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I am a very strong woman. I think that’s evident by my take no prisoner’s attitude in deals, how I work with others, and the way that I’ve handled this whole marrying into the Luciano family thing. But I love me a man that can take charge in the bedroom. And Dante seems like the man to do it. My pulse is racing, my lips suddenly dry as I look Dante in the eye and start to unbutton my blouse. He watches every movement that I make, his gaze hungry as my bra and full cleavage are slowly revealed. I pull my shirt out of my skirt and pull it off, letting it fall to the floor. I quickly unzip my skirt and it falls to the floor as well. It’s followed quickly by my bra and my panties. I’m about to step out of my heels, just letting my panties lay on top of them when Dante stops me. “Leave the heels on. Go stand in front of the sofa.” I bite my lip, doing as he says. Dante follows behind me, though his pace is much slower, as if he’s stalking me. It causes something to qu
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 37
It’s Sunday at 7:00 and we’re sitting down for the meal with Dante’s family as outlined in the contract for the first time. After Dante’s act of jealousy with Gabbi and the subsequent transcendent sex a few days ago, Dante pulled his disappearing act again. I haven’t seen him, haven’t even heard from him beyond the text reminding me about dinner tonight. We even came to his parents’ house separately.Honestly, I don’t know why I was surprised. This is Dante’s MO. He lets a little bit of his feelings out and then proceeds to do everything he can to deny it. It honestly isn’t surprising, just…disappointing.Too bad for him, he missed the window where I was ovulating, so there’s no more guaranteed sex for him this month.I’ve made the decision that I’m not going to deny myself from having sex with Dante. A girl has needs and Dante definitely knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. But I’m also not going to feel obligated to have sex with him outside of the contract mandates.Why sh
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 38
The don stares at me and, on the inside, I’m freaking the fuck out. The man is SCARY and he’s put me in charge of a major deal for his company. And if there’s anything that I’ve learned about people who your making you’re making money for, you DON’T FUCK WITH THE MONEY. But on the outside, I keep my placid, calm business mask on. Don’t ever let them see you sweat. Wiping his mouth and taking a sip of wine, the don asks, “And why aren’t you pursuing a relationship with Gabriele? You were in love, weren’t you?” I put my fork down and wipe my mouth with my napkin, buying time to ease the anger that spikes within me. Pushing back in my seat, I look towards the don, “I would love to say that that information is none of your business, but I guess you could argue that any extracurricular relationship that I were to have would be your concern most of all.” Dante grunts at that and I can feel his glare on me. But I ignore him. Kind of like he’s been ignoring me since we had sex.
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 39
I’m so glad that I have a driver with me tonight so that I can spill my guts out to Grayson and Emily on the way home. I tell them everything: how pampered Rocco and Bianca are that they couldn’t even help their mom in the kitchen, how lovely Emilia is, how Rafel put me on the spot about Gabbi, and then how Dante and Bianca cornered me in the bathroom. “Son of a bitch! I seriously can’t believe that you got stuck with such a rotten family!” Emily squeals into the phone. “Seriously, Em? They’re fucking mafia. And you don’t turn out a son like Dante without being messed up yourself. I’m just sad that this is your life, Q. You seriously don’t deserve this,” Grayson says. “If it wasn’t for my father’s debts, things wouldn’t be like this. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Stefan and the company, I’d let him just deal with it. I mean, it’s not like he really cares about me if he’s willing to sell me off to a mafia family without even consulting me,” I tell them. If there’s anything t
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 40
“How ya feeling there, boss?” Grayson asks me as I walk in the door at 11 instead of my usual 7:30. “Fuck off,” I whine at him while holding my head and swigging the coffee in my hand. He just laughs. Grayson has nursed me through plenty of hangovers throughout our college careers. He knows how much of a bitch I am until I can get some food down. But that can’t happen until the headache eases. I walk into my office and hit the the switch to put the shades down. Normally I love the floor to ceiling windows that take up one entire wall of my office. It’s soothing and beautiful. Right now? I want to shoot down the sun with how much the light hurts my head. I have the recessed lighting on a low setting so that I can see, but I don’t want to poke my eyes out. Sitting down in my office chair, I take off my coat and, quietly, drop my bag and purse to the floor. My head falls into my hands and I groan with the pain. Grayson opens the door. “Hello, babes. I’ve got Gatorade
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 41
Well, at least if I’m going to be at the most awkward meeting in history with the siblings of my fake husband I’m doing it at a really good seafood restaurant. The siblings took me to Narea off of Central Park. I’ve been here countless times with my family when my mom was alive. It was her favorite restaurant. We haven’t been here for a while, but the familiarity of the building, the restaurant, and the aromas coming from the kitchen bring back a ton of good memories. Bianca rambled the entire trip to Narea and it nearly killed me. At least not much was required of me with conversation. I honestly think that I could have been a mannequin and the conversation would have gone on as if I was there. What I did find interesting was the subject of her rambling. She was detailing everything that had gone after I left last night. “You have no idea how pissed Mamma was when Dante and I came back in the room without you and Mario had to explain that you had left. She yelled at eve
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It hurts. Why does it hurt so bad to see Dante with another woman? Granted, she’s all over him and he looks like he’s politely trying to stop her from touching him. But that still doesn’t explain what he’s doing with her. Why are they out to lunch? “Quinn, I’m sure that there’s a good explanation,” Rocco says from behind me. “What the fuck explanation could he have, Rocco? There is no good reason that our brother is with her, all cuddled up at a corner table,” Bianca spits out. Huh. That’s an interesting development. She’s taking my side in this. I turn back to our table, taking up my napkin from my lap and wiping my mouth with it to give myself time to compose my face. To slide the mask that I seem to wear around this family more often than not back on. Both Rocco and Bianca are watching me and I know that they see the change in my demeanor. It causes Bianca to smirk and Rocco to throw an anxious look towards his brother. “What’s her name?” I ask, though my ques
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“Hey! How was lunch? Was it as awful as you thought - “ Grayson says as I stomp onto my office floor. But I completely bypass him, knowing that if I stop and talk to him about lunch, I’m gonna lose my shit in front of the entire floor. Instead I slam my office door behind me and throw my coat and bag onto the couch. “Good talk…” I hear Grayson say from behind the door. Instead of yelling to him like I want to, I stomp over to my intercom and hiss into it, “Get your ass in here!” I then kick off my heels off, one of them knocking over my trash can and the other hitting the far wall. I don’t worry about it, I just start pacing, eating up the carpet beneath me. “The hell, Q?” Grayson asks, obviously annoyed when he walks into my office. “What crawled up your ass and died?” “I just came back from lunch with the siblings-in-law and happened to see my HUSBAND with a woman who was basically dry humping him at the table,” I snarl. Grayson’s mouth nearly falls to the floor. “You’
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Yours On The Dotted Line Author's Note
Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Yours On the Dotted Line. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone.I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal
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“DANTE!” I literally scream as my fingers curl into his hair, holding his mouth against me as I ride his face. His mouth has latched onto my clit, sucking and tugging at it, while his hand turns upward, his fingers making a ‘come hither’ gesture. I have never squirted with any other man and I’ve only done it a few times when my need for Dante is almost all consuming. It feels very different from a regular orgasm, the pressure building up almost as if you have to pee. But the release is so fucking good. It leaves me limp, like a rag doll. And it soaks everything. Especially if it is the first orgasm. From the way that Dante’s fingers are pressing at and rubbing on my g-spot, he wants me limp and happy when he enters me. There is something to be said for allowing a man to have his way with you. However he wants you. He moans into me, the vibrations causing me to clench around his fingers and I know that I am close. Can feel the wave starting to
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 5
Dante chases me into the ocean, not that I can actually go very far. Or want to. He’s quickly gotten all of his clothes off and has thrown them onto the sand. The last thing that I see flying off is his Versace watch, thrown somewhere in the direction of his pants. Then he’s running into the water after me. I make it until I’m about hip deep in the water before Dante catches me. “Fuck, cara mia. You’re so sexy,” he says as his hands move all over my body, starting with my stomach, move down to my ass to pull me close to him, and up to my tits. “I need you.” “You have me, baby. What are you gonna do with me now that you have me?” I ask him. He chuckles darkly. “Anything I want.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling back just hard enough that my head is tipped up toward him. Dante takes my lips with his, completely dominating my mouth. I love this. I love when he takes complete and utter contr
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“Mama! I want to go play in the pool! Let me go!” Freddie is squirming everywhere in my arms, trying to get down and run out of the kitchen door into the backyard of the Luciano estate. Ok, I can’t say that I blame him. I’ve been holding him for about five minutes, not quite ready to let him go. “Topina, you have to let him go. We’re going to miss our flight,” Dante whispers along my shoulder, the vibration causing shivers to go down my spine. “You on the plane,” I say with a pout. “What’s the point of owning the plane if you can’t leave when you want to?” But I understand what he’s saying. I need to let Freddie go. It’s just that this is the first time that I will have spent more than a weekend away from my boy and he was always just down the road with Grayson and Rocco or Emily and Josiah or at Dante’s parents’ house. This will be the first time that I can’t just hop in the car and get to him if he needs me. I watch as Freddi
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After my spa day with Bianca, I went to Freddie’s pre-school to pick him up at the end of the day. He runs out and directly into my arms. “Mommy! Mommy! I’m so excited!” he cries as I pick him up and squeeze him tight. I’m not going to be able to pick him up much longer. At four months pregnant, my OBGYN would probably be apoplectic over the fact that I’m carrying him right now. But it’s something that I know I’m going to miss and have decided that I’m going to carry him until my anniversary in a week, when I’ll have hit the five-month mark. Yes, it’s an arbitrary time, but I it’s the decision I made and I’m going to stick with it. “Hello, amore. How was your day at school? What has you so excited?” I ask him, turning and carrying him to the car. Josiah clucks his tongue as he sees me carrying Freddie in my arms, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows from experience with his own wife having been pregnant that you don’t fight with a mother-t
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When I first met Bianca, I thought that she was stuck up, petty, and materialistic. I would have thought that she would want a black-tie affair without children in the most expensive and exclusive place in New York. Now that I really know my sister-in-law, nothing could be further from the truth. Yeah, the girl loves to shop and she was never seen anywhere without her red bottomed shoes and Kate Spade bag. But when it came to what is important to her, family was the name of the game. “Honesty, Quinn, I would love to just go down to City Hall with the family and then go out to dinner. But you know Papà won’t allow that,” she groans. It’s been a month since my brother had proposed and, even though Emilia has tried to get Bianca to start planning the wedding, Bianca has steadfastly put her mother off. Today, Bianca and I are having a spa day. We’ve already had facials and massages and are in the process of pedicures before we get mani
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Three years later… “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Freddie! Happy Birthday to you!” My beautiful little boy, Frederico “Freddie” Dante Luciano, is turning three years old today. Here we are, surrounded by family and friends and sugar high toddlers, in a place that I never thought that we would make. Of course, the second the we finish singing and Freddie blew out his candles, he immediately shoved his hand into the cake, screaming, “It’s chocolate cake! Mommy got me chocolate cake!” “Oh, Freddie! That was for everyone. You can’t put your hands in it,” I scold him. “You say that like you don’t have two other cakes in the kitchen, cara mia. Let the boy enjoy his cake,” Dante tells me as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my head. “Then you can be the one to put him to bed tonight,” I tell Dante to loud laughs from Emily who is holding her and Josiah’s two-year-old
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Rocco looks at me, completely gobsmacked. “W-w-what do you mean?” I roll my eyes. “Do you really think Grayson wouldn’t tell me everything? Especially after I caught the two of you fucking the bathroom! Why are you keeping my best friend a secret?” “I’m not!” Rocco cries, though it is very obvious that neither of us believe him. I don’t even dignify that with a response. I just fold my arms over my very full breasts and stomach and glare at the man. “I’m not ashamed of being with Grayson!” he insists, eyes wide. “I just…” Rocco’s words peter out like he isn’t sure how to explain. I look around the room that we’re in and realize that it’s an office. Good. I can’t stand for long with the baby being this big and sitting on my hips. Makes my legs numb. Grabbing a seat, I watch my brother-in-law begin to pace as he tells me what’s going on. “My family knows that I’m gay. I came out to Bianca and Dante when
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“It started right after Dante found you and we all were basically meeting up at the hospital,” Grayson tells me. We’re sitting in the front of Dante and my car. Grayson hasn’t looked at me since we sat down. I can tell that he’s worried about how I’ll react to the story. That in and of itself makes me sad. That he thinks that I wouldn’t be there for him. That I wouldn’t be happy for him. “At first, we just happened to be at the hospital at the same time. I noticed that Rocco took his coffee the same way I did, so I started picking up coffee for the both of us. And then he started grabbing pastries for us. Somehow one thing led to another and we ended up in a heavy make out session, dry humping against the alley wall of a café.” “And you weren’t going to tell anyone?” I ask. “Didn’t you think that we would be happy for you?” “It’s not that...” he sighs. “At first, we kept quiet because of everything that was going on with your ki
