Gulping, I nod. “Nothing confidential or famiglia related, at all, just business things like receipts and coded client files.”
“Coded client files?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
“Uh huh. I decided to give each client a number. I have the key on a removable thumb drive that I keep with me and don’t store it digitally anywhere in the office. I figured it was a little safer than having all of the high-profile names just sitting around the office in the open.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Made for this life, Nicci, that’s what you are.”
I shake my head, leaning forward slightly and touching my mouth to his. “Made for one another, Benicio. That’s what we are.”
“You have no fucking idea,” he grunts.
Without another word his mouth slams against my own and his tongue fills me. I moan as his hand shifts between my legs and his fingertips dance up my thighs, until they press against the center of my panties.
“How did the meeting with the wedding planner go?” he murmurs against my mouth.
His fingers slide my panties to the side and I close my eyes as an exhale escapes me at the feeling of him touching me. I always love the way he feels between my legs, it doesn’t matter what he uses, fingers, mouth, or dick, it’s always amazing.
Letting out an exhale, I moan when two of his fingers fill me and begin to pump. “Good,” I breathe. “She said invites will go out next week after we look at available venues.”
“Do you care where it is?” he asks.
Pressing my lips together, I lift my hips, not giving a fuck about the wedding, not that I ever really did anyway.
Right now, though, I want him inside of me. I want him to fuck me, to make me come, to look into my eyes and show me how much he loves me.
“I don’t,” I admit.
He grunts, removing his fingers from between my legs. I let out a whimper at the sensation, not wanting him to stop—never wanting him to stop.
Wrapping his hands around my waist, he turns us in the chair and picks me up, setting my ass on the edge of his desk.
“All I give a fuck about is that you’re my wife, passerotta. The wedding shit, that’s for the famiglia. I just want you, wearing my ring, sharing my last name, sharing my throne.”
Pressing my lips together, I try to hide my smile at his words, but I fail. I love them too much, just as I love him too much. He grins, his hands sliding up the outsides of my thighs and beneath the hem of my skirt.
“I don’t care about any of it either,” I admit. “Just you, just us.”
“Good.” He nods. I spread my legs, my breath coming out in pants. He grins, dipping his chin toward my center. “Want something?” he asks.
Lifting my hand, I slide my fingers through his hair, until I’m gripping the strands at the back of his head. With our gazes connected, I gently pull his head forward.
He smirks as he licks his lips. His fingers move between my legs and shifts my panties to the side again right before he buries his head between my thighs.
“God,” I groan as his tongue swirls my clit right before he flicks it.
Reaching for the edge of the desk with my free hand, I curl my fingers around at the same time my grip tightens in Benny’s hair. Rolling my hips, I meet his mouth, my eyes closed as I climb higher and higher toward my release.
Benicio lets out a grunt, then without warning, I feel his mouth leave my center. He stands, forcing my fingers to release the grip they had on his hair.
I grip the edge of the desk with both hands, my fingers curling around as I slowly open my eyes and look up at him.
He’s still in his shirt, but his pants are gone and his hand is wrapped around his hard length. My breath hitches when he guides himself to my center.
Then, without so much as a word, he slams inside of me, burying himself to the hilt. His eyes are focused on mine, his jaw clenches as he looks down at me.
“Leave your hands there,” he demands through his teeth.
I grip the edge of the desk even tighter, while at the same time attempting to relax the rest of my body. Benicio leans forward, his mouth touching my own as he pulls out, then slides back inside of me.
He continues his moves, slow and precise. His mouth against mine as he does, in silence. I inhale his exhaled breaths, and he does the same. For a moment, we are perfectly in sync with one another, perfectly connected.
That is, until he jerks back, his fingers gripping my waist tighter. He looks down at me, his eyes darkening. He watches me, his eyes never leaving my own as he begins to fuck me harder. His hips roll on each downstroke, his face set hard as he takes me.
I feel my body climbing higher with each thrust, each roll, each stroke of his body against my own. My nails dig into the underside of the desk, my own jaw clenched tightly as I watch him. His gaze doesn’t waver, his breaths begin to come out ragged and in pants, but neither of us speaks.
My entire body bucks beneath him as I feel my orgasm begin to roll through me. It isn’t one that slams into me, stealing my breath from my lungs, instead it’s one that just takes over my entire being from the inside out.
My body freezes, every single muscle tightening as my breath hitches, my lips parting with no noise at all escaping my mouth and I just watch him. He knows I’ve come, and his lips twitch into a small smile as soon as he realizes that I’ve found my release.
Benicio’s fingers flex against my waist and he begins to pump wildly in and out of me, his strength forcing the desk to move beneath us.
When he buries himself deep inside of me, his body lurching forward and his face finding the side of my neck before he lets out a roar, that’s when I know that he’s found his climax as well.
His cock twitches inside of me a second later and though he hasn’t given me permission, I do it anyway. I release my hold of the side of the desk and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“I love you,” he groans against my skin. “Fuck, I fucking love you, passerotta.”
His words, they fill me with a happiness that I never thought possible. He means them and it’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear from him, from anyone. He is my reason for living, for breathing.
Benicio Martinelli may have hated me once, but I have always loved him and now, to have that love returned, I know that whatever comes our way, together we will always stand strong.
Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
BENICIO
Wrapping my hand in Nicola’s, together we walk up toward the front door. She inhales next to me, then lets the breath out as she squeezes my hand. She’s nervous, though I’m not sure why she would be. It’s not as if she hasn’t met Gavino or Luciana before.
“What is the problem?” I demand before I lift my hand and knock on the door.
She turns to me, her eyes meeting my own. “What if they want me to hold it?” she whispers.
Clearing my throat, I try not to laugh. “Are you scared?” Her eyes slide away before they meet mine again. “You are. Don’t be, there is nothing to be scared of,” I assure her.
She opens her mouth to say something, but the door swings open and Gavino is standing in front of us. He looks a little tired, a bit rumpled, but I can say with certainty that he looks happy. No, that’s not right. He looks completely fucking blissed out.
“You made it, Luciana will be happy to have a distraction.”
“Distraction?” I ask as he steps aside and I guide Nicola into the foyer.
He snorts. “She’s been fussing and basically obsessing.”
Without another word, he turns from us and begins to walk into the house. We watch him and then follow behind him.
Once we’re in the living room, we stop at the sight in front of us. Luciana is wearing her hair in a messy knot on top of her head, she looks downright fucking exhausted, but when she looks up at us, she’s wearing that same expression of blissed the fuck out.
Nicola lets her hand fall from mine and I watch as she carries
her package over to Luciana. She sinks down on to the sofa next to her and places the package in the middle of the coffee table.
I have no fucking clue what’s inside, I didn’t ask. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure Luciana will love it.
“Ordered food for you, should be delivered in about an hour,” I say, looking away from the women to Gavino.
He’s staring at Luciana, his gaze never leaving his wife. “Thanks,” he grunts.
I can’t help myself, I let out a chuckle. “Are you sure that it’s only her that needs a distraction?”
He turns his head, his lips turning up into a lazy smile and he shrugs. “Have a beer with me? Let the girls hang out?”
“Sure.” I nod.
Together we leave the girls alone and head into the kitchen. Gavino grabs two beers, one for each of us and I’m surprised that it’s not one of his normal cocktails, but decide not to comment.
He twists the cap off of each of them, handing one bottle over to me before he takes a healthy swig from his bottle.
“Valentina so far has proved to be a good addition to the famiglia,” he comments.
Nodding, I think of the woman that Ermanno has married. They had their very small ceremony two months after my own.
Nicola has found a friend in her, but as always, Nicola is cautious, never one to let down her guard. Valentina seems genuine though and hasn’t given us a reason yet to become suspicious of her.
“Time will tell,” I say.
Gavino nods, taking another sip of his beer. “It will. Just like in time you saw that you ended up exactly where you needed to be, same as me.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, taking another pull from my beer.
I don’t know how to answer any of that. I’m still not sure that I was meant to be a boss, even if it is just an empty title considering Gavino is still my boss.
“You need babies,” he announces.
Choking on my drink, I cough a couple of times to catch my breath before I swing my gaze over to meet his. He’s shaking, unable to hold back his boom of laughter as it fills the kitchen.
“Shut the fuck up with that shit,” I grunt.
Shaking his head, he lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around the back of his neck before he squeezes. “I know it seems unreal, but honestly, you do. Securing yourself as the head of your seat, a wife and family beneath you is fucking important for that.”
“I don’t understand how,” I grumble.
Gavino pushes off the edge of the counter where he’d been leaning and tilts his head to the side as he takes a couple of steps toward me.
“We’re not old school, we’re evolving and so is the famiglia, generally speaking,” he begins. “But some things will always remain the same, no matter how much we evolve and those things include a wife and children. A boss needs them.”
Clearing my throat, I nod my head. Thankfully, Gavino doesn’t require me to comment on his words, instead, he begins to walk past me, stopping at the doorway. He looks over his shoulder at me, a small tired smile playing on his lips.
“This is one thing that you should do, not just because it’s required of you, Benicio. But because it’s fucking amazing.”
NICOLA
Luciana slips the small bundle into my arms and I gasp as soon as I’m cradling the extremely light weight. Looking down at the small baby, I gasp at the sight of her.
She’s stunning. Sure, she was pretty when Luciana was holding her, but in my arms, it’s just different. A wave of emotion rolls through me and I know that this is why I was terrified to come in here.
I knew that once this small bundle of beautiful baby was placed in my arms that I would want one, immediately.
Someone clears their throat from beside us. Turning my head slightly, I find Benicio’s gaze with my own. He frowns as his gaze flicks from the baby to me, then to the baby and finally settles on me.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“I told you.” Gavino chuckles.
“What’s this?” Luciana asks.
I don’t break my eye contact with Benicio though. I can read what he’s thinking without him having to say a word. He wants this too.
It’s suddenly become a need, not a want. A family, a baby of our own. The feeling hits me like a freight train. I want this. I want one too.
This is what we need.
“Nothing, Luciana. They just figured out what they’re missing in life. Benicio has also discovered that I’m right, in all things.”
“Fuck you,” Benicio grunts.
“Benny,” I hiss. Gavino laughs again and I jerk my gaze away from Benny’s as I focus on baby Paola in my arms. “Don’t say that in front of her,” I whisper.
Luciana giggles, at the same time both men groan. “I’ve said the same thing to Gavino over the past week at least a dozen times,” she admits.
Lifting my eyes to hers, I smile. “She’s so beautiful, Luciana. How do you not just hold her twenty-four hours a day?” I ask.
“She does,” Gavino states.
“He’s right, I do. But, I figure that it won’t always be like this, so I’m taking full advantage. I love her so much.”
That is how we spend the evening. Me, holding baby Paola. The men across from us and all four of us laugh and thoroughly enjoy a quiet evening at home with a brand new baby.
It’s perfect. I can’t help but feel the desire to recreate it in nine months, with my baby the center of attention instead.
We don’t say anything to one another on the ride home, or once we make our way inside.
Neither of us says a single word until we make our way into the bedroom. Benicio sits on the edge of the bed, his chin dipped down and staring between his feet.
Standing against the closed bedroom door, I lean my back against the wood and watch him. Slowly, he lifts his gaze to meet mine and I see what I can only describe as confliction in his expression.
“You want children?” he asks. Keeping my gaze focused on his, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and I nod my head once.
“Holding a baby isn’t the same as having your own,” he points out.
“I know,” I agree. “My heart ached as soon as I held her in my arms. It’s why I was afraid to go tonight. It wasn’t because of Gavino or Luciana, it was because I was afraid that I would want a child of my own immediately. I never thought that it could truly be a possibility. I know that you said you wanted them right away, but we haven’t talked about it since the first time you mentioned it, and I just wasn’t sure...”
He stays quiet. His eyes searching my own and then slowly he stands to his feet. I hold my breath as he makes his way toward me, when his hand slides around my waist and he tugs me against his chest, I tilt my head back and let out the breath, waiting for what he’s going to say next.
This could be the end of our marriage as we know it. He could decide that this isn’t what he wants, that I’m not what he wants and turn his back on me. He could do a lot of things. I wait, unsure of what to expect. What he does next leaves me in complete shock and a little in awe.
He lifts one of his hands, wrapping his fingers around the side of my neck. Dipping his chin slightly, he looks into my eyes and I wait.
“You want babies right now, you got them, passerotta.”
Shaking my head slightly, I frown. “But you don’t…”
He touches his mouth to mine to shut me up before he pulls back slightly and speaks. “Seeing you with that baby, imagining that it was mine. Fuck,” he hisses. “Just fuck, Nicci. You need that, I need that, the world needs a little piece of you to live on in it.”
“It does?” I ask, frowning.
He smirks. “It does. You’re smart, kind, and fucking perfect.”
He doesn’t allow me to say anything else. He slams his lips against mine in a hard kiss before he fills my mouth with his tongue, then a few moments later he picks me up and presses my back against the wall as he fills me with his hard length.
“I love you so fucking much
, Nicola Martinelli. More than anything else in the goddamn world, I fucking love you.”
My heart swells as I come, my pussy clenching around his length. Inhaling a sharp breath, I touch my mouth to his and I exhale.
“I love you more, Benicio. Thank you for giving me this beautiful life.”
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As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.
Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After all of these years together, he’s still the love of her life.
Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard. They moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to the Hill Country of Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
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