Page 8 of A Seed Of Peril

I was excited for our future and what it held. All its growth. Its power.

“There,” Dominic declared, breaking me out of my own head. He sat away from the desk, a sense of accomplishment oozing from him. “I think I got it.”

“You sure about that?” I quipped, amused.

He left the black, mesh desk chair, stalking toward the bed. “Funny,” he said dryly, that sexy cockiness of his gliding off his tongue.

I playfully rolled my eyes, cracking a smile as he climbed over me. Dominic dipped down low and kissed me with that passion that forever brought me to my knees. Quite literally. I moaned into his mouth, rolling onto my back. Gently straddling me to protect the baby, albeit he had nothing to worry about, I threaded my fingers in his hair as our kisses grew needier, more demanding.

“Dominic,” I crooned, catching my breath before attacking his mouth once more. “I need you,” I begged, my words spilling into his mouth.

“How much,amore mia?”

Oh, don’t toy with me now.

I slid my hands along his back, his arms, face, hips. Everywhere I could reach. I hugged him closer, feeling his abs and stomach, sliding my hand back up over his back. Pleasure burned in my veins, searing them as the flames of ecstasy flourished.

“A whole fucking lot,” I declared, earning me a shit-eating grin that tingled me to my core, blossoming between my thighs, making me wetter for him. He slipped two of his fingers along my slit, the sensation letting me know how soaked I truly was.

He abandoned my mouth and trailed kisses along the side of my neck and up my jawline, dragging the tip of his tongue to my earlobe, all the while inserting one of his fingers inside me. He slipped his finger out, slowly pushing it back in, repeating.

“So fucking wet for me, love.” He inserted a second finger. I lifted my hips, rocking into his hand, tilting my head back into the pillow when he reachedthatspot. “So.Fucking.Wet.”

Our moans and desperation sang into the night.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Snowinstead of rain clouds would’ve been a pleasant change of pace. The gray, rainy days were getting old. Fast.

Katrina’s giggles and chatter reached me from where I was sitting at the kitchen island, a mug of vanilla chai tea in hand. It made me smile. So did the slew of kicks and ninja-like moves the baby had been pummeling me with since my morning shower. I guessed the warm water didn’t just givemeenergy. Did it drive me nuts? Yes, but I wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything in the world, and I knew once the baby was born, I would miss it all. Being pregnant. The movements. Hearing the soothing notes of their heart.

I placed my palm along my lower belly, like I was cradling it, softly humming one of the many songs stuck inside my head, moving my head gently to its slowed beat. Its lyrics told of a night when two people met, but unlike the singer expressing to go back to that night, I thought of the night Dominic and I met, though it was a moment I preferred not to revisit. I preferred us now, not the tension and hostility of the past.

When I first woke up to him in my life, uncertainty had filled me. Dominic had clearly wished his boss had never dropped me into his life, and there had been a silent war raging in his mind and body. Now, when I woke up and rolled over, there lay the man in whose arms I felt safest. There was no more coldness. Only the warmth of my one true love.

We had come so far. Won against all odds. What we had endured together would’ve had women screaming and running for the hills. It only made our bond tighter and stronger. A life without Dominic wasn’t an option.

The sound of my niece’s hurried footsteps took me out of my moment, and so did one of our kitchen staff dropping a stainless-steel mixing bowl onto the floor.

“Hi, Lulu!” Katrina greeted excitedly as she rounded the entrance to the kitchen. Hands behind her, she skipped to me. “Can we play with my Barbies today?” With a smile, she did her little twist, making her dress billow some at its hem.

I lightly tapped the bulb of her nose, causing her to giggle. “Sure, honey. We can play with them down here in the sunroom.” As she nodded, Dino appeared in the entryway.

Barefoot in a simple white shirt and jeans, Dino greeted me, a relaxed smile following. “What’s good, Lil?”

She rushed to her uncle, and he scooped her up and swung her above him for a moment as she laughed, like he was going to playfully toss and catch her. She clung to him as he stepped foot into the room.

“Just wish the weather wasn’t so blah,” I said. I left the kitchen island and walked over to the sink to empty the rest of my now-cooled tea.

“Can Dino play with us too, Lulu?”

Rinsing my mug, I nodded and then turned off the water. “If he wants to.” I set my mug in the sink and turned around, drying my hands with the dish towel.

“Wanna play Barbies with us, Uncle Dino?”

He arched his brow at her, leaving me silently amused. I could tell playing with dolls wasn’t the kind of relaxed afternoon he had in mind, but making his niece happy was more important.

“Sure,” he said. He set Katrina down, saying, “Why don’t you go gather your toys?” He gave her back a quick pat as she began bee-lining for the hall.

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