Christmas with the Beast (The Fiore Family 1)

I have a profound desire to taste them until she’s breathless and begging for more.

I stand up, giving no fucks if my thick cock could be seen pressing against my slacks because I have to claim her before I leave. “You’re talented and beautiful.”

She looks slightly to the right of me at my cousin and then back at me. “She’s my assistant and cousin.”

“Oh.”

I cup the sides of her face, keeping her eyes on me like I want them. “Yes, oh. I’m going to kiss you, Isabelle,” I whisper. I don’t wait for approval because I can see the same hunger in her pretty eyes. My mouth closed down on hers, tasting her soft lips. My ears ring with the sound of my heart slamming against my chest as I slip my tongue between her gasping lips. It takes all of my strength to calm down and end our passionate moment.

“Franco,” she moans as I finally pull back. My thumb caresses a path from her temple to her chin.

Definitely what I have in mind for the future. I have found my other half and only she can make me whole.

I can’t catch my breath to say another thing. I’m just about to ask her to sit down and join us for dessert—that I don’t want—when a shout and the sound of metal hitting the ground comes from the kitchen.

She smiles brightly before tilting her head with a shrug, taking a step back. “Please excuse me. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the food. Although I’ve never been thanked that way before.”

I pull her into my arms, one hand on the nape of her neck and the other holding her waist. “The food was incredible, but if another man attempts to kiss you, I’ll kill him. I’ll be back soon, Isabelle.” I kiss her gently once more before I let her go. “Don’t make any plans for Christmas or cancel the ones you have.”

She turns and smiles. “Okay. Goodnight, Franco.”

“Goodnight, my wife,” I say to her back as she disappears into the kitchen. It’s a promise I intend to keep. After my meeting tomorrow, I’ll be scooping her up and taking her to her new home where we’ll start our life together.

“I’m sorry, Franco, Mia. I have to get back there, too. It’s really great to see you both. And we’re sure as fuck going to talk about this later.” He winks before dashing back into the kitchen.

The valet pulls up with my SUV, and I help Mia inside before running around to the driver’s side. Luckily Fabio keeps the area dry, but it looks like the snow is done for the next couple of days. “So are you going to explain what that was about?” Mia asks as I buckle my seatbelt.

I don’t say a word until we drive away, attempting to formulate a lie instead, I say, “Don’t start calling your mother and gossiping.” That’s all I need. My mother and zia will find their way down here to check out Isabelle before I can get off work tomorrow.

“Well, just so you understand, I can’t wait to see you finally get married. Maybe you’ll be less of a grumpy boss. All we need now is Fabio finding someone. Although I’m surprised he didn’t jump at claiming that chef first.”

“Are you trying to get me to kill my own brother?”

Mia giggles and says, “Just kidding. Relax caveman.”

“So where am I dropping you off at?”

“My apartment. I’m not going to my parents’ until tomorrow.” We don’t live far from each other in Rochester, just a mile from Lake Ontario. My parents also live down the road in the home that we grew up in.

“Okay. So let’s go over the plans for the week.”

“Works for me. After the meeting tomorrow with Mr. Morimoto, you have an appointment on Tuesday with HR regarding holiday bonuses.”

“Which is a waste of time. I always give the same thing, and she argues with me that it’s too much.”

“Of course.” As we make the long drive back we focus on work, stopping all talk of Isabelle. I can’t even think about Isabelle without my dick hardening, pressing firmly against my zipper. It threatens to rip the expensive material and expert craftsmanship with how stiff it is, so it’s best I avoid all thoughts of Isabelle until I get home.

The weather’s getting shitty as Christmas is around the corner. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to celebrate the holiday by the fire with Isabelle? I’m getting way ahead of myself and frankly, I don’t care. In two days, I’ll be back to ask her out, or maybe beg her to be my wife. Either way, I’m coming for her.

I finally pull up to her apartment not too far from the office, which is great on cold days. “Here you are. I’ll call you tomorrow with any questions.”