“You taste so fucking good, Gianna. I’ve been starved for your juices.” She whimpered, and I went back to eating her, paying special attention to her clit and driving her wild. “Come, mia dolce. Come on my tongue.” When her moans reached a certain pitch, I sucked her little bud hard, biting down, and lapping up every bit of her cream flooding my mouth as she shattered apart.
I got to my feet and she slumped forward, sated and exhausted. Sweeping her into my arms, I stepped from the shower and set her gently on her feet. “Hold on to me while I towel you off, mia dolce.” She dutifully followed my instructions, and once we were both dry, I picked her up again and strode to the bed.
I got her settled, then climbed in and reached for her. She came willingly into my arms and dropped a kiss on my lips before melding her mouth to mine. Our tongues danced in passion, and I poured every bit of my love into the kiss. She swung a leg over me and began to slide on top and straddle me. “Bellissima,” I admonished with a growl.
She didn’t say anything, just flopped down beside me in defeat, then turned on her side to face away. I hauled her to me until she was snuggled against me, back to front. She muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like “stubborn donkey butt.” I buried my face in her hair and chuckled silently.
***
“Bye, Daddy!” Sophia trilled as she skipped into my home office. It was wonderful to see her so healthy. When she reached me, I lifted her onto my lap so she could kiss my cheek.
“Have a great day at school, preziosa.” I kissed her forehead and set her down again, smiling broadly as she pranced back out of the room.
I shook my head in a bit of awe. I had the cutest kid, the sexiest fiancée, and another little one who would surely be the sweetest baby. My lips automatically dipped into a frown when I thought of the word fiancée. I wanted to have the sexiest wife. Gianna was stalling, for some reason. Changing the subject when I brought up dates. I was running out of patience, and if she didn’t do it soon, she was going to find herself at the courthouse in a proverbial shotgun wedding.
My phone rang, snapping me back to reality and I picked up my cell, swiped the screen, and barked, “DeLuca.”
“We lost the trail, boss,” Enzo replied. I could practically hear him grimace.
Furious, I slammed my fist down on the desktop. “What the fuck, Enzo?” I bellowed. “How does that motherfucking scum keep slipping through your fingers?”
“We think he’s after Carly,” he admitted. “Word is, he’s been asking around about her. But, the last source we talked to gave him disinformation. We spoke on the phone and set up a meet. When we got there, he was dead. The fucker stabbed him with a kitchen knife and took off. The trail goes cold there.”
Thinking about Carly and the chemistry I detected between her and Brandon, I was pretty sure where his head was. He wasn’t just going to find her; he was going to claim her. And he needed to be warned if Pat was on their six.
“Keep looking,” I instructed, then hit the disconnect button. Dialing another number, I returned the phone to my ear.
“Nic,” Brandon answered in a gravelly voice. It was full of tension and what I suspected was rage.
“There’s a good chance Pat is hunting your woman.”
“My woman?” Brandon scoffed. “No way is that pain in the ass mine.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” I remarked dryly. “Either way, stay off the grid and keep an ear to the ground. Any idea where she is?”
Brandon grunted in annoyance. “I’ll admit, she’s good. But, I’m better. She’s leading me on a chase right now and the moment she pauses, I’ll take her.”
I snorted in amusement, wondering if he recognized his double entendre.
“Go fuck your woman and get your mind out of the gutter, tuffo merda.”
All amusement fled at his comment. “Best friend or not, you talk about Gianna like that again and you’ll be singing soprano for the rest of your life.”
Brandon snickered and I hung up the phone, tossing it on my desk. The door to my office slammed open, making me rear back in shock. If I’d been standing, the sight before me would have surely made me fall to my knees. Gianna posed at the entrance, her hands above her on the door jam, hips cocked out to the side. Her luscious tits were nearly spilling out of a light pink bra and her pussy barely covered by a matching scrap of fabric.
That was it.
Nothing else.
I was so fucked.
Okay, wrong choice of words.
“Bellissima?” I gulped and discreetly adjusted my rock-hard cock. It was already leaking pre-come as she slowly advanced, her hips swaying, and her tits bouncing.
“The house is empty, Nic,” she said in a sultry voice that sent any remaining blood in my brain rushing straight to my dick. “I’m not taking no for an answer this time. I can’t take it anymore.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied me, daring me to argue, but my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth.
When she reached where I was seated, she flung a shapely leg over me and straddled my lap. She lowered herself, and even through the layers of clothes, I could feel the heat of her pussy on my cock. She leaned in and her chest rubbed mine as she whispered, “My hormones have me aching and desperate for you all the time, more so than ever before.” She moaned, and my erection was ready to burst through my pants to get to her sex. “I need you inside me.”
The thread of control I’d been clinging to snapped and I took over, crashing my mouth down over hers.
Chapter 6
Anna
I finally had Nic exactly where I wanted him—hard and hot, super close, and with his mouth claiming mine. It had been an urgent longing that made me act so out of character, but if I didn’t get him to take me, I was going to go insane. In the time we’d been together, he’d managed to get me addicted to his body. With my pregnancy hormones raging through my system, my needs had only gotten stronger. I’d tried flirting and teasing, seduction and begging. None of it had worked. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and I’d finally resorted to taking what I wanted.
Heat was pouring off Nic’s muscular body as I straddled him, our tongues intertwined as we kissed. I undid the top buttons of his dress shirt, reveling in the feel of his skin under my hands.
“Ride me,” he ordered in a raspy tone.
My hips moved, slowly at first. With my knees wedged on either side of his legs, I levered myself up and down. My pussy slid over his hardness with every swivel of my hips, making my panties impossibly wet.
“It’s been too long. I need you,” I whimpered into his ear.
“I always need you,” he growled. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me down hard against his arousal.
“I’ve been here for you to take all along.”
His fingers tightened on my hips. “Because you’re mine.”
“Yours,” I whimpered in agreement.
“Mine,” he repeated, his gaze roaming over my body. He trailed a finger down my chest, making my already sensitive breasts swell even further. They practically spilled from the cups holding them, and with a snap of his fingers at my back, my bra popped open and they sprung free. Nic slid the straps down my arms, and my nipples pebbled under his dark stare.
My body tightened when he closed his mouth over one of them. His hands held my breasts up for his mouth to feast. His fingers plucked at one nipple, while his lips wrapped around the other. They were overly sensitive from my pregnancy, and his light touch was enough to bring me close to the edge.
“Nic,” I gasped at the sensation, arching my back to give him better access.
His eyes were locked on mine as he gripped my hips and lifted me onto his desk, right where he wanted me. He slid his finger along the edge of my panties, making me shudder.
“Please,” I panted, spreading my legs as wide as I could get them in this position.
He shoved the gusset of my panties to the side and lashed my clit with his tongue. Then he slipped i
t between my folds, lapping at me. My head fell back, and I knotted my fingers in his hair.
“Nic,” I moaned, my body starting to tremble as waves of pleasure hit me. I was so close to coming.
“Not without me in you,” he growled, ripping my panties down my legs. Then he undid his belt and slid his zipper down. His cock sprung out, long and hard. “Take what’s yours, mia dolce.”
I slipped off the desk and onto his lap, moving down on him in one slow, downward thrust until I’d taken his length all the way inside me. Gripping his shoulders, I increased my pace, riding him hard. It didn’t take long before my orgasm was close.
“Give me your mouth.”
I tilted my head, and he forced his tongue inside. He devoured me as I writhed in his lap. When he bit my bottom lip, I froze mid-thrust.
“Do you need me to take control?” he rasped, giving my butt a light slap and making my pussy clench around him.
“Yes,” I moaned.
Nic gripped my hips and began to slam me up and down on his length. He hit me in just the right spot, sending me flying over the edge. I came hard, screaming loudly. His fingers dug into my skin as he thrust a few more times, before planting himself deep and filling me with his come. Completely sated, I sagged against him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“I needed that,” I sighed against his neck.
“I did too,” he murmured. “So damn much.”
It eased some of my feminine pique, hearing him admit he’d been denying himself as much as he’d denied me. Oddly enough, it had never crossed my mind that he didn’t want me. But, it hadn’t stopped me from being a little hurt when he kept resisting my advances.
“Then maybe we should go again.”
I felt his chest shake with laughter before I heard it. “My girl is greedy.”
I tilted my head and looked up at him, giving him my best pout. “Only because you denied me for so long.”
His thumb swept across my bottom lip. “It was for your own damn good, and you know it.”
“I know why you did it,” I whispered. “But now that I’ve proven I’m more than capable of taking what you can dish out, don’t you think I’ve earned more of it?”
“Mannaggia,” he hissed. “I don’t have it in me to deny either one of us any longer.”
“Good,” I said, flashing him a smug grin.
His hands tightened on my waist, and he lifted me off his lap, rising to his feet. He carried me to the couch, gently laying me down, and following until he hovered over me. “You might have been the one to start this, but don’t for one second forget which one of us is in charge here.”
My breath caught in my chest at the hint of command in his tone. “You’re the boss.”
I’d meant it as a joke to lighten the mood, but his eyes flared with triumphant heat. “In more ways than one,” he murmured. “And it’s about time I showed you exactly what it means, me owning this tight little body of yours. This round is going to be slow and easy until I have you begging me to let you come.”
I shivered at the dark promise in his words. “Yes.”
“Get ready to cry that out a lot because I’m going to make you scream it over and over again.”
Nic followed through on his promise. We literally spent six hours making love and rediscovering each other’s bodies on the floor of his office. We just managed to clean up before Sophia’s bus was due to drop her off from school. I was barely able to stand, let alone dress myself, by the time he was done with me. Nic had to run upstairs and grab an outfit, then help me into it. He’d just finished buttoning my blouse and tucking it into my skirt when Sophia came running into his office.
“Daddy! Mommy!” she cried, making my heart swell with love. “Heidi brought pictures to school today where she was all dressed up in a really pretty white dress with flowers in her hair and in a basket. Do you know why?”
“No, why, sweetie?” I asked, brushing her hair from her face as she chattered on.
“Because she got to be a flower girl!” she squealed. “In a real wedding for her aunt.”
“A flower girl, huh?” Nic replied, flashing me a grin as he quirked an eyebrow up.
“Yes!” she answered. “It’s no fair. I want to be a flower girl and dress up like a princess, too!”
“You’ll get your chance as soon as your mommy picks a day to marry me.”
Sophia’s eyes grew round with surprised happiness. “I will?” she gasped.
“You will.”
“Can it be tomorrow?” She wanted to know. “And then I can bring pictures of me all dressed up to school to show to Heidi.”
“Tomorrow works for me,” Nic said, throwing me under the bus with Sophia.
She wrapped her arms around my legs and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Please, Mommy.”
I knelt down and pulled her into my arms, gazing down at her adorable face. “Tomorrow’s too soon.” Her expression fell, and I rushed to make it all better. “Because we need a little bit of time to find those pretty dresses for you and me.”
“How much time?” she asked suspiciously.
She was so much like her father at that moment, I couldn’t help but smile hugely as she melted my heart. “I think we can manage it by this weekend.”
She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. “How many days is that?”
“Five,” Nic answered for me.
“Or six,” I interjected, in case I needed until Sunday to pull everything together.
“Five is perfect!” Sophia exclaimed happily, giving each of us a hug before running towards the door. “I’m going to go tell Nonna we’re getting married this weekend.”
“Saturday it is.” Nic had a look of utter satisfaction on his face.
“You sound a little too pleased with yourself,” I muttered, crossing my arms and tapping my foot in irritation.
“Can you blame me?” he asked cockily. “I’m getting everything I want.”
“Good, that means I don’t need to get you a wedding gift.” He started to open his mouth, and I held up my hand to stop him before continuing. “And you won’t be getting me one either.”
He narrowed his eyes and stalked towards me. “I’ll buy you any damn gift I want to give you.”
“No fair!” I objected. “I can’t possibly match what you’d spend on me.”
“You don’t need to give me a wedding present, bellissima,” he murmured. “I meant it when I said I’m already getting everything I want. You as my wife and another beautiful baby.”
“You’re already giving me exactly what I want, too.” I rubbed my palm against his bearded cheek. “You as my husband, Sophia as my daughter, and a baby. The only thing which would make it even better is if I could be Sophia’s mom in the eyes of the law, too.”
“Consider it done,” he promised, crashing his mouth on mine to seal it with a kiss.
“And a kitten,” I whispered against his lips when he lifted his head.
“You want a kitten?”
“Not for me,” I giggled. “For Sophia. She told me she wanted one the very first day I met her.”
“Yet another reason why she’s lucky to have you for her mom,” he murmured, eyes lit with appreciation.
“Is that a yes for the kitten?” He answered with a bark of laughter and a nod. “Good, it needs to be white or grey and super fluffy.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
And it was... the very next day. Sophia named her Snowball. It was the perfect name for the tiny, white, fluffy kitten.
Chapter 7
Nic
“Don, you’re the DeLuca family fucking lawyer. It’s not like you aren’t used to doing shady shit.” I gripped my cell phone so hard, I’m surprised it didn’t break. After dinner the night before, I’d made a call to the family lawyer about getting the adoption process rolling. I wanted to be able to present them to my girls as a wedding present.
We’d discussed what was needed, and I e-mailed all of the d
ocuments over. He promised to be at the courthouse first thing the next day and have all of the paperwork expedited. Having a notorious reputation and government officials in your pocket definitely paid off in times like those.
The next call was to Gianna’s parents. I worried that Livy would insist on a longer amount of time so she could put together a proper wedding. I was prepared to put my foot down and steeled myself against Gianna’s disappointment and, I shuddered, tears. I hated it when she cried. However, Livy had shrieked with glee and began babbling about all of the things they needed to get done before the big day.
Gianna looked a little overwhelmed, and I knew the gallant thing to do would have been to suffer through it with her. Alas, I was no one’s white knight and I escaped to the den with a beer and a baseball game. I felt her glare burning into my back as I left and knew I’d pay for it later.
In the morning, I headed to one of my downtown offices for meetings. Shortly after I arrived, Don called to inform me that no matter whose pockets I lined, they couldn’t complete the process without the “mother” (granting her that term was bullshit) giving permission or having her parental rights severed. I could have petitioned for the separation years ago, but I’d never really thought about it because she didn’t factor into our lives. I never expected my sweet Gianna to drop into my world and change everything. She lit up every dark space, and seeing her with Sophia, those moments made me love her even more.
They deserved to be mother and daughter in the eyes of everyone, not just in their hearts. I’d be damned if I couldn’t make it happen.
“Put Thomas on it. I don’t care what you have to do, who you have to break. Find her. Or you’ll be out on your ass,” I threatened, before launching the phone at the wall. The sound of it shattering didn’t make me feel any better. I didn’t have time for this shit. I had work piling up and I was a man down with Brandon on the hunt. Luckily, Antonio had been picking up some of the extra slack.
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