Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“I love you so fucking much, Anabelle. Now and forever.”
“Always, Fabio.” He gently adjusts us so that I’m resting my head on his chest and covered as we fall asleep.
Chapter Eight
Fabio
By the next morning the family gathers in the living room to exchange presents, but all I want to do is be alone with my woman. Now that I’ve had a full taste of her, I’m going to be like a sick little puppy.
Even now, I follow Anabelle into the kitchen to help with the coffee, and as soon as I have her past the door, I pin her to the wall and bring her legs around me. “God, you’re gorgeous—and mine.”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself.” We lose control and I have my hands up her blouse, cupping her tits.
Grunting against her lips, “I ought to spank you for the lack of a bra, but damn, you’ve just made it easy for me.”
“I aim to please my boss.” Her soft giggle turns into a moan as I lift up her blouse and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth. Her back arches off the wall and her legs tighten around my waist.
“As long as you know who’s in charge, my love.” I bite her ear and grind my cock against her when we hear the kitchen door open. I drop her blouse to cover her body, but we’re still in entangled against the wall. It’s obvious that we’re drying humping.
“Whoa.” Mia throws her hands up. “I didn’t see anything.”
“Oops. It looks like we’ve been found out.”
“Yeah, because that bullshit you both tried to play fooled everyone,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, I’m happy for you two, but if you don’t get the coffee started soon, we’ll have World War three on our hands out there.”
“Oh yeah. See, you make me forget what I’m doing.” She slaps my chest and moves around to get the coffee started. I assist, but it’s still a process, so we steal kisses.
“There are going to be tons of babies here soon.”
“Ooh. Is there someone you’re seeing, Mia?” Anabelle asks.
“Is there?” I growl, wanting to know who dare talk to my cousin without approaching us first. I don’t have to right to get in her business because she’s an adult, but that doesn’t I won’t.
“Not me. I meant Franco and you.”
I nod because she has a point. “Fair enough. But if you do meet someone, you better introduce him quickly.”
“If that day comes you’ll know.”
We bring out the coffee while Mia grabs the donuts. We all gather around the large tree while Zia Maria goes around snapping pictures, and for the first time, Franco doesn’t hide. The family doesn’t say a word, but the smiles that spread around the room are contagious.
I squeeze Anabelle as we sit next to each other. After the presents and the treats, we take a bunch of photos around the tree. I steal a kiss in one of them, catching Anabelle by surprise so her face is red through the next couple.
The rest of the morning goes by in a blur. I can’t believe the holiday festivities go by so fast, but it’s time for us to head back to the real world. We all part ways, planning to meet up for the wedding in a week, although the girls will be preparing together over the phone and from visits.
Isabelle still has to clear out her house, which means they have time to hang out this week. My restaurant is taking a major loss, but at this point I couldn’t give a fuck because our family has been put back together.
“Are you ready, my love?” I ask as we pull out of the driveway.
“Yes. I suppose I didn’t need all the extra clothes.” She tilts her head toward the back.
“Oh, you sure as hell do, unless you plan to walk around the condo naked. I won’t mind, as long as the curtains are closed.”
“Condo? Where you live?”
“Damn straight. Your place is nice, but your pretty ass can work from anywhere and I have food in my home to feed you.”
“That’s shocking. You’re always out all the time.” I know what she wants to say, but she bites her tongue. We’re moving past what her perceptions were, but it will take time.
“I like to test new recipes when I’m home.”
“Do I get to be your sampler?”
“I’d love to sample you all the damn time, amore.”
“Damn it…I should have kept my mouth shut.”
“Never. I want to hear everything you have to say, even when you’re angry with me.”
“Let’s hope for less days like that.”
“I can agree to that.”
Her phone beeps in her pocket. Pulling it out, she gasps.
“What?” I ask, worried as fuck.
“Focus on the road. I’m fine, but we have some drama. I’ve been tagged as well as Fiore’s restaurant on Twitter. Cheaters Cozy Up on Christmas.” I pull off on the side of the road where it’s safe and take a look at her phone.