Sarah and Lorenzo got home after midnight, and while Lorenzo proceeded to lock up, Sarah wearily headed for the shower in the upstairs guest bedroom that she was still determined to occupy, despite Lorenzo moving her back to the master suite every night. Sarah was standing beneath the hot, relaxing spray of the multiple shower heads in the luxurious guest bathroom, her forehead pressed to the cool wall tiles, when a rush of cold air alerted her to the fact that the frosted glass door to the cubicle had slid open. Sarah turned around with a resigned sigh and watched as Lorenzo turned to close the shower door behind him, offering Sarah a tantalizing glimpse of his beautiful bottom that she had so admired earlier in the evening, while Lorenzo had been chasing a ball up and down Giovanni’s lawn. Lorenzo turned back to Sarah and shook his head with a tired sigh. "You are, without a doubt, turning into one of the most stubborn person I know, Tesoro," he said in an endearing tone. S
Sarah’s entire body went rigid as Lorenzo’s lips gently nuzzled against hers, demanding nothing, just exploring the unfamiliar contours of her generous mouth. Lorenzo’s hands moved from where they were braced against the wall to tenderly cup Sarah’s face, fingertips meeting in the middle of her brow and palms resting on either side of her jaw. Lorenzo’s mouth gradually demanded more, moving insistently against Sarah’s until she sighed and melted against her husband as her own mouth explored Lorenzo’s. His tongue, tasting of mint, ran over Sarah’s lips seeking entry into her mouth, and she opened up for Lorenzo, wanting this so much that she ached. Sarah’s hands fluttered up wonderingly, cupping Lorenzo’s jaw in an effort to bring him even closer, and he was happy to oblige, his kiss going even deeper than before. Sarah felt as if she were being consumed by Lorenzo, greedily eaten alive and absorbed into him. It was the most intense experience of Sarah’s life, and from the way
In a year and a half, during which time Lorenzo and Sarah had sex on average four times a week and at least twice a night on each of those occasions, this was the first time...ever that Lorenzo hadn't recited his standard mantra. Lorenzo shifted slightly to arrange Sarah more comfortably against him, one arm tucked beneath Sarah’s head and the other resting heavily across her soft chest. Lorenzo’s fingers formed lazy circles on the overheated skin of Sarah’s upper arm, and he had his head on the same pillow as Sarah, so close Sarah could feel his still-unsteady breath feathering through her hair. Lorenzo occasionally dropped soft kisses onto the sensitive gland beneath her ear and along her delicate jawline. Sarah was tensing more and more in his arms, not sure how to react. First the kisses, then the earth shattering sex, then the absence of those five words, and now this unprecedented display of affection. It was as if, just when Sarah found a way to protect her already batte
Sarah woke up in the guest bedroom the following morning...alone with a small bunch of white tulips beside her pillow. She was both saddened and relieved by that. A quick glance at the clock told her that it was well after ten in the morning, and the gloom told her that it was probably raining. Sarah was shocked that she had slept so late and rushed through her morning ablutions while trying to ignore the ever-present queasiness. She gingerly made her way downstairs, feeling like someone with a hangover as she headed for the kitchen. Fortunately, no food smells were emanating from the room, but when she walked in, it was to find Lorenzo sitting at the breakfast bar and staring thoughtfully down at his full coffee mug. Lorenzo looked up when Sarah stepped into the room his eyes sweeping over Sarah’s figure, taking in the worn old jeans, faded sweatshirt, and battered little sneakers. "How are you feeling, ca...Sarah?" "Fine," Sarah mumbled, getting herself a glass of orange j
Lorenzo was as good as his word and mostly left Sarah alone to unenthusiastically browse around the upmarket boutiques in the very high-end shopping mall that Lorenzo had drive Sarah to. Sarah used the first ten minutes away from Lorenzo to buy the pregnancy kits, six of them, all different brands (who knew there were so many choices available?). Surprisingly Lorenzo did constantly call or text her to be sure that Sarah was okay and didn't need him, which got rather tedious after the tenth text message in forty minutes and the fifth call in an hour and a half. In the end, Sarah simply told Lorenzo that she was done shopping, and Lorenzo suggested they meet up and head to a restaurant for lunch. The upscale restaurant was obviously one Lorenzo often patronized, so, even though it was lunchtime on a Saturday afternoon and the place was exceedingly popular, they were seated immediately. Sarah watched the staff fawn all over Lorenzo and the omega bitterly wondered if he had brou
The waiter swooped in with great flair and began to offload a tray of food onto their table. Lorenzo muffled a curse beneath his breath while he waited with barely concealed impatience for the younger woman to finish. "Will there be anything else?" "No!" Lorenzo barked, keeping his voice low and menacing. The poor woman gulped and beat a hasty retreat. Sarah barely registered the interaction between the Lorenzo and the waitress, her horrified eyes were focused on the gastronomic feast Lorenzo had ordered. Pastas, pies, fish, meat, and vegetables were laid out in front of her rebelling senses. "Sarah?" Lorenzo’s concerned voice seemed to come from miles away. "What's wrong?" "So much food," the younger said sickly, feeling in danger of losing the precious little she already had in her stomach. "I thought we could share," Lorenzo admitted. "I told you I wasn't hungry," Sarah said, her voice flaring weakly, angry that he expected Sarah to fall victim to yet another one of
"Lorenzo." Sarah cautiously breached the sanctity of Lorenzo’s study later that night. In all the time they had been living in the house, it was the first time Sarah had ever set foot in the study while he was in it. Lorenzo looked up to see her hovering uncertainly in the doorway and stood up abruptly, nearly sending his chair toppling. Sarah jumped backward at the sudden violent movement, but Lorenzo was around his desk in an instant and approaching Sarah with one hand outstretched. "Sarah," he intoned huskily. "Please come in." Lorenzo seemed almost eager to have her there. Not exactly the reception she was expecting. Lorenzo steered her toward the huge leather easy chair in one corner of the large study, seating her before taking the chair opposite her. Lorenzo leaned toward her, with his hands loosely clasped together and hanging down between his thighs. "I want to know why," Sarah whispered, after a lengthy silence. "I want to know what commodity you so casually traded
"You still need to see a doctor," Lorenzo said softly, sounding strained, and Sarah nodded. "I've already made an appointment with Elisa’s doctor." Lorenzo sighed softly before agilely getting up and moving away from her chair and back to his own. "They would like you," Lorenzo suddenly said, his eyes intent on Sarah’s face. "What?" she asked distractedly. "My family," Lorenzo elaborated, and she frowned, not sure why he'd felt the need to say that. "I doubt that, Lorenzo. I don't think I'd feel any kind of charity toward someone who deliberately set out to trap my brother or son in a marriage he did not want, and I can't imagine your family doing so." "But you didn't..." "They think I did, and once you've made up your mind about someone, it's pretty hard to change it again." "It's not as hard as you think," Lorenzo said, half under his breath. "I don't know why you think you have to say stuff like this." Sarah shrugged dismissively "Soon we'll both be getting what
It was three months later and Sarah headed down to the kitchen for breakfast and found her husband already seated at the table, newspaper in hand. He'd already dressed Luciana and had her little baby carrier placed on the table in front of him. Luciana was asleep and Lorenzo was so absorbed in his paper that he didn't notice Sarah at first. It was Ms. Brown day off, so Lorenzo had fixed himself a bowl of cereal, toast, and some coffee. Sarah smiled at the sight of them, her heart overflowing with affection for them both. "Good morning," Sarah greeted cheerfully as she headed over to the breakfast nook. Sarah dropped a kiss on the baby's cheek and then, after the briefest of hesitations, one on her husband's lean cheek. While Sarah was a lot more affectionate these days, Sarah still felt a certain reserve around Lorenzo, not sure if she could touch and kiss her husband as freely as he did to her. Sarah knew she was being silly, but she seemed unable to overcome her emotional ba
Lorenzo smiled bittersweetly. "I know you don't believe me yet," he whispered. "But I'll make it my life's work to convince you." Lorenzo bent his head and kissed Sarah gently, his lips moist, gentle, and sweet on Sarah’s. Lorenzo raised his head much too quickly, and Sarah went up on her toes to prolong the contact. "Enzo..." Sarah didn't know what to say, but Lorenzo shook his head and smiled gently. "It's okay. I just wanted you to know." Lorenzo kissed her again, a little bit more urgently this time. Sarah’s dormant hormones sprang to life in an instant, and she pushed closer to Lorenzo, deliberately rubbing herself against Lorenzo’s hardening cock. Lorenzo deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into Sarah’s mouth in clumsy desperation, and her lack of finesse made Lorenzo even hungrier for her. "The doctor gave me the all-clear for sex last week," Sarah reminded Lorenzo, and he groaned at Sarah’s urgent words. "I didn't tell you how I felt because I was trying to
The thin sound of a distressed infant's wail jerked Sarah from a restless sleep. She sat up and fought her way out of bed before groggily trudging to the nursery. When she got there she blinked up at the already-present Lorenzo who was cradling their crying daughter tenderly in his strong arms. He was wearing only a pair of boxers and held the tiny baby up against his strong, naked chest. He was crooning gently to her and Sarah was transfixed by the sweet picture they presented. Lorenzo looked up and saw Sarah standing in the doorway. Lorenzo’s hair was messy and standing up in spikes. "Hey." Lorenzo smiled over at her. "I was hoping you'd sleep through this. You looked exhausted earlier. I don't think she's hungry. Just cranky. I think her wet nappy woke her up. I changed her and she's all dry and comfy now, but she hasn't worked the bad mood out of her system yet." Sarah walked over to them and peered over one bulging bicep into Luciana’s scrunched-up little face and smil
"I think it's time you left, Father," Sarah said voice rigid with pain, and her father sneered one last time before he pivoted on his heel and strode from the room. "Don't you dare believe what he just said, cara," Lorenzo whispered rawly, focusing his desperate glare on her. "Don't you dare!" "I know that you love her, Lorenzo," Sarah whispered. Lorenzo wasn't sure if she meant the baby or Martina, and Sarah could tell by the look of uncertainty on Lorenzo’s face that he wasn't sure either and so he was at a loss as to how to respond. "Would you try to take her from me?" "NO!" Lorenzo practically screamed, and the baby startled. Sarah soothed her with slight rocking motions until she started suckling again. Lorenzo reined in his temper and gentled his voice with visible effort. "I wouldn't do that to you. Cara I'd never hurt you like that." Lorenzo looked stupefied and hurt at the question. "But you want her..." Again the ambiguity and Lorenzo’s frown deepened. "If y
Sarah awoke to the sound of angry, hushed voices and blinked groggily as she tried to get her bearings. "I don't want you anywhere near her." Sarah heard Lorenzo hiss furiously and tried to concentrate on the drama unfolding in her doorway where she could see two large men silhouetted. One was unmistakably Lorenzo, and the other...she narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to focus a bit better. It looked like her father. "She's my daughter and I'll damned well see her when I want to," the other man blustered, confirming that he was, indeed, John Malik. "So that you can damage her more than you already have?" Lorenzo asked, almost shaking with rage. "I won't let you get close enough to hurt her like that again. And you can forget about getting that heir you want anytime soon. I refuse to give you that pleasure." "Well, then stay married to her until you do, or give up the vineyard," her father sneered. "The vineyard never meant as much to me as it did my father. You can ha
Sarah’s water broke four hours later, and Sarah was moved to the delivery room. Sarah and Lorenzo hadn't exchanged any further meaningful conversation, he'd just continued to soothe Sarah and coach her through the ever-increasing pain. Sarah didn't ever say it but she was pretty grateful to have her husband there. Even though Lorenzo was as nervous and edgy as a cat in a barrel between contractions, he was a solid rock during them. Four intensely nerve-wracking, sweaty, and pain-riddled hours later, during which time Lorenzo supported her, swore at her doctors, threatened the nurses, and seemed to come close to breaking down into tears on several occasions, Sarah finally gave one last painful push. There was a rush of activity at the foot of the bed as Sarah felt an overwhelming flood of relief. Lorenzo’s eyes remained glued to her face, bright and feverish above the surgical mask they had forced him to wear. He dragged down the mask and leaned down toward Sarah, until his mou
Lorenzo voice deepened and his face softened at the admission. His eyes were gentle as he registered the confusion on Sarah’s face. Was he saying he loved her? And if he was... did Sarah believe him? Sarah wasn't sure of the answer to either question, and a second later she didn't really care when she suddenly doubled over in pain. Lorenzo, Elisa, and Luke all surged forward in concern, but her husband got to her first. He had an arm around Sarah’s waist before Sarah could blink. "What's wrong?" he demanded hoarsely. Sarah grabbed his free hand in both of hers and squeezed it urgently as her entire body quivered in excruciating pain. After an eternal moment, the pain lessened and faded and she pushed her way upright, meeting Lorenzo’s frantic gaze with a panicky one of her own. "It's the baby," Sarah whispered in fear. "I think the baby's coming." "No, no, no." The naked panic and fear in Lorenzo’s eyes did nothing to alleviate Sarah’s own terror. "He can't be coming now
After arriving at Luke and Elisa’s home, Sarah decided to give the couple, who were walking on eggshells around her and trying to comfort her, a break from her presence by taking a nap. Sarah was just slipping into a troubled doze when she heard the unmistakable voice of her husband coming from a distance. She frowned and sat upright, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. Sarah tilted her head, not sure if her imagination was playing tricks on her, until she heard it again. It was Lorenzo, without a doubt, and he sounded desperate and agitated. Sarah got out of bed with some difficulty before waddling to the door on bare feet and opening it slightly. This time she could clearly make out Lorenzo’s voice. "I had nothing to do with that story," Lorenzo was protesting. "And I'll be damned if you keep me away from my family like this." "Sarah doesn't want to see you," Luke stated firmly, and there was a moment's charged silence. "Maybe not," Lorenzo conceded quietly. "Bu
Lorenzo had made good on his promise and had enlisted both Elisa and Ms. Brown aid in ensuring that Sarah took her vitamins and rested enough but that was the only promise he kept. A month passed with barely any word from Lorenzo, and his phone calls, the few that came, were rushed and impersonal and barely lasted three minutes. When Sarah tried to contact him, he was never available, or so the cold female voices on the other end of the line told her. Sarah had no choice but to take them at their word. Sarah kept track of Lorenzo’s movements through the news-online, televised, and printed. His father's death and Lorenzo subsequent taking over of the family's banking and investment empire were pretty hot news items and hardly a day went by that it wasn't mentioned in some form of news. There had been paparazzi coverage of the funeral; despite the media ban the family had put on proceedings, some intrepid photographer had managed to get a picture of Lorenzo standing over his fathe