Crossing Roman (Genoa Mafia Series Book 1) Page 17
Madison lay with her eyes closed while his lips and hands roamed, caressing every inch of her flesh. His whisker roughened jaw added even more heat to her already flushed skin. He was fixated on her milky white breasts, the back of her knee, or some spot that needed attention and love. He stopped and reached behind him, taking a stemmed rose in his hand. Touching the delicate rose to her lips, Roman traced the soft petals along her neck, her collar bone, and across her breasts. She swallowed. The tenderness of the rose and the risk of a cut from a thorn kept her still. Her heartbeat pounded loudly in her ears, silent to the world. It was just the two of them.
No longer able to stay still, Madison took the rose in his hand and tossed it across the room. “Don’t make me wait any longer to be yours.”
“Patience, my love.” He placed a finger on her lips and cradled her face in his hands. “You were mine the first time I laid eyes on you.”
The man meant it. There was no doubt in her mind. Crossing Roman was not an option.
Roman shifted between her thighs. One hand stroked the lace edge of her stockings, the other now entwined in her hair. Locking eyes with her, he thrust inside and she was now his body and soul. The night burned with their love for one another. After all of the denial, danger, and obstacles, Madison and Roman were now one, bound together for life, for better or worse, and ’til death do they part—the way it was supposed to be all along.
Epilogue
“What do you mean, my money’s no good?” Mr. Gilman pushed the personalized check in her direction, but Madison shoved it back his way. It was reminiscent of their exchange not long ago when he refused to host her fashion show. A lot had happened since then, a whole lot.
“I’m declining payment for your ad in the travel magazine.” She folded her arms across her chest. Not only had she taken over the town’s arts center, department of tourism, and the historical society, she’d also become the editor and chief of the new tourist guide for the area. Madison was extremely busy and loving every minute of it. Everyone was scampering to get choice advertising spots in the new magazine before the deadline and Mr. Gilman was no exception. Her wedding present from Roman was being rebuilt under her direction.
“But I need to be in the publication. Everyone will see the ad,” he pleaded.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t publish the ad, I just won’t take payment for it.” Madison pressed her lips together to keep from smiling.
“What? I don’t understand.” The guy was actually starting to sweat. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead.
“Mr. Gilman, I got Roman to admit that he, shall we say, persuaded you to not rent your venue to me earlier this year.” The man at least had the nerve to blush. “I don’t blame you and in fact, if it weren’t for you doing as he suggested, I wouldn’t be married to the man right now.” Madison crossed her legs and swung her foot. “So I figure I owe you.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes, so consider your ad free, and let me know if there is anything I, or the family, can do for you in the future.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
“So, is an inside cover spot to your liking?”
Mr. Gilman’s eyes just about bugged out of his head and he nodded vigorously. “Yes, that is very generous of you.” He rose to his feet and stuffed the new useless check in his pocket. “Thank you very much.” He nodded some more and she muffled to urge to giggle. “Have a good day, Madison, and we’ll be in touch.” Mr. Gilman shook her hand and said farewell.
Madison smiled to herself. What a wonderful feeling it was to love one’s job. Sure, she liked designing dresses at one time, but her home town, its people, and its history was her real love—after Roman, of course.
She spied her husband coming up the sidewalk with Dominic by his side. The two were heavy in conversation. It was hard to believe that not too long ago she’d just about given up hope of ever finding a man to settle down with.
Granted being a part of a mafia family wasn’t quite what she’d expected, but it was what she’d chosen. It was obviously written in the cards because her father was also in the mob. Madison had been so lonely for so long, and now she’d not only gained a husband but a sister and a father. Roman entered her office alone and drew her into a long, hot kiss.
She’d found her dream…and her family man.
Author’s Note
I love to write stories that take place in my home state of Wisconsin. The inspiration for the setting of this story is the beautiful tourist town of Lake Geneva. I changed the name to Genoa for the story but forgot that there is a real town called Genoa in Wisconsin. Both are beautiful places to see so if you ever travel to Wisconsin make sure to visit both.
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