“I’ve reviewed your background check and references from the agency, as you instructed me to do,” he said wryly. “Judging from the hug she just gave you, you have Sophia’s stamp of approval, too. There’s nothing stopping you from moving in this weekend. Will Saturday morning work for you?”
“What about our kiss?” It certainly seemed like something which might stop me from moving in. Didn’t it?
He glanced at the black and silver Rolex watch strapped to his wrist. “Any conversation about the kiss will have to wait because I can’t be late to this meeting. I can send a car and men to help you with your possessions. Saturday morning at nine o’clock?”
“A car?”
“Yes, Gianna. A car,” he repeated. “In fact, use mine now to go home so my driver will know where to pick you up, and I’ll have an associate of mine fetch me on his way to our meeting.”
Before I knew what was happening, I’d been bundled into the back seat of a gleaming, black town car. When the driver pulled up in front of my parent’s house, I realized I hadn’t even given him the address. He already knew how to find the house. Which meant there really hadn’t been any need for him to drive me home, and Nic had darn well known it. Sneaky man.
Chapter 4
Nic
“Brandon. Wait a second.” My best friend since childhood turned from where he’d been headed toward the door and walked back over to me. He was also the man who would step in as my number two when I eventually took over. He stopped by the table and ran his hands over his buzzed, black hair, the short sleeves on his t-shirt displaying his many tattoos. He definitely looked the part of the enforcer, and we used it to our advantage often.
“What’s up, Nic?”
I waved for him to take a seat and waited until it was only he and my uncle left in the room with me.
“There’s been movement in the O’Reilly organization. Word is, someone is trying to move up in the ranks by taking on the DeLucas.”
Brandon ran frustrated hands over his head and blew out a breath. “You getting this from Silas?”
“Among other sources,” Antonio confirmed. “I wouldn’t put too much stock in it if it were only that booze hound. But, his information is usually correct and when I heard the same from an informant, I knew we needed to take it seriously.”
“An informant?” Brandon repeated incredulously.
There wasn’t much Brandon didn’t know about family business, but the fact that we’d been approached by someone in the O’Reilly family six months before was one of them. My uncle and I were contacted by someone wanting out and in exchange for our help, she agreed to spend some time acting as our informant. We would never have asked it of her, but she was anxious to boot her father out of his place as the head of the organization so she would be completely free of his tyrannical reign when she finally left.
As much as I trusted Brandon, I wasn’t willing to risk anyone knowing about Carly. Her position was too precarious and the information she provided too vital. But, with the way things were moving, I knew it was time to bring him in.
“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you before now, brother, but I wanted to keep the circle as small as possible. It’s Grady’s daughter Carly, and the situation is so fucked up, we need your help.”
He nodded, aware that being the number two meant he didn’t have to deal with one hundred percent of the bullshit, but always willing to help lighten mine and Antonio’s load.
“I’m moving someone in with me on Saturday. I’m going to have my hands full with her”—I was aware of the double meaning in that statement, and Antonio’s smirk said he was too—“as well as protection for Sophia and my mother.”
Brandon’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “You decided Sophia needs a live-in nanny? Are you crazy? You’ll have a full-time job just keeping her away from the family business.”
“It’s going to be her family soon too”—Brandon’s face went slack with surprise—“but you’re right, for the moment, I’d like to keep her clear of it all. That’s why I need your help. I can’t help feeling as though the shit is about to hit the fan. I need you to become Carly’s shadow. If you get even the tiniest whiff that she’s blown, pull her out and get her into hiding. She’s more than earned our protection.”
He nodded, still looking a little shell-shocked. “Whatever you need, man. You know I’ll get it done.” We both stood to shake hands, our free ones rapping each other on the back a couple of times.
“Let me get Gianna settled, then I want you to come and meet her. If I bring you over too soon, you’ll scare the fuck out of her,” I jibed. Brandon flipped me the bird and loped out of the room, laughing.
“So,” Antonio drawled, drawing my attention, “moving her in so soon?” His grin betrayed his lack of surprise.
“Mamma isn’t happy about the sleeping arrangements, but she’ll have to live with it until I get Gianna to marry me.”
This time, he did register a little shock. “You’re moving her into your room?”
“Not on Saturday,” I explained. “But, I fully intend to get her pregnant as soon as possible, so those arrangements won’t last long.”
Antonio burst out laughing. “Such a DeLuca,” he muttered through his guffawing.
I shrugged with a grin. “So they tell me.”
***
I stopped abruptly and stared at the most perfect ass in the world. Gianna was bent over, putting a few things in a bottom drawer of the oak dresser in her new room. All day, I’d been forced to endure the sight of her long legs in skin-tight yoga pants and a t-shirt that kept slipping off of her shoulder to reveal a lemon yellow bra strap. I’d forced down the need to punch everyone else who got a glimpse of her creamy skin.
We had just finished unloading the last of her boxes, and I’d come up to make sure she was settling in all right. My eyes strayed to the queen size bed on the far wall, it was a far cry from the oversized king in my bedroom, but it was still tempting as hell. Especially since Sophia was spending the night with her Nonna.
“Gianna.”
She yelped, jumping to her feet and spinning around. Her hand flew to her chest, drawing my attention to her incredible tits as they lifted and fell with her rapid breathing.
“Jiminy Crickets, Nic! You scared the heck out of me!”
I chuckled and shook my head as I prowled toward her. She was too fucking adorable and I never wanted her to change. Well, with the exception of bringing out the inner tigress I knew would be there in the bedroom.
Her eyes widened to saucers as I closed in on her, but she didn’t back away or break eye contact. Her pink little tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I was fucking gone. Slipping my hands around her waist I pulled her flush against my body.
“You tempt me beyond all reason, mia dolce.” I lowered my head to place my lips gently on her neck and my hands traveled farther down until I cupped her round ass in my palms. “I didn’t like everyone seeing what is for my eyes only, Gianna,” I murmured, nipping at her skin. She shuddered with a gasp, and I smiled as I ran my nose up to her ear.
“Y-yours?” she questioned.
I clenched my hands tight and shoved my pelvis into her, showing her just how much I wanted her. “Yes, Gianna. Mine,” I growled. “I think these...pants”—I said the word with derision—“need to be disposed of.”
Leaning back a little, I scanned her face to gauge her reaction to my blatant claim on her. I would slow down if I needed to, however, there was no way I was letting her go. She looked a little dazed, but her mossy-green eyes were swirling with desire. Yes, my sweet Gianna wanted me every bit as much as I craved her.
This time, when my head bent down, I brushed my lips over hers, before running my tongue along the seam of her lips. Her little gasp gave me my opening and I plunged my tongue into the warm recesses of her mouth. Just thinking about how much hotter her pussy would be around my cock had the zipper of my jeans digging into my erection.
My hands still fir
mly on her ass, I lifted her and set her on the dresser, moving to stand between her legs. Our mouths danced, our moans the only sounds in the otherwise quiet room. I was ready to take her right then, to sink myself deep inside her pussy, and hopefully, leave her with a little part of me. Except, if I was right, she was an innocent, and I knew she wouldn’t be ready yet.
“Baby,” I whispered between kisses. “Tell me something.”
Un-melding our mouths, I watched her expression as I asked, “Are you a virgin?”
Her cheeks tinged pink and she looked down, refusing to meet my eyes. I loved seeing that flush on her skin. It was sexy as hell. But, I wanted her to know there was nothing to be embarrassed about. I put a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet mine, smiling gently.
“I want you either way, mia dolce. But, if you are untouched, it would be the greatest gift you could give me, until you’re round with my baby.”
Gianna looked shell shocked at my words for a moment, but then her whole face lit up like the sun. She looked amazing, and it took all of my control to remain still and finish our conversation.
“Yes,” she answered shyly.
A rush of possessiveness washed over me and I growled as I took her lips once again. I began to kiss my way down to the wide collar of her shirt and tugged it down easily, revealing her lacy, yellow bra. It seemed a reflection of her innocence and for a split-second, doubt entered my mind, wondering if it would be ruined by the truth of who I was.
The beautiful sight before me swept the worry away as fast as it had come. I hungrily looked my fill at her full tits, almost too big for the bra. Sliding my hands up her torso and over to her chest, I covered them with my palms. Then, moving them southward, I dragged the cups down with them and her pink nipples appeared, puckered and ready for my mouth. Bending my knees slightly, I put myself at eye level with those delicious peaks and licked around one before sucking it into my mouth.
Gianna moaned and melted into me, her hands delving into my hair and holding my head at her breast. I nipped and sucked until she was wiggling restlessly, her knees squeezing just above my hips. After giving her other nipple the same attention, I placed a tiny kiss on each tip and started to move southward once again, ending on my knees before her.
It wasn’t time to take her yet, but I needed a taste to hold me over. I was without patience, so I gripped the fabric on either side of the seam covering her pussy and yanked until it came apart with a loud rip. Gianna made a small sound of surprise, but didn’t protest. My mouth watered at the sight of her matching yellow panties.
Sliding the lace aside, I grunted at the glistening lips of her pussy. “Look how wet you are, baby. I bet you taste like heaven.”
She mewled and her legs instinctively widened, bringing a smirk to my face. My girl was begging for it, and I wasn’t going to disappoint her. Leaning in, I took a long, slow lick, lapping at her juices, satisfied when she became even wetter and a loud moan slipped out.
I looked up to find her watching me intently, ratcheting up my desire. “Put your palms behind you and lean back, mia dolce. Open these gorgeous legs wide for me.” She did as she was told and it bared her neatly trimmed pussy even more.
Using my palms, I pushed her legs even wider, moving in closer and using my broad shoulders to keep her open to me. With my thumbs, I parted her lips and all the blood in my body rushed to my cock. It began to pulse, each beat a threat that I could come at any moment. I closed my eyes and did my best to calm down. Re-opening them, I put my face into the apex of her thighs and inhaled deeply. She smelled like sugar, as sweet as she tasted.
I dove in and ate at her, a mix of shallow and deep licks, nibbles, and thrusting my tongue inside her. Within minutes, she was crying out, her body tensed and humming with energy. A glance up at her face and the confusion there, a little fear among the acute look of pleasure, reminded me to tread carefully. This was all new to her.
I placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh and blew lightly on her drenched sex. “Don’t be afraid, mia dolce. Just let it happen. This is only the beginning of the pleasure I’ll show you.” I eased a finger inside her, groaning at the tightness there. When I felt resistance, I stopped, a growl ripping from me as I imagine plunging through it with my cock and making her fully mine. “I can’t wait to pop this sweet cherry, to thrust so deep in you, we’ll be one, and to spill myself inside you unprotected.”
Gianna was lost to me by that point—her head thrown back, cries of passion falling from her lips each time I pushed back in. Her little bud was pink and hard, indicating how close she was. Returning my mouth to her heat, I sucked her clit hard, and then bit down as my finger, once again, disappeared into her pussy.
She screamed and her body began to shudder uncontrollably. I used my other hand to continue working her clit as I sat back so I could watch her come. It was sexy as fuck, and for the first time since I’d been a teenager, I exploded in my pants, my orgasm ripping through me as I watched my woman, knowing every shiver, every moan, it was all because of me.
Chapter 5
Anna
Waking up on Sunday morning, I was determined to start off on a more professional footing than I’d spent the day prior. Not that it would be difficult since I’d ended it with my boss’s mouth all over my body, and his fingers inside me while I experienced the first orgasm someone else had given me. After he’d ripped my yoga pants and one of my favorite pairs of panties, it was a major understatement to say my first day as Sophia’s nanny didn’t go at all how I’d expected.
Secretly fantasized about for days? Maybe.
But expected? Not in the least.
I hadn’t spent any time with Sophia except to say hello and get a quick hug before she disappeared upstairs to her Nonna’s apartment for the day. And night. Nic had prowled around all day like a large, wild animal, practically growling at the men he’d hired to help me move. He exuded a raw, primal masculinity which was impossible to ignore. Every time I looked at him, his eyes were on me. His attention was intense—fierce. I knew I shouldn’t let anything happen between us, but then he’d stalked into my room and all my good intentions flew out the window.
I’d never had such a strong physical reaction to a guy. It’s why I wasn’t just a virgin, I was completely untouched. There had been cute boys in high school, and a couple attractive guys in college who had asked me out. But none of them had the same energy as Nic. He was beautiful. Savage. Completely unashamed of his attraction to me. And he totally threw me off balance every time I was near him. But today was a new day, and I was going to do my best to forget what it was like to have his lips on my nipples and clit, the feel of his soft whiskers on my thighs. His finger inside me.
Darn it! Shaking my head to clear the sensual fog Nic was able to wrap around me by mere thoughts of him, I hurriedly dressed, getting ready to start my day. Pulling out a dress, I longingly looked at a pair of jeans. After Nic’s destruction of my yoga pants yesterday, a dress probably wasn’t the wisest choice of clothes because it would give him easier access to my body. We were starting the morning off with church, though, and I couldn’t bring myself to wear something so inappropriate.
Glancing at the clock, I noted how early it was, brushed my hair, pulled it back into a low ponytail, and swiped some gloss on my lips. I wanted to beat Nic and Sophia into the kitchen, to start this morning off on the right foot by making them breakfast. Checking my reflection in the mirror above my dresser, I nodded in satisfaction before heading out the door. I closed it quietly behind me and crept past Nic’s room on tiptoes. I didn’t hear any sounds from behind his door, but I didn’t trust him not to have an internal radar which told him I was awake and out of my room. Or to be a light enough sleeper to hear me moving around in my room, since we shared a wall. Yeah, he’d put me in the room next to his. I found it only slightly less shocking than the way he’d made me come. Nic DeLuca was going to be a handful.
I arrived in the kitchen without incident and puttered a
round until I found all of the ingredients and tools to make French toast. I hummed quietly, lost in the comfort of something I enjoyed and was good at. I didn’t even notice Nic enter the room until his arms slipped around my waist, causing me to yelp with surprise.
“Morning, bellissima,” he rasped, his breath warming my ear. His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was lethal, and completely unfair that a guy who had his looks also sounded so sexy. The sound of him speaking in Italian was enough to make my panties wet.
“Good morning,” I croaked, my voice hesitant and unsure.
He nuzzled against my neck. “You look and smell good enough to eat.” He nibbled at my skin, making me squeak aloud, before lifting his head to peer over my shoulder at the pan on the stove. “But I guess I’ll have to satisfy my hunger with the breakfast you’re making me since Sophia and my mother will be down here any minute.”
“Your mom?” I gasped, turning in his arms to look up at him in surprise while running my hand down the front of my dress to smooth out any wrinkles I’d gotten since I’d been up.
“No need to be afraid of my momma, Gianna. She’s excited to meet you.”
He probably meant to reassure me, but his statement only sent my heart racing more. If she was excited to meet me, then they must have talked about me. My face heated at the thought of meeting her so shortly after what had happened in my room last night. The humor in Nic’s eyes and the smile tilting the sides of his lips made me want to stomp my foot in frustration. He didn’t seem to be worried in the least.
“I’ve never met a boyfriend’s mom before,” I blurted out, my hand flying to cover my mouth as soon as the words left it. I’d just called him my boyfriend. How much more of a dork could I be?
Apparently, Nic had a thing for dorky girls because his eyes heated with a possessive gleam. “Good,” he purred. “I’m a greedy man and want all your firsts to be with me.”
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