The Importance Of Family
by Dani Collins, author of Bought By Her Italian Boss
Most of my June was spent with family. My son graduated high school and we celebrated my Mom and Dad’s fiftieth wedding anniversary.
This meant that my husband’s family was in town along with pretty much every relative I have on my mom’s side. There is nothing like being together. I’m particularly close to my sisters and even my daughter is living in a different city right now so this photo of us is priceless for me. (We were walking back from a ‘girls night’ at the local pub.)
For my hero, Vito, family is very important to him—if complicated. He grew up knowing there was something off, that he didn’t quite fit with his mother and father even though they obviously loved him very much. He learned (at a family reunion!) that his father was a heartless criminal who caused the death of his ‘real’ mother, who he had believed was his aunt. He’s quite convinced that blood will tell and he must never marry or procreate because he would only perpetuate that evil.
Gwyn, on the other hand, only had her mother. She yearns for family and through the story learns she has more than she expected. But she’s feeling particularly isolated and alone when Vito suggests an affair. You’ll see from the excerpt why she winds up accepting one!
Initially Vito suggests they only pretend they’re having an affair, to counter the scandal of Gwyn’s nude photos. With all that close contact, things heat up. In this scene, they’ve just been shopping and have lost the paparazzi by driving into the hills above Lake Como. He is telling her that she can use him for pain relief. It would be his pleasure! See what you think.
About Bought By Her Italian Boss:
Gwyn Ellis is in big trouble. Scandalous photos of her have been released online, slandering her as an adulteress and threatening her hard-earned job with Donatelli International Bank. No one wants to hear how she’s been framed…no one except her boss, the darkly sexy Vittorio Donatelli!
Vittorio will do anything to protect his company from scandal—he’s kept the secret of his true parentage hidden for years. So if it means making stunning Gwyn his mistress to combat the vicious rumors, then he’ll do it…with pleasure!
“Am I the first woman to find you attractive? I doubt it,” she said caustically.
“You’re the first to be so annoyed by it,” he said with a hint of laughter in his voice. “Why? Because you’re so tempted?”
“I’ve never been a drug user and that’s what it would be,” she muttered. “You’re sitting there like a giant painkiller promising to keep me from feeling the bus that’s crushing me so yes, I’m tempted.” She couldn’t believe how honest she was being. It wasn’t like her to be this blunt, but what shred of dignity was left to lose? “But I’ve never gone to bed with a man purely for physical release. It makes me feel cheap to consider it.”
“You’re incredibly insulting when you want to be, aren’t you? The problem, I think, is that you don’t know how powerful this particular painkiller will be.” He leaned across and set her glass in her door. His was gone and his hands went to her waist. “Come here.”
He dragged her to straddle his thighs, making her stiffen in surprise at the sudden intimacy of having her legs open across him, her inner thighs lightly stretched by the press of his thick, hard ones.
She kept her arms stiff, holding herself off him, but she was intrigued despite her wariness. “There’s no one to see this performance,” she reminded tautly.
“Yes, I know,” he said smokily, and stroked his hands up and down her thighs, massaging in a way that sent ripples of anticipation into her pelvis. With a little shift, he slouched and they were sex to sex, her tingling loins firmly seated against the very hard ridge of his erection.
“If only I still worked for you and could charge you with sexual harassment,” she said, but her voice had thinned and her twitching thighs wouldn’t cooperate enough to lift her away.
“I don’t have to buy women, cara. They come to me for this.” His hips came up just enough to press where too many nerve endings were centered. She bucked in an allover response, gasping.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she told him, shivering, not fighting the hands that pressed her hips so she felt that delicious grind again.
The corners of his mouth deepened in satisfied amusement. “Let’s see which one of us wants to be full of me, hmm?” His hand slid up her side, across her shoulder to cup the side of her neck.
A trail of tingles followed his caress, sensitizing her, making her go still when self-preservation instincts told her to get the hell off his lap.
As he exerted a tiny pressure, urging her forward, asking for her mouth against his, she gave in.
It’s only a kiss. They’d done it before.
But this wasn’t a kiss. It was a match to a flame.
As her mouth reached his, he captured her in a hungry kiss, like last night only hotter. With a confident hand on her butt, he rocked her against his erection, making her shudder and take over the move herself, seeking the rhythm that would build the desire in the heated, dampening flesh between her legs.
Distantly she told herself to be cautious, remember this was about the bank. He was only doing this to prove a point, but her arms went around his neck in a kind of instinctive twine. She pressed to crush her breasts against his chest. Their tongues tangled and they both opened their mouths to deepen the kiss into something flagrant and wildly passionate.
Maybe there was something else she ought to have been thinking about, fretting over, but few thoughts of any clarity stuck after that. She became a being of pure sensation. All her awareness centered on the points where they touched, how he stroked her back and hips, how her body prickled and responded like firecrackers were exploding at different points.
Dani Collins is an award-winning, USA Today Bestselling author who lives in rural BC, Canada with her high school sweetheart. Receive a free eBook by joining Dani’s newsletter or visit her here to stay current on all her news: