Chapter 11
Francesca
Luckily, warm soup did the trick. Dani started yawning. And yawning. And yawning.
And when I suggested taking bunny up to bed—she eagerly nodded.
Carlo greeted us halfway up the stairs. “Time for bed, Daniella?”
She yawned loudly and nodded. He scooped her up and looked at me. “Thanks, Francesca. You've been a real blessing to this family. I hope you know that.” And with that, he turned and whisked her away.
I walked back down the stairs, through the dining room, and through the kitchen. Stefan was still sitting where I'd left him. Dani had only wanted me to take her up to bed. Which I thought was cute.
“Carlo took her,” I announced with a small yawn of my own as I walked onto the patio.
Stefan grabbed my hand and smiled. “It's been a long day. Why don't you go get ready for bed. I'll be up soon.”
I nodded and gave him a quick kiss. “Okay. Don't be too long.”
He grinned against my lips. “I won't. We're doing ‘1. e’ on the spreadsheet. Be ready.”
I wandered upstairs and decided to take a quick shower. If we were doing ‘1. e’ on the spreadsheet—that would be a good idea. After I dried off, I brushed through my hair and shuffled to the closet. I decided on a sexy black lace nightie.
It was see-through—and short. I wasn't sure if it would work for position ‘1. e’ on the spreadsheet. But I logically assumed that if it didn’t—Stefan could just take it off.
I slipped on the nightie. It really had the prettiest lace I'd ever seen. When I walked back into the bedroom, I heard the bathroom door close. A few seconds later, the shower turned on.
My eyes fell to the bed, where a plate with two cannoli sat.
Hmm.
They looked delicious. But I'd already had a cannoli with Giselle. I wasn't sure if I wanted anything else that sweet tonight. I wouldn't mind a glass or two of wine. Looking around, I saw that Stefan hadn't brought any drinks up with him.
Hmm.
I hurried back into the closet and grabbed my black silk robe. It felt lush when I slipped it on. Then I hurried downstairs to grab a bottle of wine from the fridge.
The entire main level was dark, but the moonlight shone through the wall of windows. It was stunning. I stared for a few moments, appreciating the nighttime view.
A desperate moan hit my ears—and I stilled. “Yes,” Eve's voice drifted into the kitchen. The wall of windows was completely open. And so was Eve.
She was sitting on the edge of the pool, back toward me. I hadn't noticed her before. Not until her moan. “I need you, honey. Now,” Eve practically purred.
Was Nick out there with her?
My eyes adjusted, and it was then that I saw who she was in the pool with.
And it sure wasn't Nick.
“I'm not done eating you,” Carlo's voice answered her request.
Carlo.
Freaking Carlo.
“I want you inside me. I want you. So bad,” Eve panted, sounding like she was very close to orgasming.
“You'll get my cock when I'm done eating you. Lay back,” he instructed. He lowered Eve onto her back. And by the light of the moon—Carlo ate her out like a demon possessed.
I felt a trickle of excitement run down my inner thighs. Crap.
I needed to get the heck out of here.
Now.
The only thing was—I couldn't move.
Except to get closer.
Which was exactly what I did next.
I tiptoed through the dark kitchen, moving slowly to the other side of the room where I could get a better view. Then I backed up to the archway that led to the long hallway to Stefan's office. I didn't think they'd be able to see me from here.
And really, they both seemed quite busy.
Not a minute later, Eve let out a loud, orgasmic cry while Carlo continued lapping at her.
The man was thorough.
He stood, hands on her knees, and said in a deep bossy voice, “Open wider.”
Eve submitted under his grip. Her legs widened—and then Carlo slammed into her.
And I swear to you—
I freaking swear—
I could feel him, too.
“Yes, Carlo. Just like that,” Eve moaned as Carlo kept up a furious pace, the water splashing around his legs.
Eve's breasts shook with the force of his thrusts. One of his hands cupped her huge breast, and she groaned appreciatively. “Yes, oh, yes. You're going to make me come again.” Eve's head rolled from side to side as if she were trying to fight off the urge.
All on its own, my hands slipped up to my own breasts. I touched my already hard nipples and pinched them between my fingers. That felt—good.
I imagined Carlo doing that to me. Touching my breasts like that with his big hands.
He kept up an impossible pace—one that had Eve coming undone.
That familiar ache between my legs quickly turned into a throb. I let one hand slide down my belly to rub there.
I silently gasped at how good that felt.
Yes, I'd touched myself before. But no, I'd never done it while watching Carlo fuck Eve's brains out on the side of a swimming pool.
“I'm going to come inside you, Eve. Fuck, I'm going to come so fucking hard.” And then Carlo and Eve cried out their releases in the dark night. I rubbed myself and played with my nipple until I was—almost—right there with them—
“Someone help! It's the baby! Help, I need help!” Giselle screamed into the kitchen.
Oh, no!! Giselle needs help!!
Hopefully Carlo and Eve—and Francesca—will stop their—activities—in time to do something for Giselle.