The Boss's Heir

Chapter 60

When Marco emerged from the shower, he saw their closet door open and the light was on.  His eyes fell onto their bed and it was empty. 

He smiled as Cay came out, with his gray suit and black shirt in her hand.  It was way too early for her to be up, but he knew better than to question her motives.

She'd put up with more than she should've had to and he loved her for it and she was a true queen in every sense of the word.  His queen.

She was wearing skimpy pale pink panties that were so sheer he could see her perfectly formed ass.  The tight, clingy tank shirt did little to hide her pert breasts and erect n*pples, molding to her belly that was round with his princepessa.  She was so beautiful.

"Fiore, why are you up at this hour?" He asked gently as he walked up to her.  "I just wanted to fix you breakfast and see you off for once.  I realized last night that you've been going off to work without me telling you how much I love you and I don't want to do that anymore."

He pulled off his towel and took his clothes from her, tossing them on the sofa and picked her up.  "Wrap those stunning legs around me baby" he told her, walking them to their bed.

When they reached their bed, he stood her up on the mattress and told her to take off her shirt.  She obeyed him, but did it achingly slow for his liking.

He pulled her panties down and threw them across the room, not caring where they landed.

"Get on your knees, gattina, and stick that beautiful ass in the air" he instructed and just watching her turn around, naked, made his d*ck harder.

"Hmm, bella, so damn gorgeous" he husked as he placed the tip of his shaft to her soaked opening.

He pushed part way inside her and then said "Sit back farfalla."  His accent thickened by his arousal and he sounded so sexy.

Marco placed his hands on her hips and raised her body up and down, showing her the rhythm that he desired and then moved his hands around to her breasts.

"Fanculo" he cursed as she reached around clasping his neck which thrusts her round globes into his hands.

Her n*pples were so hard, yet sensitive to his touch, making her cry out with the slightest tugging on them.

"Touch me, Marco.  Put your hand between my legs, pleasure me, I beg you" she cried.  Marco slid his hand down her thigh and found her bud and caressed her, like she wanted.

"Oh merda!" She cried.  Marco loved when she incorporated his language when they were in bed.  It made him so hot for her.

"Come baby.  Come with me" he urged as they both let go, climaxing hard.  When they finished, Cay's head was resting against Marco's shoulder as they waited for their breathing to settle down.

"I love starting my day like that, bella" he told her, kissing her shoulder, gently biting her and marking her.

She turned her head back to look at his, putting her hand to his face.  "I love you Marco.  Please promise me that you will be careful today.  I'm making manicotti for you and the men tonight so I expect you home at six for dinner, si?"

He loved her bossiness, how no matter what, she looked after him, cared for him, making sure he wanted for nothing.

After cleaning up, Cay watched him dress and when it came time for his tie, she got out of bed, perfectly naked and swayed to him, her hair floating against her round breasts.

Jesus she made it hard for him to leave but so worth when he came home to her loving at night, giving him just what he needed.

She took the gray tie from his hand and tied it for him like she had so many time before.

Marco pouted somewhat when he watched her put on leggings and one of his long sleeved tee shirts, but smirked when she put on her bumblebee fuzzy socks. 

He teased her ever so often, saying she was such a girl, but she was his beautiful girl and he wouldn't change a thing.

Cay hadn't been prepared for the number of men waiting on their Don but decided they could wait on her to send them out the door with a belly full of warm food.

She fixed coffee first, getting them started on that first.  "Donna" the first man acknowledged her after she'd served him a hot cup of coffee.

That had been a first as she had never heard that term before.  She would ask Marco later about it.

When the men had their coffee, she started on the easiest thing she could think of and that was French toast.

A very young looking man walked up and asked if he could help.  Umberto introduced him as a new soldier and said his name was Cristiano and his father was a chef.

"Well Cristiano, if you could get the fresh fruit from the fridge and work on setting that out in bowls that would be great.  Grazie" Cay told him.

Soon she had ten plates ready with six thick and buttery slices of the toast and called the men to come and get the fruit, bacon, sausage and syrup.

She fixed her Don his plate and brought it to him where he was sitting with Andre, Vittorio and Umberto.

He turned to place a kiss on her belly, when the baby started kicking pretty hard, making Cay gasp and Marco smirked saying his daughter was making her presence known.

The men looked on in amazement as most of them were not married and had never experience that before.

Cay looked at Marco, silently asking permission for them to see first hand what they were protecting and he gave it, not real thrilled with other men putting their hands on what was his, but he got it.

The men, the hardest of them, even the coldest of hearts, were deeply affected by the life she was carrying and fascinated by it.

"Fiore, you make sure you have help fixing dinner tonight, si?  I don't want you working too hard and getting tired, capire?" Marco said.

"Si, Marco.  Capisice" Cay replied.  He grinned at her and placed a kiss on top of her head, muttering he'd rather take her to bed than going to bed.

Thank God there would be no interrogations, as much as he loved them, today, it was just going to be developing different strategies to fix their little problem.

He just felt like something was going to change soon.  It had to.  He was going to be a father soon and he didn't want Isabelle coming into this world with a threat hanging over her famiglia.