Page 6 of Ribbons and Roses

The happiness and peace that a holiday like Christmas can have.

“I’ll do it for you,” I whisper to myself. “I don’t know how… but I’m going to figure out a way.”

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That nightthe kids are fast asleep when Salvatore makes me come so hard, I’m biting into the pillow to stifle my scream.

My pussy clamps down on his dick as my orgasm breaks over me in a hot wave of pleasure. Salvatore’s only a few deep pumps behind, his hips fast at work. He spreads my ass cheeks, watching his dick slipping in and out of my pussy until he can’t hold on any longer.

I moan feeling the warmth of his seed fill me up. The quake of his strong body as he loses control and collapses with me in the wrinkled sheets.

My husband wraps me up in his arms and kisses me all over, caught in a post-sex haze. I’m in the same dewy, blissful fog, kissing him back.

We’re in no rush, soaking up the little piece of alone time we get together.

During the day, we’re usually so involved with work and the kids that we don’t have much time for each other.

For just the two of us.

But the night time belongs to us.

“We need to stay like this forever,” Salvatore murmurs, pressing his lips to my throat. “Just the two of us. Nobody else.”

I smirk, shuddering at the feel of his kisses. Even the small ones. “Have you forgotten we have three beautiful babies? And you’re the don of a whole mafia organization?”

“Hmmm… but this feels so damn good.”

“I don’t disagree.”

“The nannies will look after our beautiful babies.”

“And the mafia organization?”

“Stitches… or somebody else has got it. I don’t fucking know. All I know is we need to keep practicing for beautiful baby number four.”

I erupt in laughter as he pulls me even closer and drops kisses up and down the column of my neck. He moves onto my shoulders and then chest.

After so many years of being together, one thing has remained the same about Salvatore—his appetite for me is never ending.

It’s been a real boost to my ego, especially postpartum, when I’ve had to adjust to a changing figure.

Salvatore doesn’t care. He found me beautiful and sexy when I was slim and trim and he couldn’t keep his hands off me when I was about to pop at nine months pregnant, my belly so big I couldn’t see my feet. When I was self-conscious about the tiger stripes on my body after pregnancy, he kissed each one and told me they only made me sexier.

They were proof of how I bore his children.

And though I’m aware of how he’s joking about staying in bed forever and letting the nanny raise our babies, I also know a part of him is serious about beautiful baby number four.

We settle against the pillows once he’s through kissing and groping my naked curves all over again. He lies beside me, hisarm propped up, staring contently into my face as if we haven’t known each other for twenty years.

I fascinate him now as much as I did when we were teenagers.

I’m eyeing him in the same vein. I reach up and stroke his bearded jaw. “I was thinking we could take the kids to go see Santa this weekend.”

The glint dies out in his blue-green gaze. He goes from staring at me like I’m the moon in his night sky to a vacant expression that feels detached. “You and Sasha normally take all the kids together, don’t you? Bryce likes to go, and he and Dom are practically best pals.”

“That was the last two years. Because you were busy with work.”

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