Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“No time,” he murmured. “But you can make it up to me later by wrapping your lips around my cock and sucking me off.”
His dirty words sent a blush racing up my chest to my face. I wanted that, him in my mouth. It made me feel powerful to watch him lose control. But I wanted it to happen sooner rather than later. Blinking up at him innocently, I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip before biting it.
“Don’t make it any harder than it already is, bellissima,” he growled, making me giggle at the play on words as I glanced down at his hard-on. “Not with your parents due to arrive in thirty minutes.”
“My parents?” I shrieked. It was like a splash of cold water on my libido. I grabbed at the sheets and pulled them over my body, as though my dad could see into our bedroom and would find me sprawled naked in bed. “What? How? Why?”
“I invited them over for brunch.”
He answered so matter-of-factly, as though the words should make sense to me.
“You invited them over for brunch,” I repeated. “My parents. Whom you’ve never even met.”
“I met them last week,” he informed me.
“What do you mean you met them last week?” I cried out, utterly confused and totally frustrated with his lack of communication. “And why am I only hearing about this just now?”
“Because I wanted to do something special for you. I know how much you love your parents, and I didn’t want you to worry about them accepting us.” He pulled me off the mattress, sheets and all, and set me onto my feet in front of him. “I’ve already broken the ice and made sure they understand how much you mean to me. You have nothing to worry about.”
My heart melted, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest. “You’re so good to me.”
“I promise to be especially bad to you tonight,” he murmured huskily. Then he stepped away, swatting me on my butt before pushing me towards the closet.
I heard the doorbell ringing as I was setting my brush down. I spared myself a quick glance in the mirror, pleased to see my eyes were bright and my cheeks flushed with color. Luckily, there was no need for make-up, and I headed for the stairs. I reached the bottom just in time to see Nic open the door to my parents. Sophia was peeking at them from behind him, her arms wrapped around his legs.
I moved forward, resting my hand on the top of her hair as I bent down to whisper in her ear. “I bet if you ask my dad nicely, he’ll give you one of the caramels he’s always carrying around in his pockets.”
Her eyes lit up and she smiled radiantly at me. Her hand slipped into mine and we moved forward to greet my parents. “Mom and Dad, this is my precious Sophia.” My parents crouched down until they were eye-to-eye with her, huge smiles on their faces. “And Sophia, this is my mom and dad.”
“Hello,” Sophia said shyly.
“Hello, sweet girl. How about you give your new Grandma and Grandpa a hug?” my mom asked. When I’d called to tell them about the engagement, I should have realized my mom was as excited about Sophia as she was about me getting married.
“More grandparents?” she asked in a loud whisper, her eyes huge as she looked up at me.
“Yes, sweetie. With your daddy and I getting married, you get two new grandparents.”
“Wow!” she squealed, losing all her shyness and launching herself into their arms while jabbering a mile a minute. Her words only came more quickly when my dad took several of his favorite caramels out of his pocket. He tucked one into her hand and put the others into her pockets for later.
Nic offered my parents a tour of the house, but my mom declined, picking up a bag of groceries she’d set down and instructing me to lead her to the kitchen. My dad took him up on the offer, following after him with Sophia on his shoulders.
Allegra hadn’t made it downstairs yet, but it looked like she’d made sure the fridge was fully stocked for our brunch. We were chopping, stirring, baking, and sautéing in no time. I had always loved to cook with my mom, and it was especially nice to be doing so in my kitchen, in the home I shared with Nic.
“He’s perfect for you,” she sighed.
“B-b-but—“ I stuttered before just blurting it out. “He’s in the mafia.”
“Uhhuh,” she murmured, pulling a pan of toasted baguette slices from the broiler. She didn’t even react to my announcement as she spread a honey and ricotta mixture on the slices and topped them with a strawberry, balsamic, and mint concoction. It was one of my favorite dishes, and she’d brought the ingredients with her just so she could make it for me. It was the perfect recipe to follow brunch, but as much as I appreciated her thoughtfulness, I would prefer her to take this seriously.