Page 38 of The Bodyguard's Vow

Domenico nodded, brushing the wetness from my cheeks with his thumbs. ”He is.”

“Then our wedding day will really be perfect.”

EPILOGUE

DOMENICO

“Papà! We’re makingpizzicati!” Bella shouted happily when I strolled into the kitchen.

“For me?” I asked her with a wink, crouching down just in time to catch her in my arms.

Bella just turned four and was tall for her age, which we recently discovered put her at just the right height to do some real damage if I didn’t get out of the way fast enough. After she accidentally headbutted my groin twice, my reaction time got really fucking fast.

“They areMamma’s favorite, silly.”

I frowned, pretending to be perplexed. “Ah, yes. That’s right,bella regazza. Well, then what are my favorite cookies?”

“She’s not old enough to answer that,” Gabriella giggled as she sashayed into the room.

“Yes, I am!” Bella chirped. “Papà’s favorite cookies areMamma’s. Oh! Then I guesspizzicatiis your favorite!”

She smacked a kiss on my cheek, then wiggled so I would set her down before skipping off to the table where she was adding jam to little circles of dough. I couldn’t help but chuckle at thedeep look of concentration on her face as her little tongue stuck out the side of her mouth. Damn, my kids were cute.

“Is she right?” Gabriella asked softly as she sidled up next to me with a sassy grin.

“About what,sole mio?” I turned and drew her into the circle of my arms.

“Are my cookies your favorite?”

“Based on experience, I’d have to say yes.” I left it hanging with a “but” in the air.

When I didn’t continue, Gabriella frowned. “You don’t know?”

I grinned and turned us around so that her body was hidden from view before slipping my hand under her skirt to cup her pussy. “I’m going to need more samples of these cookies,sole mio.”

“Good thinking,” she giggled breathlessly.

Two of my fingers slid beneath the gusset of her panties, and I curled them into her wetness. “Hmm, always so ready for me to taste you.”

Gabriella sucked in a breath, and her hands gripped my shoulders. “Mico!” she hissed. “You have to stop. Bella is right there!”

I sighed, knowing she was right. But before I let Gabriella go, I took my fingers from her pussy and licked them clean. “Definitely my favorite treat,” I groaned.

Gabriella’s brown eyes looked like melted chocolate, and she licked her lips, tempting me with her sweetness.

“I don’t know how you do it,” I grunted, taking a step back to put some space between us.

“Do what?”

“Get even more tempting every fucking day.”

“Mico! Watch your language!” she whispered, her eyes darting in the direction of Bella, who was barely aware of our existence at that moment.

“Papà?” Our almost three-year-old, Adelina, wandered into the room, rubbing her eyes, obviously just waking up from a nap.

Our youngest, Sebastiano, was only three months old, so he wouldn’t be up for another hour or so.

“Ciao, dolce ragazza,” I greeted her as I scooped her into my arms and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Are you ready for dance class?”

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