Page 145 of Craving Danger

When the men return to their various conversations, I look at Franco and say, “Join your friends. I want to get to know Vittoria better.”

I pull away from Franco, and as I walk to Vittoria, her smile widens. “Hi.”

With Via right behind me, I take in the beautiful woman as I say, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’d feel out of place with the men.”

She lets out a chuckle. “You’ll get used to them.”

“So you’re married to Angelo?” When she nods, I ask, “How far along are you?”

“Twenty-six weeks.”

I scrunch my nose. “And in months?”

She lets out a soft chuckle. “Six months.”

“I hope I look as good as you when I’m pregnant,” I compliment her.

“You’re sweet.”

“What are you two whispering about here in the corner?” Franco suddenly asks from behind me.

“Babies.” I turn around and grin at him. “I want one.”

“Excuse me for a moment,” Vittoria says before she walks to Angelo.

“Hmm.” Franco pulls me into his arms. “Then stop taking the pill.”

My eyes widen and I feel a burst of excitement. “Really? Are you okay with it?”

He presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Of course.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “What my woman wants, she gets.”

Lowering my lashes half-mast, I give him a seductive look. “The more sex we have, the better our chances will be.”

His eyes darken. “Baby, I’ll fuck you twenty-four-seven if that's what it takes.”

“I look forward to it,” I say, my tone playful.

Pulling away from Franco, I let out a chuckle when I hear him mutter, “Thanks for the hardon, baby.”

I glance over my shoulder and wink at him. “You’re welcome.”

Via quickly moves closer to me as I walk to where Milo is standing by the sliding doors.

“Can you have a couple of the men bring the platters to the veranda, please?”

“Sure thing.”

I’ve gotten used to Marcello and Milo and can even be alone with them, which I’m taking as a huge win.

When Franco notices the food is being carried to the table out on the veranda, he says, “Let’s head outside.”

Everyone finds a seat, and I’m glad when Vittoria claims the one to my right thigh.

Franco grabs the chair to my left, and taking hold of my hand, he places it on his thigh.

With the table providing cover, I move my hand until my palm brushes over the outline of his cock.

I squeeze and massage him through his pants, which earns me a grumble by my ear. “If you keep going, I’ll throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the restroom, and fuck you raw.”

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