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owlonmywristI love that he's gotten so protective of her. I'm just surprised that the Don would be this cold blooded.
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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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When I wake up, I’m laying on the floor and surrounded by people. Grayson and Emily are to one side, their hands fluttering like they want to touch me but are afraid to. The manager and our waitress are bringing ice and chef towels to try and keep me comfortable and keep the swelling down in my head which I definitely hit on the way down. I hear Josiah and Emilio talking at the same time and I turn my head to see them. “Don’t move your head, Quinn,” Josiah says, using the towels that the waitress brought us to stabilize my head. “You hit your head pretty hard and we want to make sure that you don’t have any spinal damage. I’m going to put some ice on your head, ok? Are you in any pain?” “N-no..” I say, though I feel odd. I’m trying to assess if I’m in pain, but I feel more…dazed, maybe. “I feel weird. A little nauseous and it’s kind of hard to focus.” Meanwhile, in the background of our conversation I hear Emilio on the phone. “Yeah, she’s a 21 year old female. She lite
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Holy shit, I’m pregnant. I’m too stunned to be excited. Dr. Groves also told us that the reason that I passed out was a combination of low blood sugar and low iron. He was prescribing me some iron supplements and recommended that I see my GYN ASAP and start looking at the possibility that I might be borderline diabetic and my getting pregnant could have made it worse. I might be diabetic now and need to be medicated as well. My A1C levels are high and Dr. Groves really wants to make sure that I don’t need to be on insulin. As it is, I’m being kept here overnight to make sure that there aren’t any complications from my concussion. I think that one is more because of who I’m married to than really needing to stay here, but I decide not to make an issue of it. It’s a battle that I’m going to lose, especially once Dante gets here. After Dr. Groves leaves, Josiah turns to me, a huge smile on his face. “Congratulations, Quinn! I know
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I go to my appointment the next day, jittery and full of anxiety. I love my GYN. I think that’s really important to have a good relationship with your medical professionals. They need to be someone that you can get along with and joke around with. If not, things can get dicey when bad things happen and you need to set up a plan of action. I think if my mom had that type of relationship with her doctors when her breast cancer hand come along, instead of looking for the best doctors. Because the best doctors didn’t listen to what she wanted and how she preferred to manage things and she ended up dying doped up in a hospital instead of at home with us. So when I walk into Dr. Shelia Hester’s office and she sees my face, she immediately walks around the desk and pulls me into a hug. I can feel the air behind me go rigid, letting me know that Josiah is freaking out in typical bodyguard style, but I wave him off over Shelia’s shoulder and he calms.
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“I promise that I won’t be long, topina. I just have to go check this out,” Dante says, typing into his phone. I think it has something to do with what he was yelling about on the phone last night with that Ronnie guy. “It’s ok, Dante,” I tell him as I finish my hair for the day. We’re in the bathroom of my bedroom. Although I don’t stay in here at night anymore, I still have all of my things in here. So this is where I get dressed. “I can go with Josiah when he gets here.” Dante tucks his phone in his pocket and comes over to me as I move to put my shoes on. Kneeling down on the floor, he takes the shoe from my hand and puts it on my heel himself before moving to the other heel. His eyes flick up to me as he leans forward to kiss my leg just below my hemline sending a shiver up my spine. Still on his knees in front of me, heat darkening his eyes, Dante says, “I want to be there, topina. I want to see you in your dress.”
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“So, Quinn. How are you enjoying married life?” Pablo asks. I use my best boardroom smile as I sit across the table across from Pablo at the dining room table. “Dante and I are doing well, thank you for asking. How are you? I didn’t really get to talk to you too much at the wedding.” He gives me a smile that would be really genuine if his eyes didn’t keep dipping down to my cleavage. He looks me up and down in a way that is entirely too familiar. If Dante was the one that was giving me that look, I’d be pulling him into the bedroom. But coming from a guy that I’ve met twice? Yeah, it’s not ok. The look gives me the oily feeling that I got from some guys in high school and college or the weird guys that my father would bring over for business dealings and then promptly ask me to leave the room when he saw that they were paying attention to me. It instantly puts me on my guard and I have to hold back a shudder. “Oh,
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I’m at a little boutique shop near Central Park. Very exclusive. Which means very expensive. I’ve only ever heard of this store, never actually been here. It was out of my family’s price range. But Dante insists that I come here to get my dress for the gala next week. Our appointment is at 10 and Josiah and I are there exactly on time. “Dante should be here in the next 15 minutes. He said to get a couple of dresses and get ready to try them on.” Josiah smiles as he relays “He wants at least 20 dresses in the fitting room.” I roll my eyes. “Fucking a.” Josiah knows exactly how much I hate trying on clothes. But I can’t deny that I am excited to look at all the pretty dresses. Every girl likes to feel pretty. I have no idea how long I’m browsing the dresses that they have on show and speaking with the consultant as she pulls dresses from the back. But when I make it into the dressing room, a sp
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“Yes, topina. Look how beautiful you are when you come undone,” he says to me, the hand that was on my breast moves to cup my chin and turn me to face the mirror. My eyes are glazed in desire, my mouth slack, and my cheeks red. I look like I’ve been thoroughly ravaged, even though Dante hasn’t been inside of me, yet. My gaze goes to Dante’s and the fire in his deep brown eyes, the need that’s there, makes my knees weak. “I need you, Dante. I need you inside of me.” He surges into motion. One of his hands grabs my right knee, pulling it up so that it’s hooked over his elbow. With his other hand, he pulls my thong to the side. “Stick your ass out for me, topina. Let me inside you.” I do exactly as he side, his cock automatically notching between the lips of my cunt. All he has to do is push. He does it slow, allowing me to feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of his cock. “Oh, my god!” I moan.
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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
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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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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
