Craving the Mafia Prince

Chapter Fourteen | Driving Into Desire

"Mmm, that feels so good." I let out a moan, closing my eyes and leaning back against the dark leather of Conrad's car. His low chuckle vibrated through the vehicle as he drove us out the front gate of the estate.

"You sound like you're having an orgasm," Conrad said with a cocky smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief as we lined up behind a row of cars exiting the premises.

I rolled my eyes, massaging the bottom of my bare feet, giving special attention to my aching toes. "Even if I was, it wouldn't be any of your business," I shot back, sticking my tongue out at him playfully.

He glanced over, one eyebrow raised. "Oh, I think it would be entirely my business if you were having an orgasm in my car."

"Dream on, Conrad. You're not that lucky," I retorted, trying to suppress a smile.

"Hey, I don't need luck. I've got charm, remember?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making me laugh despite myself.

We had danced for nearly an hour, lost in each other's rhythm, until Skye summoned me to introduce me to her friend circle. As much as I wanted to keep dancing the night away with Conrad, I was grateful to Skye for ensuring I got the exposure I needed to grow my business. I had managed to secure at least seven new clients who promised to contact me as soon as possible. One of Skye's friends even invited me to join her at a runway event she was organizing, offering to set up a special showcase just for me. I was over the moon.

Still, I couldn't help but be distracted while speaking to the women, my mind drifting back to Conrad and how his strong arms had held me as we twirled. The way his touch sent shivers down my spine, making my heart race, was hard to ignore.

"You were quite the social butterfly tonight," Conrad remarked, his tone light but with a hint of admiration. "Making all those connections and still managing to save a few dances for me."

"I'm a woman of many talents," I said, flashing him a grin. I moved my heels around on the floor of the car, trying to make space to stretch my feet.

"Here, let me help." He reached over to the passenger side, bending to reach for my heels. I put my hand on my chest and gasped dramatically.

"Mr. Maxwell, are you trying to suck up for abandoning me today?"

"Maybe I am." He grunted in a growl-like manner while placing my heels in the backseat of his car. Then he rested his arm on the back of my headrest and stared into my eyes like he was trying to read me. "Or maybe I'm trying to do this." He briefly glanced at the now empty road behind us as the car sped through the dark, forested path I had arrived from earlier in the evening.

"Do what?" I asked, confused. He leaned in closer, his eyes still on the road with his other hand on the steering wheel. I could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body as he inched the side of his face closer to me.

"This." He removed his arm from behind my seat and briefly glanced at me. By this point, I was completely turned towards him in my seat. In one swift motion, he grabbed my nose, pinched it, and then let go, pulling it a little.