Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 281 It Isn’t Love

The warmth of the water cascaded over them, but the heat between them was even more consuming. Adam swiftly removed her clothes, his movements urgent with longing. Before Claire could process what was happening, his hands and mouth were on her, exploring every inch of her trembling body, igniting her senses. His lips trailed over her soft, pale skin, leaving a trail of red and purplish marks–a testament to his passion.

Claire quickly realized that wearing revealing dresses would be out of the question for days. Adam’s intensity was unmatched, his desire palpable. Unable to hold back any longer, he turned her toward the shower, guiding her to bend forward and place her hands on the wall. With an unrelenting fervor, he thrust into her from behind, the steamy water amplifying the heat of their passion.

They made love in the shower, the intensity of their passionate sex leaving Claire breathless and exhausted. She was so tired, she could barely keep her footing. When they were finally done, Adam gently wrapped her in a soft, white robe, then carefully helped her into bed, making sure she was comfortable before he went to get ready for his shoot.

Even on set, Adam couldn’t focus. His thoughts were consumed by his wife–her smile, her warmth, the way she made him feel like the luckiest man alive. The shoot felt like it was dragging on forever, and all he could think about was getting back to her. He couldn’t wait for the moment when he could see his adorable, stunning wife again.

during every break he got, eager for a response. But her replies were minimal, leaving him wondering what she could be so busy with that she barely had time to answer. A text from Adam Whitmore was usually a big deal–most people would be thrilled to hear from him. Yet, Claire didn’t seem interested, and she wasn’t even reading half his messages. This girl was something

image of a family–oriented and trustworthy man. It was a critical move for his career–his fans needed to see him as someone who valued family and responsibility. After years of being single and

waiting to unwrap a Christmas gift. It hadn’t even been that long since he last saw her, yet

discreetly at the mall, wearing a scarf and sunglasses to hide her identity. She stood in the crowd, watching as Adam arrived. Almost instantly, fans and media swarmed around him, cameras flashing and voices calling out his name. But Adam wasn’t interested in any of them–his eyes. scanned

moment Claire removed her scarf and sunglasses, smiling warmly in his direction, Adam’s heart. swelled. His lips

thrusting items toward him for autographs, but Adam barely noticed any of it. His sole desire was to reach Claire, to pull her into his arms, feel her soft warmth against him, and claim her delicate lips with a

met hers, Claire felt her cheeks flush under the intensity of his gaze. The longing in his eyes was unmistakable, and

281 It

made it

for the superstar. The desperation in their eyes, each girl hoping for even a fleeting