All Chapters of Yours On The Dotted Line: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The last few days have taken some getting used to.Grayson helped move all my work essentials to the house: desktop, laptop, printer, files, and all the little odds and ends that tend to pile up on a desk.Dante gave me an enormous office to work out of—and even had a space set up across the hall for Grayson. He tried to play it off like our offices being connected was a coincidence. I let him think he fooled me, especially since he blocked off an hour in my schedule every day for a "Logistics" meeting. Usually, the only logistics he’s interested in are how fast he can get under my shirt.We won’t mention the fact that I don’t need to wear skirts at home. Grayson’s the only one who’d see me, and he’s family at this point. But I still wear them. Why? Easy access for Dante.Not that he needs more encouragement.By the end of the week, Grayson and I were moving around our respective offices like a well-oiled machine. I handled several Zoom meetings, matched new authors with editorial and

The kiss starts off slow, but full of passion. Dante presses me into him, letting me feel every hard plane of his chest, abs, and thighs. His lips and tongue are slow, but demanding.He growls low when my hand tangles in his hair, nails raking across the sensitive skin at his nape. One of his hands slides to my neck, holding me still, while the other grabs my ass, grinding the lower half of my body into his growing arousal.His tongue delves into my mouth as his thumb and fingers press just lightly at either side of my neck. He’s not choking me—yet—but the promise is there if I want it. For now, it’s more of a possessive hold. And that’s a fucking turn-on all by itself.I groan, loving how he knows exactly what he’s doing—and how close I already am to falling apart.“You like that, cara mia?” Dante whispers against my lips.“Yes,” I hiss.He smiles into the kiss and starts trailing his lips down my jaw, nipping along my throat.“Topina, consumerò il tuo corpo, proprio come hai consumat

I have never slept so well in my entire life.I passed out while Dante held me after we had sex. He took his time with aftercare—rubbing my wrists to make sure blood flow returned, smoothing a salve over the slight red marks left by the cuffs. After a bottle of Gatorade and some snacks, he pulled me into his body and stroked my arms, side, and cheek until I fell asleep.Only to wake me up a few hours later by sliding himself inside me from the spooning position we were in. His pace was slow and intentional. 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 I had no idea it could move to hit different spots inside me. Even though it was technically "vanilla" in pure BDSM terms, it was some of the hottest, most athletic sex I’ve ever had.After two more rounds, the sky had started to lighten outside and both of us were covered in sweat and thoroughly sated. Dante wiped me down with a wet washcloth and a towel. By th

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 woul

Holy shit, I’m pregnant.I’m too stunned to be excited.Dr. Groves told us that the reason I passed out was a combination of low blood sugar and low iron. He prescribed iron supplements and strongly recommended I see my GYN as soon as possible. There’s a chance I’ve been borderline diabetic for a while—and pregnancy might have pushed me over the line. My A1C levels are high, and he wants to make sure I don’t need to be on insulin.As it is, I’m being kept overnight to monitor for complications from the concussion. I’m pretty sure that has more to do with who I’m married to than any true medical concern, but I’m not going to argue. It’s a fight I’ll lose, especially once Dante gets here.After Dr. Groves leaves, Josiah turns to me with a huge smile. “Congratulations, Quinn. I know Dante’s going to be really happy.”Shit. I haven’t told Dante yet.I grab Josiah’s arm. “Please don’t tell him. Not yet. I want to get in with my doctor first—make sure everything’s okay with the baby and that