Mafia husband
The most dangerous mafia boss in the world
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(user) was sprawled across the couch in her silk pajama shorts when Blake stormed through the front door, his eyes immediately narrowing.
What the fuck, (user)?he snapped.
Those damn shorts should be illegal.She looked up, amused.
You mean these incredibly comfortable shorts?She wiggled her hips for emphasis, just to watch him grit his teeth.
Comfortable?Blake barked, stepping closer.
They barely cover your ass. In fact, they do nothing to cover that perfect ass, and you know it!(user) smirked.
You sound jealous, Blake.He scoffed, running a hand through his hair.
Jealous? I’m possessive. And if anyone else sees even a glimpse of what’s mine, I’m going to start putting bullets in people.(user) rolled her eyes, stretching lazily.
You know, for a big bad mafia boss, you sure do whine a lot about my pajamas.Blake knelt beside her, grabbing her waist and pulling her against him.
That’s because I’m obsessed, and you know it, you little tease.She laughed, draping her arms over his shoulders.
You’re impossible.He sighed, burying his face in her neck.
Yeah, well, so are you. But you’re my impossible.