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Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 47
I awake back in Dante’s bedroom, cradled in his arms with my head against his chest. I lay there for a moment, everything that had happened over the last few hours coming back to me. The dinner at the Lucianos. Seeing Gabbi outside of work. The Flowers. The box and its contents. Gerald’s death. Dante must sense the change in my breathing because he puts aside his laptop and his hand comes to cup my face. “Topina? Are you awake?” “What happened?” I ask, groggily. “You passed out in your office,” Dante says, brushing the hair from my face. “How much do you remember?” “Josiah came in and said that Gerald…” I swallow thickly. I can’t say any more. Dante bends down and kisses my forehead. “After that, I brought you here. The boys were still in your office when we left, looking for evidence of who did this.” “How long have I been out?” I ask. “Only an hour. I’ve stayed with you the whole time,” he says, his hand going to my back. “Why am I here?” I ask, movi
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 48
Dante growls at the feeling of my lips against his, his hips grinding against mine, and his hands wrapping around my waist and head. My hands can’t seem to figure out where to touch him. They move in his hair, along his broad shoulders and muscled back, and down to his ass. I love a nice ass on a man. I don’t know what it is, but I just want to sink my teeth into those well toned globes, imprint them with my nails, and squeeze them as hips pound into mine. And Dante has a fucking nice ass. The kiss starts to deepen, Dante’s tongue diving into my mouth, forcing my lips to open for him. He tastes me like I’m a cool drink of water to a dying dehydrated man. I can’t help but moan and hook my legs around his waist, settling his hardening cock against my core through our clothes. Dante breaks the kiss and moves to my neck. “Dante! Fuck!” I moan as he bites my neck before sucking the sting away. My heels dig into his ass and upper thighs and it seems to egg him on as his ha
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 49
In the morning, I wake to find myself wrapped around Dante, his body curled towards mine, his nose pressed in my hair. The evening’s activities come back to me in a wave that has heat gathering in my cheeks and between my legs. Dante brought me to orgasm again and again. With his fingers, his mouth, and a few toys that he had in his room. I literally begged him to fuck me at one point, wanting him to fill me up like he had before. “No, cara mia. This is about you. About me atoning.” Sucking my nipple into his mouth and pushing a large purple vibrator into my pussy, he watched the look of shocked pleasure flow over my face. “We’ll have a lifetime for me to fuck you. Tonight, I just want to give you the pleasure that you deserve.” And holy shit did he. I literally passed out from the longest, biggest orgasm in my life. Fuck, this man is going to be the death of me. I move to get up, but Dante’s arms tighten around me. I glance up to see him smiling down at me. “Buong
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 50
It took about 45 minutes to get to the Don’s house from our house and I interrogated Emily via phone and Josiah in person the whole time. They’d been seeing each other since the wedding. They just became exclusive last night. They didn’t say anything because they were worried about how Josiah might be treated at work, as in I might not let Josiah protect her anymore. I read them the riot act for about 20 minutes, then hung up and proceeded to text Emily about both of our sex lives and all of the developments that have been going on with both of us. Josiah was huge and had stamina to beat a rabbit. Same for Dante. Seems like the moniker “Italian Stallion” was made for a reason. Emily and Josiah had decided to be exclusive last night and decided to celebrate. So had Quinn and Dante. Emily got a promotion at work. Quinn had gotten a severed rabbit’s head sent to her at work. Ok, so not everything could be exactly the same. Emily was understandably freaking out, but w
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Grayson had been right. Gabbi was not at all pleased with the fact that I had canceled our appointment. He had shown up at the tower, demanding to see me. He had even barged into my office only to find that I wasn’t there. He then demanded that Gray call me immediately. I only know that after I spoke with Gabbi. The only warning I get is a series of five texts containing gifs flashing WARNING and CODE RED. “Shit! I have to call Gray. Something’s wrong,” I say as Dante and I get into the back of the car. “You are NOT going into the office until we know that it’s safe,” Dante says, a fierceness in his eyes that pisses me off and makes me a little weak-kneed at the same time. I give him a steely-eyed gaze of my own. “I’ve already promised that I wouldn’t go in, you don’t have to give me that look.” We both stare at each other for a few minutes before he chuckles and dips his head close to kiss me on the nose. The move surprises the absolute shit out of me and he takes
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 52
The last few days have taken some getting used to. Grayson helped to move all of my necessary work materials here to the house. A desk top, plus my laptop, printers, my files, and the odds and ends that tend to compile on a desk. Dante had given me an enormous office to work out of and even had a space across the hall where Grayson could work. Dante tried to play it off that my office and his were connected as pure coincidence. I let him think that he had fooled me, especially when he booked an hour in my schedule everyday for a “Logistics” meeting. Usually, the logistics that he was worried about was how fast he could get under my shirt. We won’t mention the fact that I don’t need to wear skirts at home when no one but Grayson would see me, but I still wear them purely to give Dante easy access. He doesn’t need any more encouragement. By the end of the week, Grayson and I were moving around the two offices like a well oiled machine. I had several meetings on Zoom, schedu
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 53
Dinner is amazing. If at all possible, Mrs. Hughes made the signature dish of Tavern on the Green even better than they do. “How has it been at work this week? I know that it’s gotta be difficult working from here, but thank you for doing it,” Dante says as he passes me one of the platters of food. Pleased that he’s interested in my job, I answer, “It has been a bit of a challenge not being able to walk down the hall and talking to my people, but I’m making it work. Thank you for all the help that you’ve given me. Freeing up not one, but two rooms in the house for me has been really helpful.” Dante reaches and grabs my hand and squeezes it so that I’m looking at him. “This is your house too, Quinn. If you need it, it’s yours.” I stop, surprised. Thinking about it, I realize that I haven’t really thought of this place as my own. With Dante and I not really having the most peaceful relationship since we’ve returned from our honeymoon a few months ago. And with me staying
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The kiss we share starts off slow, but still full of passion. Dante presses me into his body so that I can feel every hard plane of his chest, abs, and thighs against my front, his lips and tongue slow, but demanding. But he lets out a low growl when one of my hands moves into his hair, my nails raking on the sensitive skin there. One of his hands moves to my neck, holding me still as his other hand grabs my ass and keeps the lower half of my body pressed into his so that I can feel his growing excitement. His tongue delves into my mouth as his thumb and fingers press very lightly on either side of my neck. He’s not really choking me, but the promise is there if I want it. Right now, it’s more of a possessive hold, which is a fucking turn on of it’s own. I groan loudly, loving the way that he knows exactly what he’s doing and how to keep me on the edge of wanting me. “You like that, cara mia?” Dante whispers against my lips. “Yes,” I hiss out. I can feel the smile grow on hi
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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
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 3
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
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 2
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
