Page 17 of Ribbons and Roses

I plant a kiss on his bare shoulder then rest my head on it. “You’ve watched me sleep plenty of times.”

“That’s because I’m an obsessive asshole who can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about you. It’s different.”

“Ever consider I’m just as obsessed?”

A slight grin appears on his sleepy face. “I forget. I’m married to a bad girl. She breaks the rules just as much as I do. Why wouldn’t she be as obsessed as I am?”

“Mmhmm. And it turns you on.”

I seek him out for a soft kiss, our pace lazy and relaxed. We sink into each other’s affection, laying against the pillows, wrapped up in the warm duvet, simply enjoying the moment. Hands wander, traveling up to Salvatore’s hair and reaching around to grip my ass. I’m gradually pulled atop Salvatore as our bodies gyrate together, creating a nice friction.

He nips at my mouth and squeezes my backside. I moan against his lips and rub my body in a teasing way that makes him even harder than he already is. His erection pokes into me, a large bulge inside his pajama pants.

“Do you want me to suck your big fat dick?” I pant, reaching into his pants and feeling his hot, silken flesh. “Do you want me to choke on this big-ass dick, Jon?”

He screws his eyes shut, veins throbbing in the side of his neck, as I begin stroking him.

The door suddenly flies open and in rushes our little ones. Dominic leads the charge as Serena trots in next and then a wobbling Dante.

We scramble to separate and yank up the duvet to cover ourselves. Though we’re dressed, we were right in the middle of… getting frisky.

“Kids,” Salvatore pants, visibly thrown by their arrival. He sits up and uses a pillow to cover his lap (and erection). “What have we told you about coming in our bedroom without knocking?”

“But… but, Daddy, there’re new presents under the tree!” Dominic says with large round eyes the same shade as Salvatore’s.

The two of us share a glance. The presents under the tree were a result of us secretly grabbing them from the car and setting them up after the kids had gone to bed.

Serena climbs onto our bed uninvited like she’s used to when she has nightmares. “Mommy, was Santa Claus here last night?”

“Maybe,” I answer vaguely, still breathless. I right my pajama top and slip out from under the covers since I’m more presentable out of the two of us.

And Salvatore needs a moment to… calm himself down.

“Alright, let’s head downstairs to get breakfast started. Your daddy needs a few more minutes of sleep.”

“Pancakes, Mommy?” Dominic asks. “The ones shaped like trees?”

I herd the three of them toward the door and sneak a smile over my shoulder at Salvatore. “Sure, and we’ll even add snow too.”

That last line is enough to excite the kids, drawing cheers and whoops.

The kitchen in the cabin-style home is immaculate—the appliances glint under the bright lighting—and there’s so much counter space, we’ll easily be able to cook Christmas dinner. I tell two of my little helpers to get on their stepstools so they can help with the pancakes while Dante goes into his highchair.

Dominic and Serena are more than happy to make their Christmas tree-shaped pancakes. They proudly whip up the batter and then help me pour it into the molds. Their eyes light up watching firsthand as I turn on the burner and let the batter cook in the griddle.

“It’s working!” Serena cheers. “They look like trees!”

“What’s going on in here? What’re all those giggles for?” comes a voice from the doorway.

“Uncle Marcel!”

I remain by the stove as Dominic and Serena hop off their stools and practically tackle my brother with hugs. He scoops them both up, one in each arm.

“We’re making pancakes,” Serena says.

“Christmas tree-shaped ones,” adds Dominic.

“I hope you saved enough for me. Those are my favorite.”

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