Page 165 of Scorned Obsession

Still, sometimes she’d be a bad girl, but I learned quickly enough that was when she wanted to be edged and fucked hard. Delaying her gratification was a game we played, but I hadn’t sunk into her warm pussy in two months.

I was rabid for my wife.

“I missed that so much,” she breathed. “We should do it again.”

“Are you sure, baby? Don’t you have to wake up early tomorrow to help Carlotta with something?”

“Oh, you’re right.” She laughed briefly. “She’s so excited to finally plan a wedding for one of her kids.”

I nuzzled her throat. “I’m finally glad your doctor gave the go-ahead for us to have sex.”

“You’ve been such a good sport.”

“Our daughter kept us busy enough.”

As if on cue, a baby’s cry broke our stolen moment.

Bianca sighed, but a chuckle rumbled deep in my throat. “I got her.” My wife didn’t object and instead stretched languidly and sank into the mattress.

I left the bed and headed to the adjacent room that we converted to a nursery. When I entered the room, I could see our daughter’s arms and legs moving. She was growing too fast. She was responding more to voices and sounds.

It had been a sleepless six weeks. More so for Bianca, because I wasn’t a traditional husband with regular working hours. I couldn’t take a paternity leave. A brief chuckle escaped me at the thought. Tommy and Divina also welcomed a boy six months ago and the poor man had been nodding off at sit-downs. He grumbled we needed to rewrite the family’s code and include paternity leaves. Good thing I functioned on very little sleep.

I walked over to the crib and picked up our daughter. “Hey, baby girl.”

Her cries subsided to gurgles and cooing. I doubted she was hungry, but parenthood had been a learning experience. My throat tightened with emotion as I picked up my daughter.

Admittedly, when Bianca told me she was pregnant, I had the weirdest response. I was the one who couldn’t wait to put a baby inside her, but when it actually happened, a stabbing feeling gored my chest that I was going to have to share my wife. I spent enough time away from her running our organization that I didn’t want to share the time that was devoted to just being with her.

But all that changed the second they put Camilla Rossi in my arms. I’d fallen head over heels in love with the adorable bundleswaddled in pink. It was different from the way I loved Bianca, but the same in a way I wanted to find an isolated island so I could bask in the love of my family of three. Camilla and Bianca’s light shined so fucking bright, my chest rolled each time when I thought of the gift fate awarded me after I’d felt undeserving for thirty-two years.

Not anymore. I wasn’t going to waste the belief Bianca always had in me. I might have lost her faith a couple of times, but I earned it back.

I sensed her before her arms wrapped around my torso.

“I thought you were going to bring her to me,” Bianca murmured.

“I don’t think she’s hungry, baby.”

“Oh, ha!” She moved beside me and stared at Camilla, who had her eyes focused on me. “She’s just fussy now, is she?”

“Yeah.”

“I think she has you wrapped around her finger.”

“I’m understanding Cesar now and I’m dreading the payback when she grows up.”

Bianca laughed and walked over to the dresser. She had brought the carved box of things I’d given her into the nursery. She said she wanted to tell our daughter about our history. Bianca opened the box and retrieved the silver bracelet from its depths. I knew that was one of her favorites.

She nudged me to the rocking chair.

“Do you want to hold her and see if she wants to eat?” I asked.

“No, she’s quiet right now and is enjoying Daddy time.”

Fuck, those chest twitches.

I eased myself into the rocking chair, and Bianca kneeled in front of us.

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