Primrose wore the cream-colored wrap hem satin dress, and turned around to Egan.
“Better, my Mafia fashion connoisseur?”
He whistled, rising from the island counter. “That waist! I cannot see it.”
She laughed as he came up behind her, and held her waist from behind. “You are one hell of a beautiful woman.” He said, looking at her through the mirror.
“How do you know so much about female fashion?” She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, admiring her figure and snatched the snatched waist of the dress.
He had been right, this was much better than the blue dress she had wanted to wear. “Joan?”
“It’s been weeks, would you not stop talking about her?” He softly pulled the skin on her neck between his teeth.
“Never.” Her hand traveled behind to touch his face. “You’ll give me a hicke
