The last few days have taken some getting used to. Grayson helped to move all of my necessary work materials here to the house. A desk top, plus my laptop, printers, my files, and the odds and ends that tend to compile on a desk. Dante had given me an enormous office to work out of and even had a space across the hall where Grayson could work. Dante tried to play it off that my office and his were connected as pure coincidence. I let him think that he had fooled me, especially when he booked an hour in my schedule everyday for a “Logistics” meeting. Usually, the logistics that he was worried about was how fast he could get under my shirt. We won’t mention the fact that I don’t need to wear skirts at home when no one but Grayson would see me, but I still wear them purely to give Dante easy access. He doesn’t need any more encouragement. By the end of the week, Grayson and I were moving around the two offices like a well oiled machine. I had several meetings on Zoom, schedu

The kiss we share starts off slow, but still full of passion. Dante presses me into his body so that I can feel every hard plane of his chest, abs, and thighs against my front, his lips and tongue slow, but demanding. But he lets out a low growl when one of my hands moves into his hair, my nails raking on the sensitive skin there. One of his hands moves to my neck, holding me still as his other hand grabs my ass and keeps the lower half of my body pressed into his so that I can feel his growing excitement. His tongue delves into my mouth as his thumb and fingers press very lightly on either side of my neck. He’s not really choking me, but the promise is there if I want it. Right now, it’s more of a possessive hold, which is a fucking turn on of it’s own. I groan loudly, loving the way that he knows exactly what he’s doing and how to keep me on the edge of wanting me. “You like that, cara mia?” Dante whispers against my lips. “Yes,” I hiss out. I can feel the smile grow on hi

I have never slept so well in my entire life. I passed out while Dante held me after we had sex. He had completed some aftercare with me, rubbing my wrists to make sure that blood moved through my skin so that they weren’t asleep. He even rubbed a salve on my wrists to help take away the slight red marks that marked my wrists. After some Gatorade and snacks, he pulled me into his body and his hands stroked me, my arms, side, cheek, until I fell asleep. Only to wake me up a few hours later by sliding himself inside of me from the spooning position we were in. His pace was slow and forceful. He took me like he was savoring me like a fine wine. He moved me around like a fucking pretzel, contorting my body in ways that I ad no idea it could move in order to hit different spots inside of my body. Even though it was straight up ‘vanilla’ sex in pure BDSM terms, it was some of the hottest and most athletic sex I’ve ever had. After two more rounds, the sky had started to lighten ou

That meeting with the Don was a week ago. Yeah, I returned to work. Though very weary about what could be going on around me at any time, I can’t lie and say that I’m not happy to be out of the house. You try being under house arrest 24/7. Even in the biggest, nicest house out there, you’re going to get sick of the walls surrounding you and want to bust out at some point. I mean, I definitely enjoyed my time with Dante at our home, but I needed to be around other people. Go out to dinner with friends. Enjoy life, not just be afraid of death. Unfortunately, Dante didn’t see things that way. He must of tripled my guards, which I know was a major bit of contention between him and his father. His Dad said that they just didn’t have the personal to do that. Dante said that then they needed to get more guys or the Don needed to get off the fact that I needed to be in the office. The screaming that I heard on the phone wasn’t what I

Holy shit, I’m pregnant. I’m too stunned to be excited. Dr. Groves also told us that the reason that I passed out was a combination of low blood sugar and low iron. He was prescribing me some iron supplements and recommended that I see my GYN ASAP and start looking at the possibility that I might be borderline diabetic and my getting pregnant could have made it worse. I might be diabetic now and need to be medicated as well. My A1C levels are high and Dr. Groves really wants to make sure that I don’t need to be on insulin. As it is, I’m being kept here overnight to make sure that there aren’t any complications from my concussion. I think that one is more because of who I’m married to than really needing to stay here, but I decide not to make an issue of it. It’s a battle that I’m going to lose, especially once Dante gets here. After Dr. Groves leaves, Josiah turns to me, a huge smile on his face. “Congratulations, Quinn! I know