Page 525 of One More Kiss
“Avery, fuck,” he whispered.
His lips crashed down against mine and he took my breath away as he dominated me with his mouth.
I was in love with this man. There was no denying it any longer. I’d fallen irrevocably in love with him. We barley knew each other, but now I had to choose between the man I had fallen for and my father.
I clung to Paolo, our tongues caressing one another as he softened inside of me.
“You’re mine, Avery,” he said as he tore his mouth away from mine. “I’m not letting you go.”
I couldn’t respond, unsure of what to actually say. I wanted him, but when he finished the job with my father, he would walk away. Even if he didn’t, my father wouldn’t allow me to be with a cop.
Part of me worried my father would feel abandoned or mad at me. I’d fallen deeply with Paolo when I shouldn’t have. This entire time I’d thought with my heart and emotions, but not realistically. The real world would crash down the moment we walked out the door.
The only thing for me to do now was hold on to the memory of tonight.
He pulled out of me.
“Stay,” he said, and I frowned as he disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, he had a wet cloth and began to clean me.
“Paolo, you don’t need to—"
He raised his brow. “Babe, what did I say?”
I looked at him blankly.
“You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”
I nodded, feeling a little awkward but knowing that nothing I said was going to change his mind. So I let him take care of me. My body ached, and I felt tiredness set into my bones.
It was not long until my eyes drooped with drowsiness.
The bed dipped and bedsheets covered me. Next to me, Paolo pulled me tight into his embrace. I sank into his body as sleep pulled me under.
He pressed a kiss against my forehead.
“Sleep, princess,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
