With an indignant huff, I took him into my mouth and really worked him deeply. Soon my arousal returned full force, the almost blunder forgotten.

Dante’s hips twitched, a clear sign that he was getting closer.

“Enough.”

I pulled back and Dante got up, holding out his hand for me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. “Bent over the desk.”

I began to shake my head but he walked over to the door and engaged the lock. I laughed, couldn’t help it. “That was close.”

He stalked toward me and kissed me hard. “Over the desk, Val.” Pulling my skirt up to expose my ass, I leaned over the desk then smiled coyly at Dante who rubbed his erection slowly. Exposed like this, I felt naughty and impossibly aroused.

He stepped close to me and began to rub his tip over my sensitive folds, up and down, parting me. A low groan rumbled in his chest when he pushed in slowly. I gripped the edge of the desk, my eyes rolling back.

Soon I had to press my lips together to keep in moans and Dante’s grunts became less controlled as well. I was beyond caring. The library was far enough from the office.

“Harder,” I begged, and Dante complied, digging his fingers into my hips. We were both getting closer when Dante moved back. “Turn around,” he said. I slowly rolled over until I lay on my back across his desk. We were creating a complete mess on his papers. I’d never cared less. Since Bea’s birth, we’d made careful love in our bed at night when the kids were asleep. This was the first wild fuck and I craved it like a drug.

Dante hooked his arms under my thighs and jerked me against him, impaling me on his length. He bent over me as he pounded into me and kissed me passionately, swallowing my moans. His jacket caged me in. God, nothing was sexier than Dante taking me fully clothed in his three-piece suit.

The photo frame tumbled off the desk and a pen holder rattled in the most annoying way. I pressed my heels into Dante’s back, arching against him as pleasure radiated from my center into every nerve-ending of my body. Dante groaned into my mouth and twitched inside of me as my walls spasmed around him.

“Wow,” I breathed.

Dante smiled.

Steps thundered down the hall once more, a knock sounded then the handle moved down, but the lock prevented a debacle.

Dante shook his head with an exasperated laugh.

The handle rattled. “Dad?” Leonas called.

“Is it locked?” Anna asked distantly.

Dante breathed into my ear. “Why did you have to hand down your aversion to closed doors to our son?”

I giggled into his shoulder, clenching around him again. He sucked in a quiet breath.

“Dad?” Leonas’ voice became almost indignant. Maybe he thought Dante was playing a prank on him. The handle jiggled again.

“Daadd?”

“He inherited your stubborn nature as well,” Dante said.

I gave him a look. He straightened and began cleaning himself with a few tissues. I did the same, trying to look halfway decent.

“Dad!” Now Leonas sounded almost angry.

I stifled laughter.

“He’s going to drive me to the brink,” Dante muttered as he smoothed back his hair and straightened his tie.

“How do I look?”

“Thoroughly satisfied.”

I pursed my lips. “Dante.”

“Your hairdo is messed up.”

I peered into the window and let my hair down. It was a mess.

Dante headed toward the door, and I perched innocently on the desk.

The moment Dante unlocked the door, Leonas stumbled inside. When he spotted me, his frown deepened. “Mom, why are you here?”

Anna’s eyes twisted with horror as if she had a suspicion. “Oh man,” she got out. She turned on her heel and stalked away.

Leonas watched her disappear with confusion.

“What’s so important that it can’t wait until I’m done with work?” Dante asked firmly.

“Anna’s done with homework and wanted to dress up Bea. I told her she can’t.”

“That was so important you tried to rip out my door handle?”

Leonas glanced at me. “Anna thinks Bea is her responsibility because she’s the older one, but I’m the boy. I will be the man in the house when Dad’s gone.”

“Already planning my early death?” Dante asked with a hint of dry humor.

Leonas’ eyes grew wide. “No! I mean when you’re out for business. I’m the man then.”

Dante touched Leonas’ shoulder. “When I’m not home, you’re supposed to keep an eye on your sisters and Mom, but that requires that you follow orders, especially the guards’ orders as long as you aren’t old enough to protect yourself and our family. A man needs to know his responsibilities and right now yours is to make your homework.”

“Okay,” Leonas said reluctantly.

He trudged away.

I gave Dante a lingering kiss before I went in search of Anna to see how disturbed she actually was. I found her in Bea’s nursery, looking through outfits. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Please don’t give me the talk again,” Anna begged, her cheeks turning red. “I just want to pretend you and Dad aren’t doing stuff.”

I bit my lip, stifling amusement. “All right.”

“I’m looking for a cute outfit for Bea for the afternoon. Luisa is coming over and I want to show her how cute Bea is in plaid.”

Anna was growing up so fast. Now her interest in fashion was almost as big as in art. Almost thirteen, my God. Time flew. Sometimes she already drove me up the wall with her first tentative teenage antics.

Bea began squirming in her crib. “I think you’re in luck.”

I lifted Bea out of her bed and she beamed up at me with sleepy green eyes. She had inherited Dante’s blond hair and my eyes, a combination that always got admiring glances.

“This?” Anna held up a plaid dress and a white romper with frills around the neckline. I let Anna change Bea’s nappy and dress her, then took over so Anna could put on a matching outfit.

She came out of her room in a plaid skirt and a beige cashmere sweater, beaming. She looked so grown up then, and absolutely stunning. It was strange to hold one baby girl in my arms while my first baby girl was ready to hit puberty with full speed.

An hour later, I stood on the porch, wrapped in a thick coat and a blanket around Bea and me while I watched Leonas, Anna, and Luisa engage in one of the most enthusiastic snowball fights I’d ever seen. They laughed loudly as they pummeled each other with snowballs. It had snowed all morning and our garden had turned into a winter wonderland.

Anna giggled then shrieked when Leonas’ snowball hit her butt.

One moment half grown-up, the next back to being children. What a strange phase in life, but one I didn’t want to miss. Despite Bea’s need for attention, I was determined to spend as much time with Leonas and Anna as possible. Before I could blink, they’d be adults.

Hands came down on my shoulders and Dante brushed a kiss against my cheek, then pressed another one to Bea’s head. “Isn’t it too cold for you?”

I shook my head. “I’ll come in soon. I don’t want to miss this. Who knows if Anna’s still going to enjoy snowball fights next year?”