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down her throat, intoxicating her
with its bitter sweetness. Catalina tipped the glass and her lashes
fluttered then shut after the last of the vino was tasted. Dominic
would return any moment. She hoped he brought another bottle of
Chianti. He’d find her just as he left her, ready, sexually
aroused, and excited about the renewal of their love. Dominic
craved sex often and he was a demanding lover. She didn’t dare just
lie there and let him get off like she would with Franco. No, with
Dominic she’s had knee scrapes and backaches from the hot and fast
throw downs they’ve had since they walked in the door.
    Always with him, there burned an insistent
need to make up for every missed day of passion between them, and
this pleased Catalina. She felt so restrained and guilty before.
Now they were free to explore their love and desires. No man on the
planet could hold a candle to her Dominic. The short reprieve he
gave her after their last twisted sex tango had allowed enough time
to pass so they could catch a breath and reflect on the future
she’d have as his wife. Giovanni would certainly make him consigliere again. The power Dominic would have in the
family could only be matched by her brother’s authority.
    It was such a turn on!
    Catalina reclined a bit into the stack of
pillows, reaching over to the right to set the merlot glass back on
the night table. The bed smelled of his woodsy aftershave and their
sex. She looked around at her surroundings. Strong, powerful,
masculinity exuded from the furnishings that occupied every room of
his villa by the bay of Napoli. From his canopy post bed fit for an
emperor, to the dark floors and walls. Dominic’s love for warriors,
gladiators, and any genuine artifact he could find in the black
market dated back to Roman history, and was put on display. He had
rare stolen treasures taken from enemies, or even the Republic,
tacked on the walls. Often used as accent pieces like tables or
plant stands. In all the years she’s loved him, this was the first
time she’d been to his home, and stayed in his bed. The villa
definitely needed a woman’s touch.
    The door opened.
    Dominic carried in a tray of cheese and fresh
thinly sliced prosciutto. There were cubes of leftover baguettes
and a small decanter of olive oil. Catalina sat up, with her hands
at her sides. She didn’t bother to cover her nudity. Her large
breasts with extended nipples rose and fell with each excited
breath, and she shook them at her lover teasingly. Dominic noticed
and chuckled. Her stomach muscles clenched at the sight of the
food. They’d been making love and cuddling for over five hours
straight and she was famished.
    “ Yum!” she said when he placed the
tray across her lap. Dominic plopped down causing the decanter to
tip over.
    “ Domi!” Catalina squealed with
laughter.
    He grabbed a cube of bread, swiped it in the
oil spill and tossed it into his mouth. He grinned at her, and she
couldn’t help but grin back. Happiness, and more times like this
was what her heart needed. “What took you so long?” she asked as
she poured the olive oil over the cheese and sprinkled a tad bit of
salt on the mozzarella, the way he preferred it. She’d feed him
from her fork.
    “ Phone call.”
    “ Oh? Yea, I heard the phone. Is it
good news?”
    Dominic chewed, not bothering to answer. That
was how these men were. You could never ask them a direct question
and expect a direct answer. Catalina stuffed her mouth, deciding to
abandon the subject altogether. They had taken down several bites
before the conversation resumed. “It was Lo. Giovanni is
back.”
    Catalina’s breath seized in her lungs. She
blinked up at him and her hand froze half way to his mouth. He
leaned in and ate from her fork and then he winked.
    “ Do-ah-does he know I’m here?”
Catalina stammered.
    “ He knows.”
    “ Does he know that Mira approved?
She said you didn’t have to leave for America. That I could bring
some things over