I found him in his office, as per usual, staring intently at his laptop screen.
He reminded me of a distinguished professor rather than a mobster—which I preferred not to dwell on—with his glasses on. Damn, the man was fine. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t been snatched up by a woman. But their loss was my gain, because he was hands down the best lover I’d ever been with.
“We really need to do something about your workaholic habits.” I leaned against the doorway, smirking as he drew his gaze off the computer.
Kian smiled, closing his laptop, then leaned back in his seat as he took off his glasses and threw them on the desk. It was only then that I noticed a glass of brown liquid on his desk.Bourbon. Meaning whatever he was dealing with was worrying him.
“From what I understand, you’re a workaholic yourself.”
“Not anymore.” I maneuvered around his desk and leaned against it, facing him. “Albania has taught me to work less and live more.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Albania suits you.” His hands came to my waist, dropping lower to my hips and rubbing smooth circles there. “How was your workday,zemra ime?”
“Excellent, although we have to talk about your Jeep.”
The words left my lips on a soft sigh as I melted at his touch, feeling a strange mixture of giddy and turned on. It should worry mehow much I craved his touch and even more how much I loved it, but I was determined to live in the present.
I wasn’t sure how things would end between us, but ever since the wedding three days ago, the lingering feeling that I didn’t want them to ever end kept intruding.
“Hmm, I’d rather talk about you,” he said, his voice low. “And hear about every part of your day.”
“Every gruesome part?” I teased, Jeep completely forgotten.
“Nothing is gruesome when it comes to you.”
I chuckled. “You might rethink that when you see me elbow deep in placenta or broken waters and other bodily fluids soaking into my scrubs.”
“You’re going to have to give me something more gruesome than that. Birth is something to be celebrated, regardless of the natural mess that accompanies it,” he said, tilting his head.
I couldn’t help but consider all he must have seen to become so immune. Whatever it was, judging from his brief story about the scars on his back, it hadn’t been pretty. And yet, despite it all, he was kind and considerate to those around him and it made me appreciate him even more.
I pushed away from the edge of the desk and wedged myself onto his lap. “Why are you so wonderful?”
A deep rumble sounded in his chest. “As long as you think that, I’m a happy man.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. “And how was your day?”
“Good,” he answered slowly, which meant he was working on something big.
By now, I had slowly started to pick up on the subtext in Kian’s responses. Whenever he was direct and short, it meant he couldn’t discuss matters. When he answered in full sentences, there was wiggle room to ask follow-up questions. And then there were the things he said when he fucked me that drove me mad.
I patted his chest.
“Don’t worry, babe. I won’t interrogate you and I’m not wearing awire.” His eyebrow arched, and I continued. “Unless you’d like to undress me and check?”
An incredulous breath left him. “Are you flirting with me, Sophie?”
I smiled innocently. “Me? No freaking way. I’m a good girl, I don’t flirt with mobsters.”
My hands roamed his starched white dress shirt, muscles rigid under my palms, and my mouth watered at the thought of what was hidden underneath, especially below the belt.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he drawled, reaching for his glass and taking a sip. “Or I’d have to kill them all.”
I kissed him, tasting bourbon on his tongue.
“So savage,” I breathed against his mouth.
He set his glass back on the table. “Only for you.”
