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It feels so much fuller than before. He goes a lot slower this time, penetrating me inch by inch until he’s fully buried inside. My arms start shaking when he pumps. He plants a kiss between my shoulder blades and slips his free hand back between my legs. I moan when he rubs my clit in circular movements. Tension builds inmy lower body until I can’t tell the pleasure from the pain.

When he plunges a finger into my pussy, I come with a cry that tears from my chest. My inner muscles clench around him, sucking him deeper.

“Goddamn,” he groans, uttering a string of unintelligible curses as his body goes taut behind me.

Warmth bathes me inside, adding to the sensation of being overly full.

He keeps still for just a moment before giving me reprieve. The pressure lifts as he pulls out. His seed runs down the crack of my ass and my thighs, marking me as his in the most primitive of ways.

“Stay,” he says, kissing my shoulder.

I bend my elbows and lean my cheek on my arm. He strips naked, getting rid of his jeans, and grabs a roll of paper towels from the counter to wipe his cum from my thighs before scooping me into his arms and carrying me to bed where he cleans me more thoroughly with a warm, wet washcloth. Then he lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms. The gentle kiss he presses on my shoulder warns me that I may not like what he’s about to say.

Stroking my hip, he confesses, “I confronted Rachele.” A beat of silence follows. “She’s pregnant.”

“I’m happy for her,” I say honestly even as my heart aches for Saverio.

He falls quiet, and I don’t stick my finger in that wound by asking him hurtful questions such as how he feels about that.

We fall asleep like that, holding on to one another, each of us easing our pain as best as we can.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

Saverio

Christmas arrives with a snowstorm that’s unusual. Normally, it doesn’t snow until January.

Luigi invited us for the traditional lunch that he hosts at the country club. His invitation list includes his close and distant relatives, a selected group of clients and associates, and some of the men in his employ as well as their families. I declined, saying that Anya is tired, which is the truth.

Wanting to do something more relaxing and enjoyable for her, I asked Livy to join us for a small celebration, and having anticipated the weather, I fetched her last night to sleep over in one of our guest bedrooms. Anya still didn’t want her friend anywhere near my property, but as I pointed out, Anya will be living here indefinitely, and she can’t keep Livy away from our home forever.

The two women are in the kitchen, sipping tea over a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and pancakes when I comedownstairs after my shower. A suit would’ve been too formal for the occasion and jeans too casual, so I opted for slacks, a button-down shirt, and a cashmere sweater.

“Sav,” Livy says, her dark blue eyes warming with her smile. She wears a red dress with tassels on the hem that resembles a lampshade, which she paired with red shoes that fastens with straps around her thin ankles. Her gray hair is twisted into a stylish French roll, and big, red, shiny earrings dangle from her ears. “There you are. Would you like coffee?”

I shift my gaze to Anya. In a white dress that hugs her round belly and with her glossy, red curls spiraling down her back, she steals my breath.

“I’m good, thanks,” I say, unable to look away from the honey-brown sparkle of Anya’s eyes. “I’ll grab a cup of tea.”

“You’re in luck.” Livy beams. “I made a fresh pot. It’s lavender and rosemary.”

“Mm.” Fuck, I need a cup of coffee. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Perfectly. The bed is very comfortable.”

I tear my gaze from Anya’s beautiful, glowing face and smile at Livy. “Glad to hear that.” Going over, I kiss the top of Anya’s head. “Merry Christmas, treasure.”

She tilts up her face and gives me a fleeting, uncertain look. “Merry Christmas.”

I sit down next to Anya. “Season’s blessings and all that stuff, Livy.”

Livy pours a cup of tea and pushes it my way. “Thanks for inviting me.”

Picking up the thin porcelain cup, I bring it to my lips. “You made pancakes?”

“Anya did.” Livy motions at the fruit salad in the center of the table. “I just peeled and diced the healthy stuff.”

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