Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 280 Our Bedroom

A pair of strong, muscular arms circled around Claire’s waist, pulling her gently against a broad, firm chest.

“What are you doing, wifey?” Adam’s deep, husky voice whispered, sending a soft tremor through her. She shivered slightly at the warmth of his touch as his lips brushed sensually against her earlobe.

Claire glanced over her shoulder with a small smile. “I’m picking out your outfit for today,” she replied casually, turning in his arms to face him.

Adam looked down at her. He was surprised at what he was feeling for this incredible woman who was his wife. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to let her go. The realization unsettled him–how much he craved her closeness, how his hands seemed unwilling to leave her.

“Don’t you have to go to the gym?” Claire asked, her tone practical as she met his gaze.

Adam smirked, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Why should I go to the gym when my wife already overworked me this morning?” he teased, his voice low and filled with desire.

Claire’s eyes widened in shock at his shameless comment. Her cheeks flushed pink as she gasped, “Jerk!”

her soft hand couldn’t

from his chest and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his lips lingering for a moment. “I’m only

to hide her own smile. “You’re

his voice soft as his hands cupped Claire’s face. His

I pack your gym wear as well?” she asked, attempting to step out of his embrace to

wear in my vanity van,” he replied, his

the staff to shift your stuff to our bedroom,” Adam said

in shock. Our bedroom? Wasn’t it his bedroom? How

contract, I should stay-”

finish. “You are my wife, and you shouldn’t live in a guest room. You belong in our room,”

him, trying to make sense of his sudden change in attitude. This was the same Adam Whitmore who was fiercely protective of his personal

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Chapter 280 Our Bedroom

separate rooms ever got out, it could tarnish his carefully curated public

“Now go take