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  “I’ve done my best to keep the standards of the old gallery, but I added more than local artists which had been a great deal of the clientele.”

  “That’s amazing. I am pleased that you have been so successful, cara,” I inform her. I mean it with all sincerity.

  “Thank you, Domani.” Ay Dio, I am hard just hearing my name coming from her.

  “Cara, I love hearing my name from your lips.”

  “I have to go Mr. De Luca.”

  “Ah, do not be so harsh, cara. I will taste those lips of yours—very soon,” I promise, ending the call before I confess my plans for us.

  Chapter 6

  Stella

  Twenty-five days and counting. I haven’t seen Domani in almost a month, but it feels like an eternity. He was supposed to be back in two weeks, but there were some problems back home. He owns a vineyard. I thought it was only in the movies, but the sexy Italian owns one.

  Our calls are rare. They started off strictly business, but they moved to a more personal aspect. I’ve learned so much about him and his family, including the sex scandal with his uncle. It’s not cool, but hey it’s not like he was involved.

  Domani proves that he’s amazing all the time. He does a lot of charity work for the poor in his homeland, and he’s taken time out of his busy schedule to do this art tour for his beleaguered family. Domani’s busy with the vineyard. I don’t know if he’s going to be here at all ever again. He says he’s coming for the exhibit, but with work, I doubt he could take that much time off.

  I miss him more than I have words to admit. I want this to be the fairytale he unintentionally makes me believe. His words imply so much, but he never crosses the lines like he did when I first met him. Could the magic of newness wear off? Maybe it’s as they say, “Out of sight out of mind.” I know he’s never out of my mind. It’s become a bit out of control the way I have no will to work on anything.

  I look in the mirror and wonder, can I be enough for him? I’ll probably never be thin. I happen to like my curves, but I do my Pilates three times a week.

  My phone goes off, and I race to grab it, hoping it’s him. It’s not. It’s my receptionist. “Stella, when are you coming into the office?” she bemoans.

  “I’m getting ready right now. Why the rush?” I’m not supposed to be there for two more hours.

  “Because I’ve had it with Andrea. And I’m about to junk punch if he keeps answering the phone for me.” I laugh because Andrea is overprotective and interested in her. Last week a guy called with the wrong number and then tried to flirt with Devon. When he heard part of the convo, he clicked the speaker and threatened to kill the guy. He’s got it bad. She does too, but I think the ocean apart thing is something they don’t want to overcome. I, on the other hand, would move to Italy if Domani would love me the way Andrea does Devon.

  “Calm down, Dev. It’s not that bad,” I add, letting a giggle escape.

  “It’s not funny. I’m going to lose it.”

  “I’m coming,” I tell her as I rub the towel through my hair.

  “Okay,” she grumbles on the other end.

  After hanging up, I start my getting ready ritual. I barely get my hair blow-dried when my phone rings. I rush into the bedroom to get it, but I don’t answer it in time. Oops, it was Dom, but just as I’m about to call him, he calls right back. I shake my head and say, “Hello.”

  “Ciao, cara. Good morning,” he says in a husky, sexy tone. Holy hell, I’m soaked. I’m glad I’m still running around in a towel without panties because they would be ruined. I’m going to need a quick dip in the ocean to cool me down. How can he have such an instant effect on me?

  I get ahold of myself and respond as sexy as I can, adding a little sultry deepness to my voice. “Good morning or is it a good night?”

  “Morning.” I think back in my head that the timing isn’t right. It shouldn’t be morning. I’m about to ask him where he is, but he cuts me off, “I have to go. Please be careful, cara mia.”

  The entire drive, I foolishly imagine he’s here to surprise me. I would walk into the gallery, and he would pull me into his arms and tell me that he can’t live without me. I moan and close my eyes at a red light and picture him staring at me. The sound of horns blaring behind me shakes me from my daydream. I’m so damn absent-minded, I stood still at a green light. I’m sure they’re all cursing me out.

  The rest of the drive, I focus on just getting to work safely. I park in my usual spot in front of the gallery. I’ve decided to use some smoothing serum to avoid the frizz then spin it into a bun as I drive. I let it down, and a set of waves touch my shoulders. I don’t usually let my hair hang down, but I have to break up the tension between Andrea and my receptionist before they screw on the desk.

  Andrea opens the door for me as I approach, I smile up at him and say, “Thank you.” That is when I hear a growl. Directing my attention to the front desk, I gasp when I see Domani staring at me. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I take him in. He’s wearing a light blue dress shirt that he has rolled up over his muscular forearms and open at the color. His dark hair is trimmed, but the top still has that thickness I want to run my fingers through. I bite my lip and stare. His expression shifts from anger to pure lust. A girl could come from just his smile.

  Chapter 7

  Domani

  Nearly a month and there she is. I stare at her with wonder and admiration. She is a testament to all things beautiful, and it’s time that I’ve made her mine. She smiles at me, and I cannot stop myself. I move forward, wrapping my arms around her waist, thrusting her against my body. My mouth lowers down onto hers, kissing her the way she deserves to be kissed every day, every hour, every minute. I slide on hand into her long hair, tugging it back as I drag my teeth down her neck. “Cara, I’ve missed you,” I whisper as I make my way to her lips again for a small kiss. I pull back and look into her stunning blue eyes. When she has my baby, I hope they have her eyes. They are perfect.

  “I’ve missed you, Domani.” I brush her cheek, loving the way she utters my name. She dips her head into my hand, absorbing my touch. I lean my head down and press it to hers, trying to calm my racing heart.

  “We’re going to leave you two alone,” Andrea says, taking Devon’s hand and dragging her out from behind the receptionist desk.

  “Have fun,” Devon giggles out, slipping her purse over her shoulder.

  “I suppose we have a lot to plan for the event,” she says nervously.

  “That’s the furthest thing from my mind, cara.” I run my thumb along her temple, then place a kiss there.

  “Then why are you here?” she asks.

  I pull back just enough to look at her strangely. If she hasn’t figured it out by now, I must be doing it all wrong. “Do I need to kiss you again for you to figure it out?” She nods at me with enthusiasm. “Very well, Stella. I’m going to kiss you, then worship every inch of you that I have spent months dreaming about.”

  “Months?” she sighs out, looking at me with glazed, lust-filled blues.

  Staring into her eyes, I say, “Yes, I’ve had my eyes on you for months. I have longed for the day when I could claim you as mine.” Lowering my head, I steal another deep, passionate kiss until she’s breathless and all thoughts of how and why disappear.

  Our bodies cling to each other as we kiss. I tighten my hold on her with no intention of ever letting go. She feels so perfect in my arms. My length presses into her stomach, and I ache to be that deep inside of her. A moan escapes her lips as she rocks her hips. I step back, receiving a pout, but I give her a smile and take her hand. Leading her behind the wall away from the front windows. I’ve set up a little picnic for us, but I only have interest in her.

  “Wow, this was a set up to get me here early.”

  “I was growing impatient.”

  “Then I won’t make you wait any longer. Make love to me, Dom,” she moans, reaching up and kissing my jaw. A rumbling growl comes from me as I slide my hands u
nder her dress. My hands grab onto her round ass. Fuck, my cock pulses against my zipper. I want to come so deep inside of her. I rub my hands up and down her thighs, slipping my fingers under her panties.

  I can’t hold back. I spin Stella around and unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor. I follow, dropping to my knees, kissing her ass. Fuck, she’s perfect. I run my tongue along the seam of her panties before dragging them down. I turn her back to face me because I want her pussy now. No more waiting. Sliding my tongue along her soaking wet slit, I take in her sweet flavor. I need more. Nudging her thighs apart, I slip my fingers into her tight cunt. She coats my fingers with her honey, and my mouth greedily sucks it off. I rub my nose on her mound while I lick her over and over. I stretch her with two fingers, thrusting in and out mimicking how I want to fuck her.

  She cries out, “Domani, Domani. Oh, God.” I drink her up as she comes on my tongue.

  “Cara, you are like a fine wine,” I whisper, pulling her down onto the blanket. I lay her down, tugging at the center of the bra until her huge breasts are exposed to me. “Dio, I could stare at your beauty all day, but I must have you.” I lower my head and take one of her nipples and suck while I pluck at her other one, loving the way she responds to me. Her back arches up and moaning whimpers escaper her lips. I growl and bite on her soft flesh, sucking and marking her.

  Stella’s nails run over my shoulders and to my arms, clutching onto them. I sit upright because I need to be naked. I tug my shirt from my pants and pull off my shirt. “Take off the bra, Stella.” She blushes, then does as I ask. I manage to kick off my shoes then slide down my pants with my boxers. My cock bobs, hitting her thigh and leaving a sticky strand of cum on her soft flesh. Her pretty eyes widen as she stares at my thick length. Nudging her thighs apart with my knee, I stare down at her beauty. She tries to cover up with her arms covering her belly and chest. I shake my head because I won’t let that happen. I grab both hands and lift them above her head. “Don’t ever hide your body from me. You are so sexy.” I switch both hands to one of mine, then I kiss her. My cock rubs her clit, making her moan. I have to be in her. I press the tip past her puffy pink lips and feel her constrict around me. I bend down and take her mouth, hard and rough until she relaxes. Then I thrust my cock all the way inside her tiny and apparently virginal pussy.

  I look down at her in surprise. She grimaces, squinting at me. “I wish you would have told me, amore.”

  “I didn’t want you to stop.”

  “Stella, I have no intention of stopping. I want to make you come repeatedly. Calm down, cara. I don’t ever want to cause you pain.” My cock throbs inside of her. I need to move. Slowly, I kiss her, letting my tongue roll around with hers, calming her so she can open up for me. “Cara, I’m so hard, knowing that you saved your sweet pussy for me. I feel blessed and horny. I want to fuck you so hard that you feel every inch of me.” I crush my lips to hers, then start pumping my hips, working out her core. Every stroke is long but fast. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I feel her heels digging into my ass. Damn, I forgot that she was wearing them. That is sexy as fuck. I pull back and lift her legs onto my shoulders and thrust into her while rubbing my thumb on her swollen clit. Turning my head, I lick and bite on her ankles.

  “Tell me if I’m hurting you,” I say, leaning forward on my hands, bringing her legs higher.

  “Please don’t stop,” she begs, clenching her pussy like a vice grip around my cock.

  “Come for me. I want your sticky sweetness all over my shaft. I’m going to fill your pussy up.”

  I lower one leg to give her a reprieve. This is her first time after all, and I’m destroying her pussy for everyone else. I want to beat my chest, but instead, I focus on her delectable chest. Her body is so curvy that my hands can’t find their favorite spot, but her tits are at the top of that list. Her creamy, soft skin bounces in my hands as I squeeze and play with them.

  “Damn, Dom, I’m coming,” she shouts. I graze my teeth across her nipple then kiss her lips. Jets of cum shoot out of me as we kiss. I thrust into her emptying every damn drop. I want her round with my kid. The thought of knowing she has my kid in her sends an extra shot of cum into her depths. My cock loves the idea almost as much as I do.

  I roll to my back, taking her with me and almost knocking down our wine. I brought it from my vineyard especially for this moment, and we haven’t had a moment to enjoy it, but the day is still early. I plant my hands on her ass, squeezing and thinking about how much I want to do this all over again.

  Chapter 8

  Stella

  My breath is hard to catch as I lay in his arms. Our bodies are covered in a light layer of sweat. A mix of us that I could get used to. “Cara, keep smiling like that and we may never get off this floor.”

  “Sounds extremely acceptable to me,” I moan, then bend down and place a kiss on his chest. We made love on the floor of my gallery, and I’m ready to go again. He was gentle and loving even though he thought I wasn’t a virgin. Damn, that came as a surprise. The look of absolute dominance and male pride came over him. I’m just happy that I waited for the right man.

  “No, Stella. We must get dressed. I cannot have anyone seeing you unclothed.”

  “Embarrassed of me?”

  “Embarrassed, cara? The devil no! I will kill a man who dares look at what’s mine. Stella, you are mine. Your delicious, curvaceous body is my obsession.”

  “Stop being silly.” This little set up has been amazing. Of course, Andrea and Devon were behind all of this. They set up a blanket, with wine and chocolate covered strawberries, per Domani’s request. I love it. He sits up, taking me with him while he reaches over for the wine. Grabbing a wine glass, he fills it for us to share. I take a sip and love the way it’s light on the palate.

  “Stella, I’m not being silly. I find you to be everything I could ever want.” He reaches around and picks up one of the chocolate covered strawberries. My favorite. “Open up.” I do as he says, and he slides it between my lips for a bite. I thought the movies overexaggerated this, but I’m so turned on, I want to let him do everything to me he did—all the time. Chocolate-covered strawberries and wine with multiple orgasms.

  “Do you wish for me to show you again?”

  “That would be nice,” I sigh, rubbing my head on his chest and snuggling up on him. He groans, grinding his hips up on my pussy, lifting me onto his lap. Then my phone rings. We ignore it and return to kissing. It pings over and over. Damn it. I know it’s the girls. No one else would message me like that.

  “Who the hell doesn’t leave you be?” he growls jealously.

  “My friends.” I shrug apologetically.

  He slides out from underneath me and stands with his big cock hard and pointing right at me. I lick my lips, aching to taste him but I’m not that bold. He reaches in and snatches my phone from my bag. And slides it open. A stream of text messages fly across the screen. He laughs then starts typing. I try to snatch it away from him, but he laughs and moves out of reach. I jump up, but the soreness between my thighs is immediate. He finishes before I can get my ass all the way up. He laughs some more before setting my phone down and slipping his arms around me. “Do not worry, my sweet love. I just told them your busy. Now kiss me so we can get dressed, and I can take you to a real dinner.”

  “Okay.” I lift up on my toes and kiss his perfectly shaped jaw, working my way to his lips. He pulls back, smacking my ass, then looks around for his clothes. I do my own clothes search. As soon as I have my dress on, I check my phone. I look at the messages, and I’m going to kick someone’s ass.

  The girls had a list of messages. Avery: We saw your man today. I wonder where they saw him, but I’m guessing it was when he walked into the gallery this morning. They’ve seen pictures of him online.

  Fancy: He’s hot.

  Avery: Get it, girl.

  Fancy: Call us. We want details.

  Lanie: Come on. Give her a minute to enjoy him first. The only reas
onable one, but that’s because she’s married now and probably trying to get freaky, too. The other two aren’t married yet, but they are dating guys.

  Avery: Tell us what’s up. I roll my eyes at her text because I could see her eyeing me intently.

  Avery: Stella!!!!! Call us.

  Then my sweet ass replied to the group message. She’s busy with it all. She can chat later. -Dom.

  “Dom,” I snipe.

  “What, Cara?” he asks, smiling at me while I held up my phone.

  Chapter 9

  Domani

  “Don’t ‘what cara’ me nothing. You text my friends letting them know we were getting it on.” She’s mortified by that bit of sharing, but they will know soon enough when they see her pregnant. I’m never going to stop needing to be inside her.

  “So, you were going to tell them anyway. I want your time while I have it. I have sisters. You all can talk forever,” I’ve told her about my three sisters and one brother. They are going to love her when they meet her. Well, the girls will. If Demetrio does, I’ll bury him.

  “Do you normally talk about your lovers?” she hisses out. Shit. I’ve hit a wrong note. It’s not how I wanted our special day to be. I have to fix it before it’s too late.

  I shake my head and pull my sexy woman into my embrace. “No, cara, but I do have something to tell you. It’s crazy, but I have not been with a woman ever.” I was a virgin for twenty-seven years. A long and grueling time to hold out for the one, but it was definitely worth the wait.

  She scoffs like she doesn’t believe it was possible. “Stella, I cannot say it was easy, but it was a promise I made to my grandfather. When he was younger several of his brothers died of sexual diseases or had bastard children. When I was a sixteen-year-old boy with raging hormones looking for a hot girl to be with, he told me the story of all their sad history. My dad kept himself pure until he met my mother. It’s been a tradition of sorts for us. He didn’t want us to risk our heritage, our bloodlines just to get off.”