“Ohh,” she moaned, placing her hands to his ass and pressing him closer. “Nathan … please fuck me, baby.” She’d already had about ten different fantasies sail through her head and the one of Nathan fucking her on his desk was the one that appealed to her more than the others.
Nathan’s hands traveled down her body until he palmed her ass with a firm grip. The first hard thrust he delivered made her gasp loudly, and the second made her body arch. He leaned forward, brought her left leg higher on his body, and then tossed it over his shoulder.
Carter was beginning to think that begging him to fuck her had been a bad idea. Try as she might have, she hadn’t been able to keep her voice down for anything. She tried everything she could as she lay back in the middle of Nathan’s desk, meeting each of his hard thrusts. She’d tried putting her fist in her mouth, biting her lip, her knuckle, but nothing worked. By the time Nathan had switched positions and started fucking her from behind, Carter was gone. Never had she screamed, “Fuck me!” so loudly in her life, and she really hoped the papers on his desk weren’t important because she was pretty sure they were all crushed from her grasping at them.
After her entire world shook with a few earthshattering orgasms, Carter was done for.
Nathan carried her to the couch as she cuddled closer to him. She felt a thousand times better after that. “Bubby,” she sighed, with a satisfied smile. “That was amazing.”
He kissed her forehead and growled. “Yes, it was.”
“Do you think anyone heard us?”
“If they did they wouldn’t dare say a word about it.”
Carter nodded and closed her eyes, happy that they were all frightened of her husband. “Mmm … I’m sleepy now. Want to take a nap?”
Nathan chuckled. “Can we eat first?”
Yawning, she shook her head. “Sleep.”
He kissed her once more. “Okay, Mrs. Salerno. Go to sleep …”
~*~
“Nathan, stop, I’m on the phone.” Carter giggled. Smiling slyly, he gave her ass another light pinch causing her to squeal. “Would you stop it?”
He loved to hear her laugh. He didn’t like seeing her as upset as she was when they had made it home from work tonight. Once they had gotten home, Carter had told him about the run in that she’d had with Aniyah Clark at S.O. Nathan wasn’t particularly pleased with the blatant disrespect the woman had shown Carter in a place that belonged to them, but Carter had insisted he not talk to her about boundaries like he’d wanted to. In truth, he’d actually wanted to fire her. While Aniyah was Carter’s friend, and Kyle’s current … whatever, she was just a secretary at S.O. She was good at her job, but she was also replaceable.
“Yes, Tamara, I’m still here …” Carter said over the phone to her friend. “It’s Nathan’s fault, he wants me off of the phone … Hell yes I told my husband what Aniyah said to me. I told him every dumbass word … No, I’m not talking to her anymore. I would have expected that from one of Kyle’s past whores, but not her … I wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t say anything rude to her … I didn’t say that until she accused me of being in love with someone other than my husband. That bitch attacked me out of nowhere. It was almost like she’d been waiting to say it. Oh well … No, I’m not talking to her. She went off on me and she’s still living to cry the story to you. I’ve done my good deed for the day. Aniyah Clark can kiss my ass. She damn sure wasn’t my friend when she was accusing me of being inappropriate with Kyle. Fuck her …”
Nathan returned to covering the remainder of the leftover dishes they’d had at tonight’s family dinner while Carter ranted to her friend. When he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, he looked up to see Isabella coming inside from the side door in the kitchen. She carried a container that Carter had packed her some dinner in—knowing she preferred to dine alone—and a very nice polished-wood box with a gold rim.
Nathan smiled at her warmly. “Good evening, Isabella.”
Isabella was family. She’d been with them for over a year, here as well as when they’d lived in France for five months, and Nathan, Carter, and their boys had grown to love the young woman very much. Call them crazy, but somehow Nathan and Carter seemed to just slip very easily into the roles of her parents. Yes, parents. The young woman was only a few years younger than them, but they couldn’t help it. They were parents, and Isabella had needed parental figures when she’d first came to them. Nathan felt like her father. He loved her, worried about her often, was quite protective when it came to her even though he knew she didn’t need protection. She was a truly amazing young woman; talented, smart, and incredibly sweet … but to the five people she shared the estate with, no one else. However, that was okay with them. Isabella wasn’t the only one in the house that chose to only communicate with select people. Carter and Nathan’s son, Josef. Since he was seven months old, he would only interact with his parents, his brothers, Sophia, Isabella, and Anastacia. No one else, and Nathan and Carter had no idea why.
“Hi, Nathan. I brought you something … a present.”
Nathan’s brows rose. A present, huh? He chuckled softly, knowing that she had something on her mind that she needed to talk about with them. “I can’t wait to see what you have this time.”
She put her container over by the sink Just as Carter was hanging up her call with Tamara. “Isabella, honey. The dishwasher,” Carter instructed.
Isabella quickly did as Carter had said, then walked around the island and stood at the counter staring down at the box she had carried in with furrowed brows. Nathan nudged Carter, directing her attention to Isabella.
Carter frowned in concern. “Isabella, is there something wrong?”
Her warm brown eyes lifted to them and she shook her head. “Wrong? No nothing’s wrong. I just—” She sighed nervously.
“Isabella, you know you can talk to us about anything,” Nathan said. “Go ahead, sweetheart, we’re listening.”
She took her entire bottom lip between her teeth and looked away. It was something that Nathan and Carter noticed she did whenever she was nervous. It was as adorable as the way Aleksandr and Maksim looked away from them when they were lying.
“Isabella—”
“I want money,” she blurted out.
Nathan and Carter sighed in unison. “Isabella—”
“Hold up you guys. Before you give the speech about working hard and learning to take care of myself, let me explain.”
They had given Isabella a home and new life, but not millions of dollars. Carter and Nathan were teaching her independence. She worked for all of the money she had in her account.
Isabella continued to talk. “I have an idea, and I’m looking for investors.” She’d effectively caught their interest. “I want to start a business.”
“Really?” they exclaimed.
“Okay, stop. You two keep talking in unison and you know how much that freaks me out.”
They chuckled.
“Sorry, honey,” Carter said. “We’re just pleasantly surprised that’s all …”
“Well, prepared to be wowed.” Smiling, she tapped her fingers on the box.
Nathan glanced over at Carter and saw that she was just as happy as he to see Isabella so animated and excited about something. The young girl had come a long way.
She turned the box to face them. “I used my last three checks to buy all of the stuff I needed to make these. They are both gifts and a part of my pitch …” She opened the box.
A hunting knife, and five small knives. All of them were stunning. The blades were all steel, smooth, and sleek, with razor edges and a sharp point. The most beautiful part were the handles; the perfect gripped edges and the initials C.S. carved out in gorgeous gold lettering on each knife. The hunting knife was Nathan’s favorite. The blade the knife was also steel, but the handle was the same polished wood as the box, and there was a capital R carved in silver lettering.
“Isabella, these are amazing.” Carter reached forward. “Ho
w sharp?”
“It’ll cut to the touch.”
“And you made these?”
“Yes,” she chuckled. “I don’t want an answer tonight, guys. I want you both to let your genius in business minds rest on this, okay?”
“Okay,” they answered in unison, still not taking their eyes off of the beautiful weapons.
“Okay, and remember that I make an assortment of many different things. When you both are ready to sit down, I’ll show you all of my good stuff.”
They looked up at her with smiles. “We’ll talk this weekend then,” Nathan said.
“Perfect,” she said, backing from the counter. “Well, I know you two have family over right now …”
Nathan frowned. “Isabella, you are family. We wish you’d stay when everyone comes over.”
“Everyone would love to finally meet you for real,” Carter added. They all knew her of course; it just wasn’t a close relationship. Isabella would say hello to the family, but it when it came to visiting with them, she kept her distance.
She shook her head. “Maybe one day, just not tonight, okay?”
Nathan and Carter nodded. “When you’re ready …” Nathan said. They wanted Isabella to be comfortable in her own skin before she opened herself up to others anyway. She needed to move at her own pace, and Nathan and Carter respected that.
She ran her fingers through her black shoulder-length hair and pointed to the hallway. “I’m going to go say goodnight to the kids before I go to bed. I’ll go out the other back door. It’s closer to the guest house.”
“All right, babe,” Carter said.
When she came over to them and gave them both hugs, Carter kissed her on the cheek and Nathan kissed her on the forehead. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight.” She walked toward the hallway before turning to them once again. Smiling, she stuck her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. “I love you both a lot. You know that, right? I know I don’t say it much, but I hope I at least show it …”
Carter placed her hand to her heart. “Of course we know, Isabella. We love you, too, honey.”
“I know.” She nodded, and cast her gaze down at the floor. “I just want to thank you guys for being … what I need. I didn’t know if running to you that night the way I did would make a difference but,” she shrugged, “thank you for changing my life.”
Carter went over and hugged her once more. “My sweet Isabella. We’ve seen you grow so much in such a short time.”
“We’re both very proud of you,” Nathan said.
Isabella brown cheeks tinted red. “I’m glad.”
“Watching you continue to grow into a strong, successful young woman is all the thanks we need, Isabella.” Carter kissed her cheek one more time.
As she turned to leave the kitchen she nearly collided with Mickey.
“Whoa!” Mickey exclaimed, stopping abruptly to avoid knocking her over.
Isabella hadn’t moved at all. She didn’t flinch, nor did she make a sound. She just looked up at Mickey, her expression stoic.
Mickey straightened himself. “Sorry about that, Izzy.”
“Isabella,” she corrected firmly. “And you should be sorry. Watch where you’re walking next time.” Without another word she walked past him.
Mickey watched her walk away with a frown. Once she was gone, he shook his head with a huff. “You know I don’t usually say sorry to people.That kid needs a lesson in manners.”
“She usually doesn’t talk to people, Mickey,” Carter said. “That was a huge milestone for her.”
“Being rude to me is a milestone,” he muttered as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Glad to be a part of it.” He stormed out of the kitchen.
Carter and Nathan chuckled. “He’s been in a mood all night.” She came back around and stood next to him, grabbing another container of leftovers to store. “Do you think its Aria again?”
Eyes glued to her juicy ass, he enjoyed the show as she bent over to get more containers out of the bottom drawers. Unable to stop himself, he gave it another light pinch. He suddenly remembered what he’d been doing before Tamara had called earlier … He always liked to build the anticipation up on nights he planned to make love to Carter until the wee hours of the morning
Carter giggled. “Nathan.” He did it again for good measure, and she stood up, placing one hand to her hip. “Okay, what has gotten into you today? Why are you so horny? First the office, then in the limo on the way home—”
“Then in our closet, our bed, and our kitchen.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind and brought her back against his body. “Wait until our guests leave tonight and we put the kids to bed. I’m thinking we do a little role play.” He kissed her neck and smiled when her musical laugh hit his ears.
“Role play, huh? What do you have in mind, Don Salerno?”
“Mmm … I’ll be Nathan the Don, and you’ll be my sexy little maid from France … I’m going to need you naked; that ‘kiss me’ apron in the top drawer, and all of these leftovers to make this work.”
Carter laughed. “What the hell are we going to do with the leftovers, Nathan?”
“You let me worry about that. You’ll like it, baby. I’ll make sure of it—”
“Do you two ever stop touching?”
“Leave them alone, Robert …”
“Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba.”
“Every time I walk into a room he’s groping our daughter, Anastacia.”
“They have been married for nearly five year now. They have three children—”
“And I love my grandsons, but what the hell does that have to do with his constant groping of my baby girl, Anne?”
“If he wasn’t groping her your grandsons wouldn’t be here!”
Carter and Nathan burst into laughter.
Nathan moved from behind Carter, kissed her forehead, then put some distance between them only to appease her glaring father.
“Is everyone finished with dessert in there?” Carter asked.
Anastacia walked over to her. “Yes, sweetheart, but don’t you worry about collecting the dishes. You’ve done enough.”
“Mom—”
“No, Carterina,” she said firmly. “Here, take you sister. I’ll go do it.”
“Ba-ba!”
Carter took her gorgeous little sister from her mother’s arms and squeezed her tightly. “Hi, Cami, my love.”
Camiella Elizabeth Valente was her full name, and she was the reason why Carter took over her mother’s empire two years earlier than she was supposed to. Anastacia had been nearly three months along when she’d found out she was carrying Cami. It had happened after she had become very sick and collapsed while no one had been home to help her. When Cesare had come home that evening Anastacia had been lying in a small pool of blood. Turned out, when she had collapsed that evening she had hit her head on the sink in their bathroom.
Nathan had remembered how frightened both Carter and Gabriel had been for their mother. He remembered that Anastacia had been afraid, too. She had told him when they’d gotten a moment to chat alone that she was afraid it was the illness that had taken her father. After all, she was the same age he’d been when he had fallen ill. Everyone had sat at the hospital, waiting all night for the results of the tests they had given her fighting against emotion and trying to remain optimistic. After examination by the doctors, it was confirmed that Anastacia was dehydrated, overworked … and pregnant with twins. To say that they had all been shocked would’ve been a complete understatement.
Because of her age and a few health issues, Anastacia’s pregnancy had been high risk from the start. She pretty much had to spend an entire four months in bed, and when the time came two months earlier than it should have, only one of the twins survived, and her and Cesare’s son had been stillborn. It was a difficult to get through, but they had all gotten through it as a family. They’d suffered a tragic loss, but they had to toughen up and support the little miracle that was fighting fo
r her life in the NICU.
The day that Cami went home, three months after she was born, was a day that Nathan kept in his heart as one of the most wonderful days that he had ever had with his family. It was the day that everything just … got better. It was the day that Anastacia was given a divorce from the man she no longer loved, it was the day she said yes to the marriage proposal from a man she did love, from the father of her newborn baby. It was also the day that Angelo, Anastacia, and Cesare were finally able to let go of all of the tension between them and focus on the love they had for one another, and it was the day that they got to bring little Cami into the family the right way; food, family, laughter, and love …
Nathan walked over to where Carter stood and leaned forward, placing a kiss on his tiny sister-in-law’s forehead. “Hi there, Camiella.”
Her blue eyes brightened and she smiled wide, revealing her four teeth; two on the bottom and two on the top. She was ten months old, two months younger than her nephew, and despite the different color eyes, Camiella was a tiny replica of Carterina.
“She looks so much like you,” Nathan said softly as he leaned against the counter.
Carter smiled and kissed Cami’s cheek. “I know, I can’t believe it. I have a baby sister.” Carter hugged the baby tightly again. “I adore her, Nathan.”
“It makes you think … doesn’t it?”
Carter continued smiling at her sister. “Think about what?”
Nathan played with a strand of her hair, waiting patiently for her to catch on to what he was talking about.
When she did, she looked over at him with a gasp. “Have you lost your mind, Nathan?” she whispered sharply.
Or course he hadn’t. “Just one more baby. Then we can wait as long as you want.”
“Nathan, you said that last time!” she argued. “I just had your son twelve months ago.”
“And don’t you love him, baby? I can’t imagine life without our little Jo-jo anymore.”
“I feel the same, but it’s too soon.”
“It’s never too soon, baby. I know you want a little girl just as much as I do.”
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