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His tongue dueled with mine—but we both won.
Because it wasn’t long after that I started to feel that familiar tugging sensation. My walls clamped down around him so hard there was no way I could stop my release.
“Fuck,” Carlo spat out, and I knew he could feel me squeezing around him, holding him so impossibly tight.
He rocked on top of me for a few lovely, glorious thrusts until—he pushed us both off the edge.
And we flew.
Bright, exploding lights burst behind my eyelids. “Carlo, yes,” I said into his neck as he stilled and emptied himself inside of me in long, pulsing streams.
And I felt every wonderful spurt coming out of him.
I clung to Carlo like I feared he was going to suddenly disappear.
Not that he seemed to mind.
He just laid over me, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath like I was.
Finally, my hold on him loosened, and he must’ve taken that as a clue to roll off.
Which he did.
Except then he quickly gathered me into his arms and held me onto his chest.
I let my fingers play with his coarse chest hair. I laid there until he finally spoke. “Did I break you?” he asked, and I giggled.
I lifted my head and asked, “Do you care?”
He chuckled, his hand reaching behind my head and pulling me closer. “I care.” He kissed me. “But I’m also really fuckin’ happy.”
This time, I kissed him. “I’m fine. And I’m also happy. Thank you, Carlo. I wasn’t sure if you still wanted me—in that way.”
His eyes widened, and the grin completely dropped off his face. “I never stopped wanting you, Giselle. Not for a second.” His eyes swam over my face. “I ached for you. I still do. Every second of every fucking minute.”
Oh.
My.
Heart.
I closed my eyes and let that sink in. I never wanted to forget what he’d just said.
When I opened my eyes, I said, “Me, too.”
He rolled me to my back and touched his lips to mine. We kissed like that for a long while, his hardness digging into my thigh. I was pretty sure he was going to fuck me again. But then he did something surprising and rolled me further, spooning behind me. His leg settled between mine. “He’ll be up in a little while. Let’s get some sleep before—”
And right then—Marcello started to cry. Carlo breathed out heavily into my neck. “At least he let us finish.” Carlo rolled away from me and off the bed. He pulled on his boxer briefs and hurried to pick up the baby.
“You and I need to have a little talk,” he said to Marcello. “You’re not supposed to be up for two more hours. That means,” he laid Marcello over his shoulder and patted his back while the baby squirmed and fussed. “I should have two more hours alone beside your very naked mother.”
I laughed from the bed and rose up on my elbows to watch them. “I don’t think he wants to hear about that.”
Carlo grabbed a diaper and walked to the bed. “We’re talking man-to-man. This doesn’t concern you.”
I smiled so wide, it nearly split my face in half. Just thinking of the real man to man chats those two would have in the future—it made my heart all squishy inside.
Carlo continued talking to his son about the virtues of sleep and letting his parents have alone time.
