CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Expecting
Reese
Three months later…
My brows are furrowed as I look down at the papers before me. Nico has asked me to limit my hours in the clinic when I’m not treating clients, so I am in the home office he set up for me, three months ago, when we first found out about the baby. I’ve been sitting here looking over the financials and something is not adding up.
I know we have been doing great despite all of the drama going on around our personal lives. The clinic’s client base is expanding and the staff is booked solid, but this…there is way more money here than I expected to find. I’m worried that we have been over billing someone. I flip through the pages again trying to reconcile what’s before me with the bank statements.
We have an accountant, but I like to watch what’s going on in my finances as well. You will never catch me out there saying I didn’t know I was being robbed blind by some overpriced accountant. Although, I don’t think I really have to worry about that. I don’t think there is anyone that wants to get caught stealing from the Donati family. I shudder at the thought.
“What are you so focused on,” I hear Nico say and I look up from the papers in front of me.
He is standing there looking so sexy in light blue jeans that hug his thighs. The left leg has a rip in the knee and the thigh is shredded. His white t-shirt stretches across his chest and reveals his muscled arms. His hair is falling in his eyes, but he has cut the back and sides down these days. However, it is none of this that brings a huge smile to my face.
What has me grinning from ear to ear is the huge teddy bear he is cradling in his right arm. It is a caramel colored bear with a huge blue bow on his neck. Nico is positive that we are having a boy. I thought I was happy about being pregnant. Nico has been so excited since the moment I told him.
I am only three and a half months. I’ve had to fight him daily to keep him from setting up a nursery for the baby too soon. So instead, he brings home little things each day, teddy bears, rattles, books, anything that catches his eye. He is such a proud papa.
“What do we have here,” I ask as Nico moves around the desk to me.
Nico pinches my chin between his fingers and tips my head back. He places a soft kiss to my lips, before staring down at me. This is also something he does daily. He watches me to insure that I am taking care of me and the baby.
“You did not answer my question, Cara. What has you looking stressed,” Nico replies.
He pulls away to look down at the papers on the desk. He reaches to push the pages around to see what I have been working on. He presses his lips and turns to look at me.
“Reese, it’s Saturday. Why aren’t you relaxing and reading a book,” Nico frowns at me.
“I Just wanted to look these over first. I didn’t expect to be here so long. Something isn’t adding up. There is an excess of money that I can’t account for,” I say in frustration and rub my forehead.
Nico’s eyes turn sad and he looks away. I know that look, we have all had it for the past month. I collapse back in my seat. “What are you not telling,” I say softly.
“Ellen wanted you to have it. It was in one of her letters. She knew you wouldn’t want to take it, so her one stipulation was that Sam give it to the clinic in Sammy’s name,” Nico says quietly.
“But I don’t understand, why would she do that? I…. I,” I blink back tears. “It’s just all a lot to take in. I mean what she did, …I.”
“Shh, Cara,” Nico croons as he places the teddy bear aside and pulls me from the chair and into his arms, silencing my words. “We all wish we understood. I’ve never seen Sam like this. All we can do is be there for them all and hope that this too will pass.”
“Promise me something, Nico,” I say against his chest.
“Anything,” Nico replies with no hesitation.
“We’ll always be honest with each other and tell each other everything,” I say. “Promise me we’ll talk things out.”
“You don’t even need to ask this of me. It is already done,” Nico responds lifting my head so his blue eyes lock on my brown. “I love you, Reese. I wouldn’t do anything that has the potential to hurt you.”
“I love you too,” I purr and wrap my arms around his neck.
Nico gives me that mischievous smile. “Oh really now, do you,” he croons. “I’ve missed you. I spent the day thinking about you and our baby. I couldn’t wait to get back so that I could taste you.”
I shiver in his arms at his words and cream my panties. I’m such a sucker for his dirty talking mouth. I know what he is doing. He is trying to distract me and honestly, I plan to let him.
Nico pushes the papers from the desk and lifts me onto it. He pulls his t-shirt up over his head and balls it up. I watch his muscles play with the movement. It is poetry in motion. Every tanned ripple is another morsel to feast on. Reaching behind me he sets the t-shirt on the desk and then gently lowers me onto my back, resting my head onto his shirt.
Nico loosens the tie on my wrap dress and peels my dress open slowly. I am panting in anticipation as his eyes take a lazy trip over my body. Nico licks his lips, reaching to curl his fingers into my panties.
“Beautiful,” Nico rasps as he pulls my panties down achingly slow. “When we are old and grey, I will still want to get on my knees and devour you. I’ll never have enough.”
“Nico,” I moan and squirm on the desk.
“Patience, my love. I will eat it all, don’t worry. When I’m done, I plan to fuck you into this desk,” Nico breathes as he drops to his knees.
I am already soaked. I can feel my juices dripping into my crack. Nico places his hand on my inner thighs and spreads my legs wider. He drags his hands down to my ankles and wraps his long fingers around them. He places my feet flat on the desktop, releasing my ankles he drags his fingers back up to the apex of my thigh.
This slow torture is killing me. My hips lift of their own accord in yearning for his touch in the place I want it most. Nico runs his thumb through my folds lightly. I whimper as he lifts his thumb to his mouth and sucks. His eyes are blazing and burning into mine.
“So sweet,” Nico croons in pleasure, his lids become hooded showing off his thick lashes.
He runs his hand through the front of his hair to push it out of his face, before his face disappears between my thighs. I cry out and reach for something, anything to anchor me to the desk. I come up empty and reach for my own breasts. The friction of the lace of mybra against sensitive breasts sends me reeling.
“Oh yes,” I moan. Nico hums into me, while locking his arms around my thighs to hold me down. “Nico, baby that feels so good.”
Nico’s reply is to reach for my clit and circle it with his thumb. I lift right off the desk, but he doesn’t let up, his mouth follows me. I reach for his arms and dig my fingers in. Nico in turn flattens his tongue against my folds and swipes it up and into me.
My toes curl on the lip of the desk and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I am rocked hard by one orgasm after another as Nico buries his face into my folds and shakes his head and tongue back and forth, side to side. I bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming.
I haven’t even surfaced yet, when I suddenly feel Nico pushing inside me slowly and gently. He reaches for my hands and links his fingers with mine. As our eyes met, he starts to move his hips.
I expect slow and gentle, that is what he has been giving me lately. I know he is being cautious with me because of the baby. However, he shocks me as he swivels his hips and then picks up the pace. He comes to a stop swivels his hips again, then picks up his pace again.
I am a quivering, writhing mess beneath him. Nico closes his eyes and throws his head back. “Reese,” he breathes into the room, like a prayer. “So good, angelo mio.” My mouth opens in awe of his beauty. He is just a breathtaking sight.
I tighten around him, knowing I’m not going to last too long at all. As if reading my body to a T, Nico grits his teeth and release my hands to grab for my waist. He holds onto me as he literally fucks me into the desk just as he promised.
Nico opens his eyes and looks at me with deep dark desire. “Do you feel that, Cara? This is what you do to me. I can’t think straight when I’m away from you. All I want is to be inside you. All I want is you,” Nico groans.
“Yes,” I sob out. “I want you too.”
“Then take me, take all of me,” Nico hisses as his seed bursts into me. His release triggers my own and I quake against the desk.
Nico pulls me up against his chest and covers my mouth with his. He strokes my hair as he kisses me slowly. I wrap my arms around his back. I can feel the tension in his body.
He may have been distracting me, but I know his own mind is heavy over the events that have taken place in the last few months. I almost forgot that he, Michael and Uri had gone to spend the day with Sam. My heart aches for our friends. I don’t know if things will ever be the same. My initial guilt was cleared away by one of Ellen’s letters, but it hasn’t made things any easier.
“Maybe we should take that trip to Italy,” I whisper.
“We will not run from all of this. We will stand with our family like they would stand with us,” Nico replies gently.
“I just thought you would be less stressed if we got away for a bit,” I say and cup his jaw.
Nico shakes his head. “I am fine. We are all doing our part. What I would like to do, is pick a decorator for the nursery and handle the applications for those preschools that we still need to get out,” Nico beams at me.
I giggle. This man is really excited about this baby. He has a ton of preschool applications to all the best schools in New York City. I was baffled the day he came home with them. Believe it or not the apartment has already been baby proofed and that is only because I refused the house he wanted to buy.
“Nico, the baby is barely a peanut,” I laugh.
“And to get into the best schools, Valentina and Mama suggest we apply now,” Nico says with hope in his eyes.
I smile softly at him. “Okay, okay, we will look at the applications but I’m not decorating the nursery yet,” I relent.
Nico’s whole face lights up. “Let’s get cleaned up. Our little bambino needs a good education,” Nico says proudly.
God, I just love this man.