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!”

hand smacked against his chest, though her soft hand couldn’t cause harm but made

his sexy, deep laughter making Claire’s heart flutter. He grabbed her hand from his chest and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his lips lingering for a moment. “I’m only speaking

trying to hide

work out during the break on set,” Adam said, his voice soft as his hands cupped Claire’s face. His thumb grazed her bottom lip absentmindedly, sending a shiver down her spine. Claire swallowed hard, struggling to fight the temptation

your gym wear as well?” she asked, attempting to step out of his embrace to create some distance. But Adam held her firmly,

vanity van,” he replied,

the staff to shift your stuff to our bedroom,”

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

the contract, I should stay-” Claire began to

in a guest room. You belong in our room,” he emphasized, his tone leaving no room for

attitude. This was the same Adam Whitmore who was

And noVIT

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Chapter 280 Our Bedroom

of them living in separate rooms ever got out, it could tarnish his carefully curated public image. That had to

to argue further. “Okay,” she said softly. “Now go take a shower and get ready. You don’t want to be late for your shoot,” she