Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“I’ll take care of your father. If this is what Lucy wants, you are family now. I will make sure Alfredo settles things back home. If that’s where you both end up, it needs to be safe. I will assure it is.”
I shake his hand as Carina let’s out a giggle. “This family works in mysterious ways.”
Lucy and Sully turn into each other for a kiss as Mama claps her hands.
“Who is ready to celebrate? I have Lambrusco and my lasagna and more food than the entire army of Chicago could eat. The dining room table is set. The tree is lit, the gifts are wrapped, let’s put all our secrets to bed and enjoy tonight. Tomorrow will take care of itself.”
“I love you baby. More than all the snowflakes in Canada.” I kiss Carina on the lips as everyone watches. “You’ll never be a secret again.”
“I love you too, Papa. Only…” She crinkles her nose, looking out the window toward the barn, “you might need to go have a talk with Leonardo. He gets jealous.”
Lucy snickers as Mama waves toward the dining room.
“I’m make sure Leonardo understands. But, he’s pretty busy until tomorrow morning. Flying around the world is tough and he’s not getting any younger.”
“Just like you.” She chirps, wiggling her ass as she runs down the hall behind the rest of them.
“Fucking brat. You’ll be getting your gift later tonight. I’ll be putting a partridge in your pear tree one way or another.”
The road to happiness isn’t always clear. But, when you arrive, you need to slow down and give thanks.
Something I’ve never done. But, now that I’m at that place with Carina, I’ll never take what we have for granted.
I may be old, but I’m young enough to learn a few new tricks.
And I can’t wait to try them all out on her teasing ass.
CHAPTER 15
Gennero
She picks one up, purses her lips, then meets my eyes. “I shouldn’t.” She shakes her head, letting it drop to join the others. “Alik—”
“Fuck Alik,” I mutter. That’s another thing I’m going to have to deal with, but not today. “It’s Christmas morning. This is what you asked for.”
“I know, but…”
“No buts, otherwise your butt is going to be sore for the rest of the day.” I cock an eyebrow as she wriggles on her stool, and I know she’s imagining the sting of my hand on her ass.
And her pussy. Because that was fun last night.
But with what I have planned for today, she’s going to want to be able to sit down.
“It’s just, when I said that I wanted donuts… I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” she says. “You just asked what I wanted and that was the first thing that came to mind.”
“Were you lying to me?”
She shakes her head, eyes going wide. “No, I would never… Bu—” She stops herself before the but slips out.
“Good girl.”
A little shiver runs through her, and she bites into her lip.
I step forward, leaning over the breakfast counter to stare into her eyes. I reach forward and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, watching the blush spread over her nose. Her scent still on my lips from when she creamed on my face at five am before we came down for Christmas morning.
“Tell me one thing,” I say.
She nods. “Okay…”
“If it was just you and me, and we were the last two people on Earth—no fucking Alik Petrov, no audiences, no nothing. And it’s Christmas morning, and you can eat anything you want in the whole fucking world. What would you choose?”
Carina hesitates, just for a fraction of a second, then a smile spreads over her face as she looks down at her dish. “Donuts,” she gushes.
With a smile, I pick up the freshly-made sugary rings Mama made according to my instructions and hold it in front of her lips. “Open your mouth. I’m feeding you, remember? Because you are my world, Carina. And you get to have everything you ever want.”
If my girl wants donuts for Christmas breakfast, she gets fucking donuts.
She shifts on her stool, then with tentative movements, she opens her mouth and bites into the sugar sprinkled dough.
As she closes her eyes and moans my fucking erection returns, jealous as fuck about the donut.
The shimmering sugar coats her lips.
Leaning down I press my lips to hers, licking the sugary sweet taste of donuts and Carina. She turns toward me, her body instinctively leaning in. And I love it. But it should wait.
Licking my lips, I pull back. “Good girl. Getting even more delicious for Papa. Take another bite.”
Her cheeks turn red while a smile appears on her beautiful face as I feed her another bite.
Then another.
I watch as she chews. Remembering all the ways her mouth gave me pleasure last night.
She sits up taller in her stool, hands on her knees. This time she kisses me, letting me suck her tongue.