Page 52 of Secrets of the Brother
He had even made some amazing improvements to the interior as well as the exterior landscaping. He really was a very talented architect. It was almost a shame so much of his time was spent running the family winery.
The cottage would be ready by spring for me to start renting it out to tourists as an authentic Italian countryside experience. I was offering it as part of a package linked to the Cavalieri winery tours. It was a fun little side business and a way to ensure I still kept making a little of my own money.
It didn’t compare to Barone’s billions, but it was important to me.
Today we were hanging lace curtains in the kitchen, similar to the ones my mother and I had made when I was a child. Rosa and I had sewn them together from a wedding gown we had found in the market, just like the originals.
We were about to start bottling at the winery and things were ramping up with the new promotions, which meant I had been working nonstop on finalizing an artist for the new labels and campaign.
So between that and the scare with Milana, things had been hectic.
Barone and I decided to sneak off for an afternoon, just the two of us.
I had packed a special picnic lunch for the occasion.
Barone unlocked the door and entered first. He scanned the cottage before allowing me to enter. It was a force of habit since it remained unoccupied most of the week.
He closed the door behind us and carried the basket into the kitchen. I followed.
“So Milana says—”
Barone snatched me around the waist and lifted me onto the countertop, stepping between my knees.
“What are you doing? Don’t you want to know what she found out?”
He grabbed the phone from my hand and tossed it across the kitchen to land on the parlor sofa. “Later.”
Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulled me in to claim my mouth, his warm hand finding my thigh under my skirt. His thumb caressed my inner thigh as he inched higher.
I moaned against his mouth and wrapped my legs around his hips, locking the ankles of my knee-high leather boots behind his back.
He curled a hand around my throat, breathing against my mouth, “Twice now I’ve tried to fuck you in this kitchen and twice we’ve been interrupted. Not today.”
I flicked my tongue over his lower lip. “So is this now a goal of yours?”
He raised an eyebrow. “To fuck you in every room of every house we own? Absolutely.”
He slipped his fingers inside my panties.
I gasped and arched my back as I gripped his shoulder. “I’ve been a bad girl,daddy.”
Initiating one of our favorite bedroom games.
With a guttural growl, Barone grabbed me around the hips and swept me off the counter to lay me on the kitchen table. Bending my legs to plant my feet on the surface with my knees up high, he flipped my skirt up over my thighs, exposing my panties. I lifted my hips and feet so he could pull them down and off.
He placed four fingers over my pussy, rubbing them back and forth. “Tell me where you want my cock.”
I licked my bottom lip as I stared at his imposing form towering over me. “Inside of me.”
He whipped his black thermal shirt over his head, exposing his tanned, muscled chest. He reached for his thick, leather belt.
I tried to close my knees to capture a delicious tremor rippling between my legs.
He placed his large hands on my legs, prying them open. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.If you block my view of this pretty pussy, I might have to punish you.”
He flipped the lid off the picnic basket and reached inside to pull out one of the tiny cobalt-blue glass goblets of rhubarb and cardamomdolci al cucchiaiospoon desserts I had made for us. He dipped two fingers in the still-chilled whipped cream topping and held them up to my mouth. “Open.”
I obeyed.
