Page 11 of A Seed Of Peril

“I needed you, Mamma.” His hurt over her betrayal couldn’t be masked.

I placed my hand on my chest, my breath sticking. Mamma… He called her Mamma. Whether he completely understood it or not, that was a giant step forward for Dominic and their relationship.

He opened the door the rest of the way, beginning to guide Bianca out into the hallway. She stopped just past the office’s threshold, looking back at her son.

“I’m not going anywhere ever again. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

Nodding once, Dominic followed her out of his office, closing the door.

For a minute there,I didn’t think Dominic was going to let me in his office, so when he did and asked me to sit with him, I was taken aback. Even though he had crushed many of his walls for me, he was still a fairly private man. When he came back inside, I planned to tell him how appreciative I was to be included in such an intimate conversation. It stood true when we were first learning about each other, and it stood true now; letting me into his past and his darkest, most sacred moments of his life washisdecision. I would never push him. Just like he was with me, I vowed to make sure he forever knew thatIwashissafest place.

I walked over to the desk and picked up the remote for the flat screen, powering it on. After deciding on one of the financial advisors Dominic watched, I set the remote on the desk and walked over to the pool table, taking a pool stick from the set attached to the side of the table. I wasn’t going to attempt to play; I sucked too horriblytoplay.

My curiosity ached to know everything Dominic and his mother talked about, but it was actually no one’s business unless Dominic wanted it to be my business. The little bit I got to witness and his need to have me close told me whatever it was, it was uncomfortable.

I poked the organized set of pool balls with the stick, rounding the corner of the table.

Would he ever forgive Bianca?Was she truly worthy of forgiveness?Would she keep her promise?God, I hoped so. While I was still rather neutral regarding her, I wanted Dominic to have that kind of love in his life—a mother’s love.

Nadia… She was the last time he had that.

I looked at the doors when I heard the turning of its handles. Dominic re-entered his office, keeping his back to me as he pulled the doors closed. He stood there, his shoulders rising and falling with a deep breath. Remembering his drink on the table, I set the pool stick down and walked over to retrieve the drink. A fresh glass was exactly what he needed.

I dumped the old, warmed drink in the mini-bar’s sink before rinsing the glass out and the liquor down the drain.

“What are you doing?” Dominic inquired, his voice closer.

I reached into the bottom cupboard and grabbed a clean drinking glass. “I figured you’d want a fresh one after that.” Seeing him approaching me on my way to the selection of liquor, I could tell he was already spent for the day, and it wasn’t even two o’clock in the afternoon.

One’s eyes never lied.

Ravishing in a mulberry shade dress shirt and black slacks with a pair of black Oxfords, Dominic’s tired smile melted my heart. He was impeccably dressed compared to my long, royal blue muumuu and comfortable pair of fuzzy pink slippers, my hair resting in a messy bun on the top of my head.

The farther I got in my pregnancy, the more I didn’t give a single fuckity-fucking fuck to wear any clothing other than my muumuus, pajamas, or baggy t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Thank you,Bellissima.”

Seconds later, I smiled at the warmth of his arms as he held me close from behind, his hands under my belly. I tilted my head to the side, each of his feathery kisses along the side of my neck sending tingles down my spine. He wasn’t making it easy for me to make his drink.

I shivered when his breath fanned over my ear as he spoke. “What was that?” His voice had taken on that deep, husky tone I loved.

I put an ice cube in the drinking glass, his tongue touching my neck the same time as the ice clinked inside the glass. The tingling blossomed between my thighs, my slit slick with my arousal.

Playing dumb, I asked, “What was what?”

Dominic took the bottle of Walker and the drinking glass out of my hands, setting them on the counter. Holding my hands in his, he placed his against a spot above my belly before holding me tighter against him. “The drink can wait.”

I smiled when he kissed my head. Dominic let me go and turned me around to face him. He pulled me against him, holding my face in his hands, taking me in for a passionate kiss. I slipped my hands under his arms and up around to the back of his shoulders. I clung to him, rubbing my right leg up against him. I needed him. I wanted him.

He lifted me, and as I wrapped my legs around his waist, he walked us over to the pool table, setting me on my feet. Dominic stepped back and began undoing his belt buckle, those gorgeous blue eyes staring back at me. That was when I also noticed the strained zipper of his slacks. I licked my lips when he yanked his belt through the loops, rubbing my thighs together. I fought not to come then and there.

“Turn around,” he ordered, tossing his belt aside. Hunger raged in his eyes. “Now.”

Eager for his cock, I happily obliged, bracing myself against the side of the table. I heard him kick off his shoes, his slacks and boxer briefs going with them. After readjusting me so I wasn’t as close to the pool table, Dominic placed his hand on my belly and used his leg to nudge mine further apart. I heard him stroke himself, his cock already slick with his arousal.

“I’ll try to go easy, but I can’t make any promises.”

Not giving a fuck, I said, “Okay.”