Free Tension : A Bad Boy Mafia Romance by Rose Cody Page B

Olivia. I don’t want a contract anymore.”
     
      She looks up at him, her tears magnifying her blue eyes as she listens to him speak.
     
    “I’m a bad guy, Olivia. I get it… I mean, look at what I fucking just did…” He says, burying his nose into her hair. “But I don’t want a disgusting contract like this with you.”
     
    “So then what do you want?” She asks, spiting back at him angrily, her body too exhausted to pull away.
     
    “I want you.” He whispers to her.
     
    “What do you want from me?” She whispers back.
     
    “Just you.” He says, cradling her. “No contract. No obligation… just you… just us…”
     
      He grabs her hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand as he speaks.
     
    “Please, Olivia.” He says, hanging his head as he sighs out. “I can’t promise you I am going to magically be a good person, in fact, I know I’m not going to be.” He whispers embarrassedly. “But from the moment I first saw you, I knew I needed you… from the very first second, and I’m not going to let you go.”
     
      Olivia reaches up to Vincent’s face before slowly brushing her hand against his cheek to wipe away his falling tears before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her.
     
    “I know there’s nothing I can ever do for you that will make up for this…” He starts.
     
      Olivia smiles, hiccupping out a small chuckle as she sniffs.
     
    “Well, you can start by making us some breakfast.” She whispers. “I hear you’re pretty good at that.”

Chapter 23
     
     
      Olivia huffs, wiping her hand against her forehead as she stands back, resting her hands on her hips to look over her job well done.
     
    “Finally!” She gasps. “Every last frame in this place has been dusted!”
     
    “You know…” Vincent says, walking up behind her before wrapping his arms around her and rubbing his palm gently against her round, protruding belly. “You don’t have to do this.”
     
      She laughs, leaning back into him as he kisses her neck.
     
    “Well, it’s got to be done and I’m the only one around here who seems to do any of it.” She says back to him, placing her hand on top of his.
     
    “I could always just hire someone else to clean around here.” Vincent whispers into her ear.
     
      She turns around, raising her eyebrow at him as he wraps his arms around her shoulders and presses their foreheads together.
     
    “I don’t think so.” She says sternly. “You can’t get that past me, Mr. I know exactly the kinds of things you like to do to the girls you hire for chores.”
     
      He blushes, chuckling as he brushes his nose against her cheek.
     
    “Speaking of…” He whispers to her. “I think there’s something you haven’t taken care of in a little while that’s in desperate need of a little… dusting …”
     
      She laughs, resting her head on his shoulder as she rests her hand on his hip.
     
    “Heaven forbid you give your heavily pregnant wife a few days off from that.” She smiles, her face flushing as she slowly drags her hand over to the front of his suit pants before sinking her fingers down the waist. “I’m sure that’s been really hard on you…”
     
    “It has.” He whispers, moaning gently as he feels Olivia slowly press her fingers up and down his shaft.
     
    “Well, then I better take care of it.” She whispers to him, pulling her hand out of the waist of his pants before unbuttoning and unzipping them.
     
      She pushes them down, along with his boxers before wrapping her fingers around his shaft and slowly working it, rubbing up and down as he stiffens.
     
    “Oh…” He moans, cupping her chin as he places a soft kiss against her lips.
     
       He walks her over to his desk, placing her hands on top of it and leaning her slightly forward as he sinks down to his knees behind her.
     
      He lifts her skirt up, pushing it up around her waist before hooking his fingers into