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)
“Yes. Smart.”
We make several calls and then the last is to my brother and Isabelle. Of course we both share in our elation because our kids are more than likely going to be born days apart.
“Girl, it’s going to be so wonderful,” Anabelle tells Isabelle. They both squeal and my brother and I release a chuckle because we love their happiness. That sunshine is just for us. I don’t know what I would have done if Anabelle hadn’t given me a chance. I might have been on one of them crime shows, having destroyed that doctor like I did that table.
Nah… my cuts would be a lot cleaner.
Epilogue
Next Christmas Eve-Anabelle
“Okay. So I want you to release the new menus on the same day. Everyone under…understand me?” Fabio stutters, eyes focused on my swollen breasts as I tease him from the doorway of his office.
“Okay…I’ve got to go. Merry Christmas. Message with any problems.” He ends the call distractedly.
Shaking my head, I wag my finger with a, “Tsk, tsk.”
“You shouldn’t be so abrupt with your staff,” I tease.
“Come here. Now.” He tugs on his leather belt, freeing it from the clasp. I walk toward him, biting on my bottom lip. Fabio lifts up slightly to push his pants below his ass. “Get over here and let me see that pussy.” I flip up the skirt I wore especially for today, showing him my bare mound.
“Do you like what you see?” I part my legs and run my fingers over my heat.
“You know I do. On the desk, legs on the chair. I’m thirsty.” He drags my ass off the desk and then presses his face to my pussy, sucking on my clit. I toss my head back, moaning and shaking as he works me really good. His tongue licks me over and over, eating me out until I scream his name.
He rises up and spins me around. My knees rest on the desk with my ass out and my hands splayed across the wooden surface. With one thrust he fills me up, burying his cock deep in me.
“We’re going to be late,” I complain as I clench around his shaft, knowing I started this, but frankly, I don’t care.
“Whose fault is that, baby?” he asks, smacking my ass.
“Yours. I was minding my business, texting my sister and breast feeding your child, when you came into the room with your towel tented,” I huff.
“I can’t help what your tits do to me.” I start to giggle, knowing what I do to him and how much I love it. “I was trying to get ready for work. Then, as payback, you came into my office and showed me your tits, you dirty little wife.” He spanks my ass again, stopping the laugh that comes from my lips. I love teasing him.
“That I am. I’m yours,” I moan, popping my rear back, pushing him deeper into me.
“Be careful, baby. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” Fabio grips my hair, taking control with short pumps, hitting just the right spot to send me over the edge. I cry out, knees shaking, knuckles whitening as I hold onto the desk. His pace increases, shooting his seed into me. Once we settle our racing hearts, he fixes his pants.
“Help me down, handsome. I need to get ready.” He scoops me up into his strong arms and carries me out of his office. The moment we’re in our bathroom, he sets me on the counter. “We’re going to be really late.”
“I’m betting our hosts will appreciate it. I’m betting my brother has your sister bent over some surface.”
“You’re probably right. You Fiore men are so horny all the time. I don’t know how we handle it.”
“You handle it very well. Get in the shower before you need to handle it again.”
“Whatever. Go check on our daughters.” We had twin girls, Chiara and Camilla right away, but I have another Christmas present for him. We’re expecting another baby.
“Yes, my love.”
After spending the next hour getting the babies ready, we head down to Franco and Isabelle’s castle from our home, which is just between Buffalo and Rochester. Fabio started looking the second we learned that we were pregnant. He wanted to make sure we could be close to both places, but also when he had to be at the Buffalo restaurant, he wasn’t too far from us, and the same with the Rochester location.
He’s only done virtual check-ins with the New York City team because that one runs like a well-oiled machine. We’re planning a trip down there in the spring when the babies are a little bigger.
“I’ll get the babies—you go on up.”
“I can get the bags.”
“Woman,” he growls, getting the girls out of the car. He’s completely obsessed with the three of us.
“Surprise!” My mother opens the door.
“You’re here!”