Cleo Miranda Adams is a part-time clerk at a small antique shop and an aspiring guitarist. Music has been part of her life since birth. After a tough loss, she focuses on building a name for herself and doing what she loves.
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A warm hand on my stomach wakes me up. I slowly pry my eyelids open, adjusting to the light. I sigh happily as yesterday's events replay in my head. I'm moving in with the love of my life.
I kind of did already since I spent the last month here, and half of my things are here. But something about him asking me, making it feel real. If you told me four months ago that I would fall in love with Christopher Moretti, the biggest fashion designer in Italy, I would have laughed in your face. The past three months have been unreal.
Our love for each other surpassed all obstacles, a kidnapping included.
I'm kind of going off track here, but I think he broke me yesterday. In a good way, though. He's the biggest I've ever had. His length reached me in place I didn't even know possible. The way his hips moved, the way his sinful tongue took me over the edge. I honestly thought it was a dream until now.
I feel his soft fingers trace idle patterns on my skin. I turn around and bless my eyesight with his sharp face. I can never get over how peaceful he looked in his sleep. His forehead lacked those occasional worry lines. His black hair looked brown in the streams of light. His mouth was slightly parted as light snores exited his mouth.
I decide to wake up the sleepy mountain. "Wakey wakey," I poke his nose and cheek.
I'm so annoying.
"Rise and shine, baby," I ghost my lips against his pink ones. I pull away to see a goofy smile on his face. He was up the whole time? The little sneak.
His eyes flutter open and his blue eyes stare into mine. "Buongiorno, amore."
"You were up this whole time?" I ask.
"Maybe," a stupid smirk grows on his face.
I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my smile. He is so annoying. I roll my eyes and get out of bed. Well, attempt to.
His huge hands hold me back, spinning me around until he's crushing me. Have I mentioned that we're both butt naked?
His hot skin flushes against mine, as he lays on top of me like a huge log. "Get off! You're heavy!" I laugh.
"I'm not fat if that's what you're trying to imply. It's all muscle, baby girl," he whispers into my neck.
Luckily, he can't see me roll my eyes.
"I know you didn't just roll your eyes," he quips.
Oh, he wants to play that game? "What if I did?" I hide my smirk in the pillow. I hear him groan.
"That attitude," is all he mutters before he raises my hips so I'm on my knees. Suddenly, he slams into me from behind earning a loud cry from me.
Our skin slaps against each other as he pounds into me. His hand pinches my clit making me scream. He knows my body. He parts my folds and runs a lazy finger through my slit. "Mmm," I whimper.
"And you want to have an attitude," I hear him growl in my ear.
"You love it," I say breathlessly. And I love this new side of him.
"Damn right I do."
—
"What do you normally do for Christmas?" I ask while sipping my coffee.
After three rounds of steamy sex this morning, needing help to walk, and a well-needed bath, we finally got some breakfast. We sat on the patio by the pool. The view from his... our house, is breathtaking. I can daydream out here for hours.
"My mother normally sits in my kitchen sipping red wine while I cook up a storm," he replies with a chuckle. "I never let her cook another Christmas when I was able to manage on my own. When my father was alive, we would spend the whole day together, drinking and spend time together." his face shows admiration of the memory.
"That sounds like fun."
He nods, "It was." he pauses. "I would you like to meet my mother," he says, looking nervous. "If you want to," he continues. He looks at me quickly and shakes his head, almost as if he was literally shaking the idea out of his head. "Sorry, it was a bad idea. Forget I ever said it."
I laugh at his silliness. "I would love to, you weirdo." I kiss his knuckles.
The smile he gives me knocks the wind out of my lungs. "I love you," he says.
"I love you too, Mr. Moretti."
—
"Leo!" I stop playing my guitar at the familiar voice.
"Red?!" I yell. My best friend bounds into the living room with a wide smile. "What are you doing here?" I crush her in a long-overdue hug.
"Came to see my favourite girl," she kisses my cheek. "The guys had something to do. How have you been? Did you like the surprise?"
"You knew?"
"Duh. He needed my permission to steal you anyway," she says, flipping her fiery hair over her shoulder. I roll my eyes and smile. Leave it to Gia to step in with the motherly duties.
I take a good look at her. There's a light coming from her that I haven't seen in a long time.
We talked for hours like we never spent any time apart. She tells me about her and Mateo. Her smile never left her face as she talked about their relationship. The heart warms in my chest. She looks so happy. I can tell Mateo treats her well. We drifted to the kitchen and made our favourite red wine brownies.
I invited her and Mateo over for Christmas. We scheduled a pool day in the new year once the weather permits us. We spent hours in the kitchen cooking when we heard two male voices. Our men are finally here.
Both of us squeal like schoolgirls and run into the main hall to greet them. Their eyes light up when they see us. Gia launched herself into Mateo's arm while I buried myself in Chris'. "Now, this is a greeting," Mateo supplies.
"Indeed it is," Chris replies, looking down at me with a warm smile.
