Page 54 of Stolen Christmas
“All of you women are the same.” I giggle.
“Are you joining us for dinner?”
“I hope so. It was a long flight and even in first class, it doesn’t compare to the food here.” We dine and Raul is funny, which seems to irritate Luca all night. He grumbles and grunts, but I’m not sure why he’s so put out. He was so happy when he first arrived. Personally, I’m grateful he’s not as intimidating as I was expecting.
A call comes in for Luca, and he excuses himself for a moment.
“Congratulations, Mrs. D’Antonio. It’s truly a pleasure to see my cousin marry.”
“I’m sure he would have married soon.”
He shakes his head. “Ha. No chance in hell was that happening until you came along. After seeing you together, now I understand why my cousin is smitten.”
“Are you done flirting with my wife?”
He tilts his head and smirks. “Do you see what I mean? So jealous. There’s a first for everything.” He looks back at Luca and says, “I wasn’t flirting. I congratulated her on your marriage. Stop being so uptight, or you’re going to bust a blood vessel in that forehead of yours.”
“I’m about to bust your head.”
“Boys, behave.”
“See, this is the way it goes, Noah,” my mother-in-law says, shaking her head. “They act like children sometimes.”
“You love me, Zia.”
“Yes, I do, but you still better behave before I tell your mother.” He nods and Luca looks smug, until his mother looks right at him and says, “The same for you, Son.”
The rest of the night is a blast. We play some games and then we part ways to our rooms for bed. As soon as Luca gets meinto our room, he reminds me that I’m his, over and over. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for a week.
Chapter Eighteen
Luca
Our men have eyes on Torcello, who decides it’s best to take a holiday. He’s a smart fuck even if he is beyond devious. Hoping to solve my problems without getting my hands dirty, I send him a little audio clip of Noah telling me the story of the fender bender with all the juicy bits. Of course, I make sure it includes other important details that only his people know. I want Torcello to handle my light work, and Fields has to go. Unfortunately, there are just too many ties directly connecting us, so someone else has to pop that motherfucker.
Today we are enjoying the break in the winter weather. The air has hit a balmy thirty-three, and there is no snow scheduled in the forecast for the next two days. It’s almost New Year’s, and I want to make her feel special, so I promised her a day in the city as a couple. We’ll see a few sites and have lunch.
Angel and I have only gone to see the Christmas tree at Millenium Park before I get a call from one of the managers at my manufacturing warehouse. I step to the side to take it. “Mr. D’Antonio, this is Ms. Kane’s assistant, and she needs you to come to the warehouse.” She goes on to explain, but I’m not hearing much of what she has to say because my focus is on my gorgeous wife who is dressed in a pretty beige and camel-colored flannel coat with a matching hat. She looks like a holiday dream, and I’m about to destroy that smile on her cold-kissed face.
They have an issue that requires an executive, and since they learned that Georgie quit, my people contacted me. “I know we are supposed to be going to the Art Institute, but I have some business matters that I need to attend to right now.” I wave my driver over.
“I understand.” Since it’s a legitimate company, I have no problem taking her with me. “I have to stop at one of my buildings, so just come with me for a little bit and then I’ll take you out to lunch.”
We climb inside and buckle up. As my driver starts going, I sense Angel tense up beside me. “It’s not really necessary for you to take me out,” she answers meekly, as if she doesn’t feel betrayed by the change of plans.
“You’re my wife, Angel. Don’t start with me.”
“Or what are you going to do?” she challenges, crossing her arms under her hefty tits, giving me a little show. I reach over and slip my hand into her top to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. Fuck, my dick comes to full life after we just screwed ten minutes before we left.
I pull my hand away because I have shit to do. “That’s what I thought.”
“Little brat, I’m going to spank that pretty little ass of yours, tease the shit out of your pussy, and then I’m going to withhold your orgasm.”
Her pretty, talented mouth opens wide in disbelief. “Well, that’s not nice.”
No, it’s not, because I love the way she coats my cock and screams my name as she comes all over my dick. It’s so damn sexy that I’m almost ready to fuck her again. “Then you’re going to do what I say, baby.”
“Fine.” I take her hand and bring it to my lips to show her I’m not mad at her. Fuck, I’m actually horny as hell. I feel like I’m sixteen and the damn wind is blowing. I’ve been walking around stiff for almost ten days.
