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Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 61
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.
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 62
“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.”
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 63
“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,
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 64
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.
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 66
In the end, I end up getting three dresses. One of them is the actual one that I’ll wear to the gala. A floor length column dress with a slit up to mid-thigh and adorable off the shoulder bows. It’s sleek, modern, and just sexy enough that it’s still appropriate for me to wear as the event coordinator and host of the event. The other two were insisted on by Dante. He wanted the original red dress that I tried on first. Admittedly, it was gorgeous. But it was way too revealing for this event, with a plunging neckline almost to my navel and a slit so high that a hint of my hip flashes when I move just right. The second was a navy blue dress with a high-necked halter front, but a back so low that it showed the dimples just above my ass. When I asked Dante where he expected me to wear either of these two dresses, he whispered in my ear, “No where that any other man can see you, topina. I just want you to wear then while I bend you over every piece of furnit
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 67
When I wake up, I’m in Emily’s apartment. I’d recognize the yellow walls and bright pink bedding anywhere. It’s like I’m in a package of Bubble Yum gum. The question is, how the hell did I get here? I look down and see that I’m at least out of my workout clothes, dressed in a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt. Though I smell like dried sweat and morning breath, so I obviously didn’t get showered. “Em?” I call out as I sit up in the bed. I hear scrambling down the hall and then Emily’s opening the door. “Q! Holy shit, you’re finally awake! How are you feeling? Are you ok?” “I mean, I need a shower, but I’m good. How did I get here?” I ask her. She sits on the edge of the bed next to me and brushes a piece of hair out of my face. “Josiah brought you here. Dante wanted you some place out of the house since someone has been getting in and out with those pictures. Josiah and Pablo are in the living
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 68
I’m some weird combination of fuming and afraid. Anxious and livid. I know mixed feelings can be rough, but feeling these two extremes aren’t easy. I try to tamp it all down and just think about what I have to do in order to get ready for the gala. “Hey Pablo, my appointment at the salon isn’t for another few hours, so we’ve got some time to kill. We could head to get something to eat,” I say, just now realizing that I’m alone with Pablo. Shit. If this is the hormones, I need to get this under control. “Sure, absolutely. I know a great place,” Pablo says, starting the car. There are a few moments of tense silence before I ask, “Where are Josiah and Emilio?” Pablo clears his throat, “Emilio is with Dante. They think that they have a lead on who is doing some of this. And Josiah…well, I though that he was at Emily’s, but I guess not.” That strikes me as weird. They always know where each other is. “Oh…ok,
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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
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
