Christmas with the Boss (The Fiore Family Book 2) Page 7

  Our guests cheered, including a couple of people from the press who had stood by our side. We have no intention of selling the images, no secrets to hide. Anabelle has been my one and only love and will forever be. “Come, Mrs. Fiore, let’s celebrate.”

  ****

  Later that evening the first press release went out, and it was perfect.

  A Fairytale Romance.

  Fabio Fiore married his lovely fiancée, Anabelle Jones, in a private ceremony in front of less than fifty family and friends. Everything from the food to the décor had been perfect on the glamorous estate owned by his brother, real estate mogul Franco Fiore, who also had the love of his life on his arm. However, nothing compared to the couple front and center. Fabio and Anabelle’s love was open for the world to see-—even the hilarious, yet romantic faux pas moment committed by the groom. Fabio had to be held back by his groomsmen as he attempted to rush down the aisle and scoop up his bride.

  A man obsessed, for sure.

  Those Fiore men have love in their eyes, but, lucky ladies and gents, there are two Fiore cousins who are single: the lovely Mia Fiore, and her older brother, Soren. Whoever snags them will have a hard time showing their devotion as strong as Fabio and Franco, but we can all hope.

  Find love and happiness, my dear readers.

  – written by Always the Bridesmaid.

  “That was pretty adorable,” Anabelle whispers as we lay in bed.

  “Thank you. I love lying in bed with my wife completely naked and her telling me I’m adorable.” I roll my eyes, feigning sadness.

  “Okay. So it was sexy as well.” Her hand slides up my thigh, knowing that I’m not the slightest bit upset; in fact, my dick jerks before she gets to my hips. Her touch sets me off so easily I could practically nut in her hands right now.

  “Be careful, wife. I’ve just made your pussy very sore. I want you able to handle me as I fuck you all over Italy.”

  She moans and lays her head on my chest. “Well then, you’ll be just have to be very creative, my sexy chef.” Her lips brush my skin, teasing me as she moves lower. With her tongue peeking out from her lips she swipes at the tip of my cock, lapping up the bead of precum that’s just for her.

  Shaking my head, I pull her off and flip her onto her back. “No, I won’t last a minute with that mouth around me. Hell, I don’t know if I can handle that tight cunt of yours, but I want every drop of my seed right where it belongs.”

  Nudging her legs apart, I line up my head with her entrance, running the tip up and down, testing how wet my wife is. She’s drenched like and I reward her with one smooth thrust. We both groan as our bodies connect flush against each other. My chest rests lightly on hers as I take her mouth in a kiss.

  I pull back and move onto my haunches, spreading my wife’s ankles over my shoulders and pump forward. “You are so sexy. I need to see every inch of you I can. Are you going to come for me, Anabelle?”

  “I’m so close,” she moans and then she moves up to rest on her elbows to watch my thick length entering her and her pussy clenches around it.

  “Yeah, you like what I’m doing to you don’t you. My big dick disappearing in your tight slit. Your warmth devouring my cock. You’re going to make me nut deep in you. Do you want me to spend every drop of my seed in your womb?”

  “Fuck. Yes. Give it to me, Fabio. I need it. It’s so big and stretching me in two.”

  “Yes, Tesoro. Take every inch,” I grunt, picking up the pace as I enjoy the show. My cock slides into her pussy faster and faster until we both cry out. “Fuck, that’s it. I’m not letting you talk me into pounding your pussy no more for the night,” I pant, sliding out of her and falling back on the bed.

  “Fine, I’m sleepy anyway,” she sighs, pressing her head onto my chest with a big yawn.

  “Close that mouth, woman. That’s what started this.”

  “It’s just a yawn. I’ll save for sucking your cock after we shower tomorrow.”

  “I’m a lucky man.”

  “As long as you know it.”

  Tomorrow we fly out to Italy for our honeymoon. I want to show her around my parents’ town and where I lived briefly as well as Soren’s vineyard. I’ve visited off and on over the years, but as we got older and worked more and more, trips became business ones and I rarely stayed more than a few days, although I learned so much cooking with my nonna and several of her friends.

  ****

  “This week has been amazing,” I hear Anabelle tell my cousin as I answer a call from one of the restaurants. As much as I’d love to stay away from work some things just require my attention. So I give them an hour of my day. “Fabio says…” I don’t here the rest because they’ve gone off on the path around Soren’s villa. We’re here to visit for a week after our tour of Italy. My cousin is being the perfect host and I’m doing my best not to be jealous because I should have nothing to jealous about. My wife has my seed dripping down her legs as we speak, but the animal in me still wants all testosterone away from her.

  As soon as the call is over. I jump up and go looking for them and Soren’s carrying my wife in his arms this way. “What the fuck?” I take her from him.

  “I’m fine.”

  “She nearly fainted,” Soren snarls. “I’ll call the doctor.” He pulls his phone out which I suppose was hard to do while carrying her back here.

  “Amore, Anabelle. You are unwell.”

  “It’s okay. I just got a little dizzy and…”

  “Shit.”

  I rush toward the house and shouts. “Stop! I’m going to be sick.”

  “You are sick.”

  “I’m fine. You can put me down and I can walk.”

  “Are you nuts? No.” I take her into the house and straight up to our room and onto our bed, but she dashes into the bathroom and locks the door. For the next twenty seconds she lets go and I have to get inside. “Open the damn door, Amore.”

  “Get me some water, please.” I don’t want to leave her, but I know she needs it. I hear fast and heavy footsteps. Soren approaches with a pitcher of water and a glass.

  “Thanks.” I pour a glass and set the pitcher down on the dresser.

  “I figured she needed it. Maybe too much sun and exercise.” He raised his brows at me. She did ride me hard this morning like she was in the Kentucky Derby.

  Knocking on the door, I say, “I have your water.” She unlocks the door and I come in, closing it behind me. “How are you, my love?”

  “I’m okay.”

  “What do you need?”

  “Can I just lay down?”

  “Absolutely.” I scoop her up and carry her over to the bed. My cousin has left the room, so we have some privacy. Kicking off my shoes, I climb in bed beside her and press the back of my hand to her head. She’s not clammy or running a temperature. Maybe she just got too much sun or too much sex without enough food.

  “I didn’t feed you enough today,” I say almost to myself.

  “No, it’s not that, Fabio. I have a feeling I know what it is.”

  “What is it?”

  “I think our little family is growing.” My eyes immediately dart down to where her hands are resting on her stomach. “This morning my breasts were so tender I thought maybe you were too rough, but when I put on my bra, I was uncomfortable.”

  “We’ll find you some new ones.”

  “It’s too soon to tell without some test, but I should have gotten my period by now.”

  “Wow, I’m going to be a dad?” I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face at the news. I’ve wanted her to carry my child since day one and now it’s more than likely a possibility.

  “It seems like it.”

  “Yes,” I cheer, kissing her forehead and pulling her into my arms.

  “We don’t know for sure,” she reminds me. That’s true, but I’d rather believe that than she’s actually sick.

  An hour later, the doctor arrives and Anabelle is sitting in the kitchen feeling a lot better. “You a
re the patient, my dear?”

  “Yes.”

  “You look radiant. Are you with child?”

  “I’m not sure. How did you know?”

  “I did not. It is one question we ask most married women when they feel unwell. I have a test if you will please take it now.” He hands it to her and she goes into the bathroom down the hall.

  “I am certain it must be the case because she doesn’t seem as you described, Soren.”

  “No. She appears to have improved.”

  “Fabio, it’s great to see you, my boy. It’s been many years.”

  “Same to you, Dr. Argo.”

  “I hear you are world famous now with your food.”

  “Yes. Perhaps you could bring your lovely wife to join us for dinner one night.”

  “She would love that. It’s a pity that you don’t have a restaurant here.”

  “We don’t need it here. You have amazing talent cooking all over the country.”

  “True. True. Ah. Bella has returned. And?” he says, staring at my beautiful wife. She nods and smiles. I grab her and lift her into my arms.

  “I love you so much, Anabelle.”

  “Congratulations.” We kiss and then I set her on her feet. “We have much to celebrate.”

  “It’s too soon. I will still have to tell my family,” Anabelle says.

  “She’s right. My mother though will be excited for the world to know that we have a baby on the way. I’m sure Franco might be in the same boat right now.”

  “Oh yes, he married as well,” the doctor says.

  “Yes, my twin sister.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes, and she was my head chef. The reason my restaurant was always busy.”

  “Well then she must come to Italy as well one day and share her gifts.”

  “Franco won’t share her with anyone.”

  “Wise man.” He winks. “I must go. I have two more patients to see. It is good to see you and many congratulations on your new family. Please rest and eat small meals and often, so you don’t upset your stomach. I’ll tell my wife about dinner.” We shake hands and Soren escorts him out while I hold my wife close.

  “How are you feeling, my love?”

  “Better. Happy. It’s too soon to tell people, but I have a feeling it’s going to be town gossip in a bit. Should we call our parents?”

  “Yes. I think my parents first since they have ties here.”

  “Yes. Smart.”

  We make several calls and then the last is to my brother and Isabelle. Of course we both share in our elation because our kids are more than likely going to be born days apart.

  “Girl, it’s going to be so wonderful,” Anabelle tells Isabelle. They both squeal and my brother and I release a chuckle because we love their happiness. That sunshine is just for us. I don’t know what I would have done if Anabelle hadn’t given me a chance. I might have been on one of them crime shows, having destroyed that doctor like I did that table.

  Nah… my cuts would be a lot cleaner.

  Epilogue

  Next Christmas Eve-Anabelle

  “Okay. So I want you to release the new menus on the same day. Everyone under…understand me?” Fabio stutters, eyes focused on my swollen breasts as I tease him from the doorway of his office.

  “Okay…I’ve got to go. Merry Christmas. Message with any problems.” He ends the call distractedly.

  Shaking my head, I wag my finger with a, “Tsk, tsk.”

  “You shouldn’t be so abrupt with your staff,” I tease.

  “Come here. Now.” He tugs on his leather belt, freeing it from the clasp. I walk toward him, biting on my bottom lip. Fabio lifts up slightly to push his pants below his ass. “Get over here and let me see that pussy.” I flip up the skirt I wore especially for today, showing him my bare mound.

  “Do you like what you see?” I part my legs and run my fingers over my heat.

  “You know I do. On the desk, legs on the chair. I’m thirsty.” He drags my ass off the desk and then presses his face to my pussy, sucking on my clit. I toss my head back, moaning and shaking as he works me really good. His tongue licks me over and over, eating me out until I scream his name.

  He rises up and spins me around. My knees rest on the desk with my ass out and my hands splayed across the wooden surface. With one thrust he fills me up, burying his cock deep in me.

  “We’re going to be late,” I complain as I clench around his shaft, knowing I started this, but frankly, I don’t care.

  “Whose fault is that, baby?” he asks, smacking my ass.

  “Yours. I was minding my business, texting my sister and breast feeding your child, when you came into the room with your towel tented,” I huff.

  “I can’t help what your tits do to me.” I start to giggle, knowing what I do to him and how much I love it. “I was trying to get ready for work. Then, as payback, you came into my office and showed me your tits, you dirty little wife.” He spanks my ass again, stopping the laugh that comes from my lips. I love teasing him.

  “That I am. I’m yours,” I moan, popping my rear back, pushing him deeper into me.

  “Be careful, baby. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” Fabio grips my hair, taking control with short pumps, hitting just the right spot to send me over the edge. I cry out, knees shaking, knuckles whitening as I hold onto the desk. His pace increases, shooting his seed into me. Once we settle our racing hearts, he fixes his pants.

  “Help me down, handsome. I need to get ready.” He scoops me up into his strong arms and carries me out of his office. The moment we’re in our bathroom, he sets me on the counter. “We’re going to be really late.”

  “I’m betting our hosts will appreciate it. I’m betting my brother has your sister bent over some surface.”

  “You’re probably right. You Fiore men are so horny all the time. I don’t know how we handle it.”

  “You handle it very well. Get in the shower before you need to handle it again.”

  “Whatever. Go check on our daughters.” We had twin girls, Chiara and Camilla right away, but I have another Christmas present for him. We’re expecting another baby.

  “Yes, my love.”

  After spending the next hour getting the babies ready, we head down to Franco and Isabelle’s castle from our home, which is just between Buffalo and Rochester. Fabio started looking the second we learned that we were pregnant. He wanted to make sure we could be close to both places, but also when he had to be at the Buffalo restaurant, he wasn’t too far from us, and the same with the Rochester location.

  He’s only done virtual check-ins with the New York City team because that one runs like a well-oiled machine. We’re planning a trip down there in the spring when the babies are a little bigger.

  “I’ll get the babies—you go on up.”

  “I can get the bags.”

  “Woman,” he growls, getting the girls out of the car. He’s completely obsessed with the three of us.

  “Surprise!” My mother opens the door.

  “You’re here!”

  “You know we couldn’t miss our little grandbabies’ first Christmas.”

  “Where are our hosts?”

  “Oh, they had some issue to discuss in the kitchen.” Seconds later I see my sister come out, hair disheveled, and Franco tucking in his pants. “Problem solved, it seems.”

  “Fabio was right. Sorry we’re late. You know how it is.” I hug my sister. “Did you at least clean the counter after?” I whisper in her ear.

  “Why? It was the wall this time. I hear it’s a great spot.”

  “Fucking Mia.” I can’t believe she told them about catching us against the wall. At least we weren’t fucking yet.

  “Aw…let me see these cuties,” our mother calls out as Fabio crosses the threshold.

  “Where are my princesses?” my dad says.

  “We’re right here,” Isabelle and I say at the same time.

  “Oh, you’re queens now. I want to see th
e little cherubs.”

  “They are so beautiful.” They look like Snow White, taking my coloring with Fabio’s hair color.

  “Fabio, Anabelle,” his mother calls out, rushing up to the both of us. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Ah, they stole the girls first.” She pouts as if they don’t get to see the babies enough. Our parents are crazy over the kids, and we all can’t be happier.

  “Well, it’s only fair since you got him first.”

  “I will never think it’s fair.” My mother-in-law is hilarious to me as she huffs away.

  “Thank you all for coming. Isabelle has outdone herself again,” Franco says before bending down and stealing a kiss from his wife.

  “So I hear you’re a good cook—looking for a job?” I ask her. “Fabio is looking for someone to cook at home. He married the wrong sister.”

  “Never. I’d rather cook the rest of my days than give you up for anyone, not even the almost identical version of yourself. You’re mine, and I mean that.” He kisses me hard. “Now, sit and behave. I can’t have you feeling unwell with that little one.”

  My eyes widen, and I sputter out, “What? How…”

  He tilts his head and grins from ear to ear. “Are you? I just assumed I knocked you up because it’s all I think about.” I slap his chest as he pulls me into his arms. “I love you, Anabelle,” he whispers before brushing his lips against mine. It’s brief, but my heart does a flip when he kisses me so tenderly.

  Once we pull away, I look around the room and notice we’re missing someone important. “So where’s Mia?”

  “She went to New York City to visit her friends,” Soren answers with a grumble.

  “Wait. I thought she was coming back tomorrow,” Isabelle says.

  “No, she’s spending the holidays with her besties this year,” he adds as if he doesn’t care for the idea at all. I suppose he did come all the way from Italy to spend Christmas with the family and his sister isn’t here.

  “Okay. Well, I’ll call her in a bit,” I say. Mia has become distant lately and although the guys aren’t sure, we women know damn well what it is. She’s lonely and has baby fever. She feels left out, especially because Soren lives across the ocean. Their parents want them to find their significant others soon so they can enjoy being grandparents as well. For now they love being a great-aunt and uncle to our kids.