“Mr. Bond, Marco, James Bond, is a secret agent in the movies, a very handsome one too, and very smart. All the ladies love him.” I look over to Marco, and he’s shaking his head laughing, so I continue, “When your father and I first met after our, um, first date, I didn’t think your father would call me…”
“Your mother was completely wrong!” Marco cuts in.
Carmela’s eyes shoot open and her mouth opens up full of a bite of her triangle sandwich. Marco Jr.’s brows furrow together, they are completely shocked and confused.
“You didn’t want to go on another date with daddy, mommy?” the poor baby really looks sad.
“Of course I did, but let me finish, he had it already planned you see, he called me a few days later. That was a secret agent move, so since then I’ve always called him Mr. Bond,” I finish the story and the children look very pleased with the antics of their father.
Carmela jumps up and down in her chair excitedly, “Daddy! Daddy! Tell us about the time you met mommy again!” Marco Jr. looks up at us as well with a smile on his precious little face. My children are hopeless romantics, like their parents. He takes after me more than he does his father, with the far-away look in his eyes, his gentleness and patience but once he’s reached his limit, there will be hell to pay.
Marco gets that dramatic edge to his voice as he begins to tell the children about our first night, the G rated kid friendly version.
“I saw your mother from across the street from the chair I was sitting in, and your aunt Janie, I didn’t know her yet, was standing with some other friends of hers and she started yelling hi to someone. When I looked, I saw it was your mother and that was that exact moment I fell in love with her.” He looks at me and the sincerity of his words are so evident in his eyes, I know I’m glowing with my love for him as well. He continues, “I watched her all night long with her friends, even as she danced with another boy,” he makes his tone firm looking right at the kids.
Both Carmela and Marco Jr. look at me shouting, “MOMMY!!”
“I didn’t even know your dad then!” Then I tell Marco, “Don’t make it seem like you were Mr. Innocent.” I don’t want to tell them that Marco had this blonde bimbo pouring out of her dress hanging all over him.
“Now, kids, it’s ok, your mom knew that it was me she belonged to so she sent all of those other guys away with their tails between her legs. And I knew she was disappointed I didn’t come and talk to her before she decided to leave,” and he gives me a sideways glance smirking at some private joke.
I give his arm a swat, “You, Marco, are horrible!”
He laughs, “I didn’t want to scare you away too fast, Elizabeth!”
The children are laughing at our pretend little squabble as Marco continues, “I noticed your mom was saying good bye to Aunt Janie and the rest of her friends and I wasn’t going to let her leave without making her mine. So you know what I did?” He looks at Carmela and Marco Jr. wide eyed, he’s got them totally hooked even though he’s told them this story a hundred times. This was a bedtime favorite for years.
“YOU FOLLOWED HER!!” they shout in unison.
He laughs with his beautiful eyes scrunching, pearly whites gleaming, dimples showing chuckle, the one that makes all women’s panties go up in flames. And he’s mine, all mine.
“Yes, I followed her, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok to follow strangers, it could be very dangerous, but this is our story. Now, where was I?” he pauses for moment for dramatic effect, tapping his cheek with his finger, “Oh, yes, I started to follow your mother down the street. She walked about a block and when I finally caught up to her it was right at that moment her heel got stuck in the sidewalk and she almost fell flat on her face right there in front of God and everyone. And do you know what I did?” He smirks knowing what’s coming.
“YOU CAUGHT HER!!” They shout in chorus again.
“Yes, I caught the woman of my dreams in my arms and from that moment we started to live happily ever after.” He looks at me and leans over smiling softly and kisses me gently. The kids erupt in loud applause just like they do every single time Marco tells this story.
“Tell us about when you asked mommy to marry you, daddy!!!” Carmela squeals, clapping her hands and bouncing in her booster seat. Marco Jr.’s going right along with her with his hands hitting the table.
Marco turns to the kids and brings his face very close to them, “What is tonight, kids?” he almost whispers.
“CHRISTMAS EVE!!”
“That’s right, mommy’s favorite night of the year, right after your birthday, so, we are going to be extra good and after lunch you’re going to go pick up your toys and maybe tonight after The Night Before Christmas I’ll tell you that one. Now, Santa’s not going to be very pleased if you don’t finish your lunch.”
“But I’m not hungry,” Carmela pouts crossing her arms in front of her but Marco Jr. digs in.
“Alright, princess, how about a little apple sauce then I’ll let you up?” Marco coos to her.
“Ok, daddy, just a little,” and she knows she has him right where she wants him.
That night after the children have been bathed, their story read to them in front of the Christmas tree in the family room, and have been tucked in with Marco telling them again about when he asked me to marry him we finally get a moment to ourselves.
Marco is sitting on the loveseat in our bedroom where my portrait, the one he took of me, hangs over our bed. He had another copy made when I promised not to destroy this one.
“Come here, baby,” Marco lifts his arm beckoning for me to come and rest my head there.
I go and sit with him leaning against his chest just soaking in the feeling of him. He kisses me gently on the top of my head.
“We still have presents to wrap, don’t we, my love?”
I sigh heavily remembering those other two bags of toys that still need to be wrapped in our closet.
“Yes.”
“Go get me the ribbon, baby, I’ll start now,” his voice rumbles through my body.
I get up and retrieve the bag of ribbons and scissors and tape from the closet.
I stand in front of him setting the bag on the table then I start to turn to get the paper.
“Stop, Elizabeth.” His voice has dropped and become firmer.
It’s that voice, the one that makes my sex leak. I suck in a sharp breath instinctively just from the sound of his voice, licking me in my most intimate parts.
“I want you to strip for me, baby, then I’m going to tie you up like my Christmas present and play with you. Take your clothes off, my love, let me look at my beautiful wife.”
The End
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Next in the series is KINK, it’s exactly what you think and so, so, soooo much more.
Elsie leans against the wall while the bass pumps through her small body, the beat so hard you can almost see her breasts jiggling inside the vinyl black Cat Woman body suit she’s wearing. Even if she does say so herself, she looks pretty damn hot wrapped tightly in that shiny black second skin. The Halloween party that UE Movie Studios threw tonight is a huge succ
ess. Everybody who is somebody is here tonight including her best friend Elizabeth’s boyfriend, Marco Kastanopoulis, apparently the newest celebrity in town. It looks like the poor guy is stuck working tonight, having to talk to all of the boring old stuffed shirts in town like the councilman and newspaper editors and anyone else Elsie would probably fall asleep talking to. Right now he has broken away from his watch dog, She-devil, and his sidekick, Pretty Boy, to get some much needed alone time with Elizabeth. Which is why Elsie is sitting by herself.
Out of the corner of her eye Elsie sees John Wolfe walking toward her. He should have been named John Bear, the man is as huge as one and almost as formidable at first glance. She becomes a blithering oozing pile of female hormones whenever he comes into view. Tonight he’s shirtless, which is completely killing her. That big wide torso ripples with all of his muscles every move he makes, dressed in just Indian style fringe pants and moccasins with a band tied around the bulging muscles of one his upper arms. On the other side is a tribal tattoo starting on his shoulder coming mid-way down the upper part of his arm with a band of some sort of design at the bottom. It feeds down his shoulder blade on to his back leading to a beautiful wolf. On his upper chest is a pair of wings with the Sacred Heart of Jesus in the center and a star on his other shoulder. And the man doesn’t walk, he stalks, everything about him shouts predator and I’m-gonna-take-whatever-I-want. The very thought of it makes her mouth drool, how she would love to be his prey, hunted and stalked by him until he takes her, devouring her, leaving her completely breathless. She shakes herself, trying to snap out of her thoughts, the outfit she’s wearing doesn’t leave room for unnecessary moisture.
From her other side she sees Brian Daniels coming towards her as well. He’s the other end of the spectrum of John’s dark and intense, he’s drop dead good looking blonde and blue eyes with a disarmingly sweet smile, six foot laid back elegance. These two together are lethal and she knows she’s in trouble, the simple act of speech will be nearly impossible with them.
“Hi Elsie,” John’s melted caramel voice envelopes Elsie, making her heat rise and her heart race.
“Hi John,” is all she can manage which is out of character for Elsie, her tongue is razor sharp and ready to shred at a moment’s notice.
“All alone?” Brian comes up on her other side and her temperature sky rockets even more.
“Yeah, um, Marco came over and pulled Elizabeth away from the dance floor for a little while, I think he was lonely with those two with him,” she lifts her chin in the direction where her friend is standing.
“Well, Elsie, we’ve made it our mission to make sure you’re ok,” John takes another step closer to Elsie, just on the verge of being intimately close.
“Oh?” is all she can intelligibly say, his body heat and his completely he-man delicious smell is fogging her brain with erotic images and she doesn’t trust herself not say something that might come out sounding like, ‘yes, please push me up against the wall and rip my clothes off.’
“And our missions are always completed with the utmost satisfaction, Elsie,” Brian takes a step closer as well, his panty melting smile working his magic on her, making her squirm from the pulsing deep in her core.
“You don’t mind if we make you our mission, do you Elsie?”
Brian’s voice licks her with fire, igniting her, as images of both of them taking her, getting her lost in oblivion and she’s instantly ready to cum at the mere thought of both of their mouths, their hands, their cocks all over her body. She gasps fighting the urge to lean her face against John’s bare chest and licking him from where that happy trail starts, then dipping her tongue in his belly button listening to his breath catch from the wet touch, to finally sucking on those tight little nipples of his.
Elsie’s face lifts to look into both of theirs. The promises of erotic delights beyond her most intimate imagination are being offered to her without words, without a touch, without so much as a whisper but they couldn’t be any clearer. And there is no way she can resist.
She is so screwed.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
N.M. Catalano is an Amazon best-selling, multi-published author. She spent many years in the corporate world, and owned several businesses. Having been fortunate to have such varied exposures, she had many opportunities to be exposed to different societies and cultures. After years of studying people and lifestyles, her fascination comes to life in the pages of her stories.
"I am just a woman, like many of you, who has lived through beauty and ugliness, happiness, (sometimes extreme), and sadness, (sometimes heart wrenching), and have grown to love life and myself even more. I write because I love the characters, I am madly and hopelessly in love with them and want to share them with the world. Life is beautiful and is meant to be enjoyed day by day, sometimes you have to pick out the good stuff with a magnifying glass like a needle in a haystack, but enjoyed none the less. The stories that I put on paper, I think, help us to find that enjoyment a little bit more.
I am just a woman who is in love with love…………<3"
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OTHER WORKS
STRANGER, Book 1 Stranger Series
I couldn't resist submitting to him. I still can't, no matter the cost.
I thought I was fine, I thought my life was ok. Until I met him. One night of erotic abandon blew open the door to the prison of my life and there was no way I wanted to lock it back up. I couldn’t, not when he kept coming back. But I knew there would be a price to pay. There always is, I had been warned. The past always comes back to haunt you especially when it promised it would.
Your body is my playground and I want to play.
Life is good. I have control, I like having control. Until I met her. I thought that one night of her deliciousness would be enough to satisfy me. I was wrong. I wanted more, there was something about her, she was different. And now I was losing control, there was no way in hell I was going to lose.
** This is book is meant to be read as a stand alone but is the first book in the STRANGER series. No cliffhangers.
**Disclaimer: explicit sex scenes, be prepared to sweat and your heart rate to accelerate, intended for mature readers.**
SWITCH, Book 2 Stranger Series
Life can change in an instant.
Betrayal. Just like that everything I had built, my entire life, was falling apart. My world threatened to collapse from under me, everything was slipping through my hands, and it looked like there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop the destruction. I was going to lose everything but the worst part was, I was going to lose her.
A second chance.
Fate smiled down on me and gave me a second chance. And it was so much better than I could have ever imagined. He worshipped my body, he made me feel adored. Until that day. The day I found them, the day his skeletons came pouring out of that closet he thought was so well hidden. He made a huge mistake if he thought I was naive. It was time for me to take control. Can he SWITCH to get it all back?
KINK, Book 3 Stranger Series
She’s a damaged girl hiding behind a tough façade and a razor sharp tongue, afraid to open up to him and trust him. Her wounds are deep, the scars are many, some are visible, and others cannot be seen.
He thinks he doesn’t deserve her, that he doesn’t deserve to be happy. The demons he fights are loud and strong, some are real, while others are not. But he wants her. And he’ll ha
ve her.
He’ll share her. They’ll plunge her into the most erotic oblivion she’s ever experienced.
**Warning, this book contains very strong sexual content, BDSM, menage, and a scene or two which could be a trigger containing sexual assault/rape. 18+
PERFECT, Book 4, Stranger Series
Brian Daniels has life by the balls. He’s gorgeous, so much so, it hurts so good to look at him. And his dominant sexual skills leave the women he’s with in a state of complete erotic delirium for days, knowing exactly how to bring her the most pleasure. The dark and dangerous beast inside him, the one that was born in the Marines, is released in the cage when he fights, and in the bedroom when the women are tied and begging for more. He is absolutely perfect. But he’s miserable, empty, and hollow, wondering if this is all there is to life.
Everything about Brooke stops traffic. Her perfect body and face have men following behind her like a trail of whimpering little puppy dogs. And she hates everything about herself, because it destroyed her. She lives with its curse every day, one that will never allow a man to get close to her heart. She’s a brilliant Marine Biologist fighting against the clock amid brutal shark attacks, trying to find a way to stop the animal before it strikes again. But she’s defenseless against the monster inside her.
When Brian and Brooke collide, it’s an erotic war zone, one that Brian will not lose.
Can he save her from her demons? Can she finally submit and let Brian free her from her hell? Or will tragedy strike first and rip Brian from her, destroying any chance they have at love?
THE ROOSTER CLUB, The Best Cocks In Town
We all have that first true love, the one we never forget, the one that makes our heart hurt, even today.
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