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“I still haven’t decided what I want to do to celebrate it,” Inca said. “Raff wants to take me away somewhere remote and paradise-ey—is that aword?”
Ama grinned. “No, but itworks.”
“So, yeah …I really don’t want a big party or anything. I’d rather just go out for a great meal with you and Enda, and Tommaso andBo.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Ama smiled at her friend. She and Inca had become incredibly close since Ama had moved to Italy and they were now more like sisters than friends. Ama’s own sister, Selima, had recently gotten engaged to her American boyfriend, Chase, who was another victim of Jackson’s psychopathy. Their wedding didn’t have a date yet, but Selima was laid back about the whole thing. “Don’t be surprised if we just do it in the Elvis Chapel in Vegas,” she had said down the phone one evening, and Ama hadlaughed.
“That wouldn’t surprise me atall.”
Her own wedding had been as low key—City Hall in San Francisco, with Selima and Raff as their witnesses. Inca, who had been in a wheelchair because she was recovering from being stabbed, was an honorary flower girl, much to herdelight.
After breakfast—andafter Inca had reluctantly given Sera back to her mother—their friends departed and Enda smiled at his wife. “Good way to start theday.”
“Isn’t it? Now, what shall we do today? I’m assuming you’re notworking?”
Enda looked a little guilty, and Ama frowned. “Really?”
“Only for an hour, I swear. Just to finalize the details of the opening. One hour, I promise, and then we’ll take the munchkin to thebeach.”
Ama sighed. “Deal. I’ll make apicnic.”
Sera helpedher mother as best she could, smearing butter on crusty bread to make sandwiches as her mother chopped and sliced the fillings for them. She grinned at the concentration on her daughter’s face. Ama still couldn’t believe this adorable little creature washers.
“Mama?”
“Yes,pooh?”
“Why hasn’t Auntie Inca got a ‘Fina?” Sera hadn’t yet realized that her name wasn’teverychild’sname.
“Well, nugget, some people can’t havechildren.”
“Why?”
Ama swallowed. God, the inevitable ‘why’ questions had begun already. “It’s to do with …stuff inside the human body. It’s hard to explain. But Auntie Inca loves you very much. She just doesn’t want children of her own, and there’s nothing wrong or strange aboutthat.”
Sera seemed satisfied with that and gave a wideyawn.
“Sleepy,muppet?”
Sera nodded, and Ama lifted her into her arms. “Come on, then. Nap time before we go to thebeach.”
Settled in her own little bed, Sera fell asleep almost immediately. Ama stroked her daughter’s hair back from herface.
She felt Enda’s arms snake around her waist and pull her to him. “Naptime?”
She turned in his arms. “Work’sdone?”
“Work’s done.” He bent his head to kiss her. “So …naptime?”
Ama grinned and took his hand. “I think we can find something to do other thansleep…”
In their bedroom,she set the baby monitor down, and Enda laughed a little. “Remember when we didn’t have to keep one earlistening?”
Ama grinned. “Actually, no. Still,” she went to him and kissed him, “We were blessed with a child who knows how to nap properly. So, let’s not waste any of thistime…”
They kissed passionately as they stripped each other and then climbed onto their bed. Ama straddled her husband as he stroked her breasts and herbelly.
“Bellissimo,” he said in a soft voice, and she grinned, her hands moving to stroke his cock, feeling it quiver and harden under her touch. His fingers gripped her hips as he lifted her so she could take him in. God, this never got old, the feeling of his huge cock filling her and his hands on her body. Ama began to rock her hips, sliding him in and out of her, their hands locked together, their breathing becoming ragged and excited. She saw Enda watching his cock as it moved in and out of her cunt, and soon she too was transfixed by thesight.
