Wrong Number. Right Don. (Sinful Mafia Daddies, #3)

by Natasha L. Black

my pulse slowly returning to normal as I listen to the faint rustling of fabric. Sergei is already getting dressed. I don’t know why that surprises me. I didn’t walk into this thinking he’d be anything more than a one-night stand. The best fucking one-night stand I’ve ever had, but nothing deeper than that. Our entire dinner was basically foreplay. I don’t even remember if he told me his last name. The point is, we never made any promises to each other. I might become a nun after this. No one else will ever remotely compare to the way he thoroughly pleasured me. Still, as I roll onto my side and watch him pull on his shirt, a strange feeling twists in my stomach. He moves with ease, like this is routine for him. Like he’s done this a hundred times before. Maybe he has. Maybe he thinks I’m the kind of girl who does this all the time too. The truth is much more pathetic than that. I shouldn’t care that he’s leaving, yet an ache blooms in my chest anyway. Sergei catches me watching him and smirks, running a hand through his tousled hair. “That good, eh?” I snort, reaching for the sheet and pulling it up over my chest. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I quip. “I’ve had better.” His grin deepens, those ice-blue eyes flickering with amusement. He smirks. “If you say so.” His eyes sparkle; he knows he just shifted my entire world. I shake my head but don’t argue; we both know he’s right. It was that good. Singular, unrepeatable. But I’m not about to stroke his ego. Not when it’s already...