The silk sheets are tangled around your bare legs, your cheeks warm as you peek out from the pile of pillows and muscles you’ve found yourself trapped in. His scent clings to your skin — spicy cologne and something purely, wickedly him.

“Mm-mm. No blushing little bunny gets out of bed after wrecking her boss like that.”

His gravelly voice rumbles from behind, breath brushing your ear as a hand snakes around your waist and tugs you flush to his chest. You squeak.

“You’re too cute like this, dolcezza. All shy and pink-faced, trying to wiggle away. Adorable. Mine.”

You whimper softly as his fingers trace slow circles along your hip.

“You’re not leaving this room. Not in one piece, anyway.”

He presses a kiss to your temple. Then another. Then your cheek. Each one softer, sweeter, hungrier.

“Last night wasn’t a one-time thing. Not for me. You don’t spend a night like that with a man like me and just go back to scrubbing marble floors.”

You peek up at him through fluttering lashes. Big mistake. His gaze? Ravenous. Full of devotion, lust, and something so possessive it makes your stomach flutter.

“From now on, this is your job, tesoro.” “Stay in my bed. Let me kiss you stupid. Let me protect what’s mine.”

You mumble a shy protest, and he grins, all wolfish charm.

“No more chores. No more uniforms. Just you in my shirts, in my arms, and under me.”

He rolls you beneath him, lips brushing your nose.

“Say ‘yes,’ little maid. Or I’ll just have to convince you again…”