“Shh,” he soothes. “I’ve got something for you.”
Dante pulls out and moves, the hot tip of his cock bobbing against my lips. Opening for him, I suck him down as he pushes into my mouth, fucking my throat in short, quick strokes.
“Swallow it,” he commands. “All of it.”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan around my mouthful of thick cock.
He explodes down the back of my throat and I drink him down willingly, my body trembling with adrenaline and pleasure. Suddenly, the blindfold comes off and the soft lights assault my eyes. Squinting, I peer up at my husband.
He’s panting, a slow grin crossing his face. I know what he’s going to say.
“Oh no. Don’t say it—”
“You’ll need to repeat your treatment at least once a week. Doctor’s orders.”
I groan, pulling my hands out of the loose knot and shoving him in the chest. Laughing, Dante takes me in his arms and rolls over the bed with me.
“Turns out,” he says, kissing my temple, “good things happen when you trust me, too.”
21
Frankie
The winter holidaysare fast approaching, and Bellanti Vineyards is booming. It feels like not a day passes where we’re not filling massive amounts of orders, shipping wine all over the world for all sorts of upcoming celebrations. Not to mention what’s going on inside the offices. We’re swamped, every single one of us, and it’s only going to get busier.
Luckily, my morning sickness is finally starting to ebb. I can go entire days now without getting sick, though I do still get queasy at times. Thank God for my mom’s tummy tea.
I’m in my office with Candi sitting across from me, a leather portfolio open on her lap. She’s taking notes for our meeting the old-fashioned way, with paper and pen, something I appreciate—it feels more personal than having her eyes glued to a laptop screen. Both of us are chatting away excitedly about expanding the winery’s distribution network, ideally further into South America and even Australia by next year.
“If we can just get someone in Antarctica to sell our wine, we’d be on every continent,” I tell her. “Wouldn’t that be incredible?”
“I’ll start working on that for you,” Candi says. “It’ll be a fun market to break into, and a new challenge for me. I’m always up for a challenge.”
“Excellent,” I say, rubbing my hands together like a cartoon villain. “Expanding our reach is critical for our master plan.”
“Of world domination?”
I laugh. “I like the sound of that.”
She scribbles a few more notes while telling me about her contact in Sydney. “So I’ll touch base with him tomorrow and get the ball rolling.”
Candi taps the end of her pen against her lower lip. She’s dressed in a lovely light blue suit with a ruffled-hem pencil skirt. The color brings out the golden highlights in her hair, which is gathered into a loose bun. She’s wearing black framed glasses, too, and the effect gives her an all-around sexy businesswoman vibe. I wonder if the ensemble is for Armani’s benefit, and if he’s seen her today…
We’re still going over all the paperwork when my office door flies open and Dante storms in, his stoniest face in place.
“Can I help you?” I say peevishly.
Dante glares at Candi. “Get out.”
His tone has me jumping straight up out of my chair. “Excuse me?You willnotspeak to my colleagues like that. And we’re in the middle of finalizing a deal.”
“I don’t care,” he says. “Whatever the deal is, it’s off. Candi, you’re done here.”
My jaw drops. Candi starts packing up her things.
I cross my arms over my chest, livid. “You can’t do this. I’m the VP of Operations.”
“And I’m the fucking CEO,” Dante shoots back.
