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“All hopped up on sugar,” Emma calls from the kitchen.
“Am not.” I’m not sure I believe her. Her face is still covered in frosting. Alessia can be a bit of a cupcake bandit. We never can bust her stealing them, but she manages to do it somehow.
“You let your sister get into the cupcakes?” I ask my son Dante, who is sitting on the couch in the living room with a computer in his lap. At six, the kid can work one better than I can. What I get for letting Zero babysit once.
“We have cupcakes?” He suppresses a smirk as he speaks. Alessia lets out a giggle, knowing her brother will never give herup. I’m sure he even helps her. I put Alessia down on her feet. She bounces over to her brother, plopping down next to him.
I never thought having a family was in the cards for me until Mona. But I thank my lucky stars every damn day that she bumped into me at my club that night.
“You’ll be the one up late with her when she’s bouncing off the walls.” I check the time.
“It’s date night!” Alessia singsongs. It is. Speaking of, where is my wife?
I make my way toward the bedroom. We often stay in the city when we have our date nights. We switch between homes depending on what is going on. Mona and I don’t spend a night apart. I can’t sleep without her, and I know she’d worry if I wasn’t in bed at the end of the night.
When I don’t find her anywhere, I head back into the living room area, pulling out my phone. “She left,” Dante says.
“She left in the prettiest sparkly dress ever!” Alessia informs me.
“Is that so?” I grit my teeth. It only takes me a second to locate my wife. I'm pissed because no one told me she had left the condo. When I see where she is, I'm not sure whether to feel angry or filled with anticipation.
“I got them,” Emma says, coming out of the kitchen. “Alessia and I are going to make cookies.”
“Cupcakes!” Alessia counters, making Emma roll her eyes, but we all know they will be making cupcakes. The red-headed women in the house always get what they want in the end. It’s difficult to tell them no.
“Behave,” I tell the kids, dropping a kiss on the top of both of their heads before making my way back down to my car.
It doesn’t take me long to make it to my club. The night I met Mona plays through my mind. I'll never understand how I could have ever believed that she set me up. Not my sweet little rabbit. That girl was mine the second I laid eyes on her. She knew it too. Our connection was undeniable.
Even if I hadn’t found her that night at the engagement party, it would have only been a matter of time. I’d been searching for her, and I would have never stopped until I found her. Even if I didn’t understand what I was going to fully do with her when I did.
I don’t want to think about a life without her. I’m not sure how I ever lived without her. All I did was work. There had been nothing else. I didn’t take pleasure in anything. No wonder the second I touched her, I was addicted. She was the one thing I’ve ever craved.
“I’ll spank her little ass.” I grit my teeth when I see her standing at the bar.
You can’t miss that red, wavy hair. Some punk kid stands next to her, talking. Mona nods her head a couple of times. Every single one of her curves is on full display. That dress she’s wearing should be outlawed. At least for her to wear in public.
Mona loves to get dolled up. I enjoy it when she’s putting on one of her fashion shows for me. In the privacy of our fucking bedroom.
She must sense me because she glances my way, a small smirk forming on those lush lips of hers. She’ll have those wrapped around my cock soon enough. The idiot next to her keepsrambling on, but our eyes are now locked on one another. Her cheeks pinken the closer I get to her.
I love how turned on she still gets for me but hate that anyone else gets to witness her like this. I’m a jealous bastard that wants all of those moments to be seen by my eyes only.
I grab the kid by the back of the neck. He lets out a squeak. “Fuck off.” I release my hold on him with a shove. He books it.
“Matteo.” Mona puts her hands on her lush hips that have become fuller after she had our babies. Fuck, I need to touch them. I grab hold of them, pulling her into my body so she can feel how fucking hard I am. She’ll be the one taking care of it, after all.
“That was your fault. You’re lucky I didn’t take him to the basement.”
“Why would you do that?” She slides her hands up my chest and around my neck. “When you can take me up to your office?” Mona wiggles against me. “And I can take care of you.” My hands slide to her ass.
“No running away this time, little rabbit.” Not that she will ever get that chance again.
“Maybe you should tie me down.”
“It would be my pleasure.” I lift her into my arms.
“I have a feeling it's going to be mine.”
She’s not wrong. It will be, but I always find my own pleasure in giving my wife hers. After all, she’s given me everything else.