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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
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
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
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
I thought that I wouldn’t be able to scream again. Not with all the pleasure that Dante has given me and the amount of screaming that I’ve already done tonight because of it. I was wrong. The second that Dante slams into me, my back bows and my eyes roll back in my head. It feels so amazingly good that I have no control of my body. All I can do is wrap my hands around the nylon attaching my cuffs to the bed and take what Dante gives me. “Hoooooly shiiiiit,” Dante draws out, his body stilling the second that he’s fully seated inside of me. “Your pussy is so tight and wet and warm, baby girl. You’ve been wanting Daddy inside of you, haven’t you?” I can’t form words. That’s too much to ask with the weight of nearly 10 aborted orgasms wanting release that only Dante can give me. All I can do is moan and nod my head vigorously. Dante pushes the leg on his shoulder down and bends over my body. It pushes his cock even deeper inside of me and I writhe beneath him. He ca
I have never slept so well in my entire life. I passed out while Dante held me after we had sex. He had completed some aftercare with me, rubbing my wrists to make sure that blood moved through my skin so that they weren’t asleep. He even rubbed a salve on my wrists to help take away the slight red marks that marked my wrists. After some Gatorade and snacks, he pulled me into his body and his hands stroked me, my arms, side, cheek, until I fell asleep. Only to wake me up a few hours later by sliding himself inside of me from the spooning position we were in. His pace was slow and forceful. He took me like he was savoring me like a fine wine. He moved me around like a fucking pretzel, contorting my body in ways that I ad no idea it could move in order to hit different spots inside of my body. Even though it was straight up ‘vanilla’ sex in pure BDSM terms, it was some of the hottest and most athletic sex I’ve ever had. After two more rounds, the sky had started to lighten ou
“Come, topina. Shower. Get dressed. We are going to see my father,” Dante says, moving into the bathroom. Is this man insane?! “Dante!” I call after him as I scramble from the bed, nearly falling off as I untangle myself from the bedsheets. I hurry into the bathroom after him, seeing that he’s got the water turned on and is walking inside. “Dante! Come on. This doesn’t have to be a thing. I’m already staying at home to work all the time with only a few people coming to see me. I can’t remember the last time I left the house.” He rounds on me, pulling me into the shower with him so that I’m pressed up against the shower. “Are you complaining, cara mia? When someone has threatened your life?” I can see how upset he is and I would normally have my back up, hissing anger at him. But something about his anger on my behalf and his fierce protective interest towards me…I don’t know. It melted something inside of me.
That meeting with the Don was a week ago. Yeah, I returned to work. Though very weary about what could be going on around me at any time, I can’t lie and say that I’m not happy to be out of the house. You try being under house arrest 24/7. Even in the biggest, nicest house out there, you’re going to get sick of the walls surrounding you and want to bust out at some point. I mean, I definitely enjoyed my time with Dante at our home, but I needed to be around other people. Go out to dinner with friends. Enjoy life, not just be afraid of death. Unfortunately, Dante didn’t see things that way. He must of tripled my guards, which I know was a major bit of contention between him and his father. His Dad said that they just didn’t have the personal to do that. Dante said that then they needed to get more guys or the Don needed to get off the fact that I needed to be in the office. The screaming that I heard on the phone wasn’t what I
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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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
“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