Page 98 of The Red Queen

Desi set her wineglass aside and climbed onto his lap, straddling him and sliding her hands over his shoulders. “She does, does she? Somehow I don’t think Mari thinks about my curves at all.”

Giovanni set his own wineglass aside. “She does if I say she does.” He pressed his lips to a particularly sensitive spot on Desi’s throat, teasing her.

Her breath caught, and a wave of desire rushed through her, making her dizzy and exhilarated.

“You’re the boss, Gio,” she whispered.

His hands tightened on her. “Say it again.”

A smile curved her lips. “You’re the boss.”

“Not that,” he grumbled.

She laughed. Of course, she’d known he wanted her to repeat his name, but she loved to tease him. She figured it would help keep him young. He was so full of energy and determination that she often forgot he was fifty-four. It hit home after the birth of their son when she realized she didn’t just want him to be with their family for as long as possible, but sheneededhim to stay with them. She couldn’t live without him, which meant he needed to live for at least as long as she and she planned a long life of evil mischief.

She leaned against him, placing her lips to his ear and whispering, “Gio.”

He gripped her waist and lifted her off him, laying her back on the blanket. He came down on top of her, and though she could see the barely leashed passion in his gaze, he didn’t rush.

He fanned her hair across the blanket, creating a halo, then he ran his fingertips down her front, from her chin, down her throat, dancing across her chest and ending on her belly where he spread his fingers out.

“I want another one, Desi.”

She grinned up at him. “Me too.”

“Soon,” he said in a demanding voice.

“Now?” she asked.

“Now,” he confirmed.

Though they’d only had Gavino five months earlier, Desi was ready for another. She adored her son and could only imagine more babies would add to the delight of their household.

She didn’t know if she deserved the happiness she was finding with Giovanni. In fact, she was pretty sure she didn’t, but she was going to take it anyway, hold it close to her heart and never let it go. She would tear apart anything that threatened her newfound happiness.

Giovanni kissed her lips, light at first, then deeper, sending her spiraling into the swirling vortex of his never-ending passion for her. She could ignite him with a look, and she gloried in her power over him. He wasn’t alone though; all he had to do was look at her with those dark, lusting eyes and she would run scampering for their bedroom, a trail of clothes leading from the bedroom door to the bed.

They tried to be discreet with their sexual escapades, especially since there were bodyguards and house staff everywhere, but they didn’t always make it to the bedroom before their mutual passion erupted. They’d been caught by Mari twice and Dino once. There had also been a very awkward run-in with Tomas, who showed up for a meeting early and let himself into Giovanni’s office without knocking. Desi was pretty sure they’d given the man a complex, because now he knocked on every single door in the mansion before entering a room.

They didn’t care; they were in love.

Giovanni worshipped his way down Desi’s body until she thought she would burst into flames and burn them both with her desire.

It was always like this, reaching for the heights of their passions together, each encounter an incredible explosion. Their chemistry only got hotter with time.

He pushed Desi’s dress up her body, following the path of bared skin with his lips, searing a heated path as he went. She gasped and squirmed, clutching his head to her as he took her nipple deep into his mouth and sucked. She was still breastfeeding their son, and he loved to do this. Pulling the liquid into his mouth, drinking from her until she nearly climaxed from the sensation. At first, she’d objected to what she considered a taboo action, but he’d pointed out the vast difference between his doing it and an infant. He was right; the feelings were not even close to the same.

Now, Desi craved the erotic touch of his lips to her breasts.

He shoved her panties to the side and touched her, running his fingers through her wet pussy, tickling her clitoris, before pushing his fingers deep into her body and massaging her G-spot, bringing her to a screaming climax as the gush of breast milk flowed from her to him.

As Desi was coming down from the high of her orgasm, her gaze on the stars above his head, he unbuckled and unzipped, pulling himself from the confines of his trousers.

“Wrap your legs around me,amore,” he growled against her throat. “Strangle me with your love.”

She did as he commanded, twining herself around him and clinging with all her strength as he pushed himself into her body. The velvet night filled her vision and the vineyard swirled around them as together, they reached for the stars.

They didn’t create a baby that night, but several months later, almost a year after the birth of their son, they announced another pregnancy.

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