I chuckle at that. "Knowing what I do of your father…he's a great man. So I would definitely never trade him for me. But I get what you're saying and it means a lot to me."
For whatever reason, Luca gives Cassandra a hug and it nearly brings a tear to my eye. Instead of giving in to the emotion and potentially allowing a tear to fall from the corner of my eye for the first time, I can remember, it's probably wise I express what I'm feeling to her with words instead.
"I want you to know that when I say that you're good with him, I mean it. It's hard to find good people to watch Luca. Even when I had a nanny, I didn't necessarily trust her with everything. You know what I mean? But you? I really trust you."
"That means the world to me, Tony. Believe me, it really does. And I hope that you can continue to trust me"
"Only time will tell, right? I'm going to work from home Monday so that you can ease into watching Luca. I'll be right upstairs or close by in case you need my help."
"I'll be fine if you want to leave me alone and work outside of the house but I guess I’ll feel a little bit more comfortable having you around just in case."
I give her a nod before she starts to really get into making breakfast. I sit there smelling the bacon cooking and letting my stomach growl for the eggs.
But my body also growls in a different way, a primal one…for her. How can’t it when she’s there looking equally cute as a button as she does sexy as hell in her pajamas standing at the stove?
I enjoy her confidence in the kitchen and the way she navigates multitasking the preparation of something I know I’m going to devour for the first of many times for the rest of my life.
I can hardly wait.
It's weird to think someone displays confidence cooking what most might consider a simple breakfast but it's true. Just the way that she works in my particular kitchen as if she’s lived here for years turns me on mentally and physically.
She may not have lived here for years…yet…but that will change soon enough. I’m going to make sure of it.
As she flips the bacon her body moves just enough that her ass jiggle in her thin, cotton pajama pants. She must be wearing a thong because her perfect apple bottom is having a field day in those things. If I wasn't so hungry I'd get up right now, yank those pants right off her, and spread those cheeks so I could have my way with her.
Fuck me…she has such a perfect body, one of a kind. She even knows how to put on a ‘come and get it, big boy’ face without even trying. I bite down on my knuckles, using my fist as a proxy until I can get my mouth back on her incredible form once again.
After my ex-wife, I never thought that I would settle down. One of my men told me he thought that I would have an endless stream of women until I was eighty-five. The funny part about hearing that is the fact that I don't even think I'm going to make it to eighty-five, not to mention it’s absurd to think I’d even want to be with another woman, any woman, ever again.
But Cassandra came along and changed all of that.
I continue to watch her carefully involve Luca in the cooking process, all the while keeping him away from anything that might be dangerous. She's so good with him. I feel like I don't need to stick around on Monday but at the same time I want to. I want to be there to see her in action and be proud of her. Then again, I already am. Blown away to be precise.
* * *
I wakeup on Monday morning and I'm immediately reminded that Cassandra is in my bed. Her beautiful sleeping face is but a foot away from me. She looks so peaceful as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. I want to be at that level. Ironically enough, she brings me there to an extent. I'm not completely there, but I'm close. There are even times when I wish that I had a regular job and not one that involved well, things the government would want to get me for.
I turn over to look at the ceiling, reminded of the fact that I don't have a normal life. It makes me wonder if everything that I'm feeling in this bed right now is a lie. Am I just lying to myself? I've done terrible things. I'm the boss of many people who deep down want the power that I have in my family. Aside from Luca, no one else but Cassandra has made me more aware of the fact that my days are probably numbered.
"You're awake. For whatever reason I thought you were going to sleep later than me," Cassandra says while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her tank top is stretched to the side, the blanket on top of her only covering one of her tits. The other is right there in front of me, the nipple begging to be tweaked, licked, and sucked.
"Why do you think I would sleep late? Because I'm more stressed than you? That I'm trying to escape?"
Cassandra laughs while adjusting her tank top to make sure that her revealed breast is now covered. She probably does it simply out of habit. Even though I’ve seen her perfect body on display before, the way she’s inadvertently teasing me now still makes me want to yank that tank top off and see her breasts again.
And again. And again. And again. Forever.
"Do you have to psychoanalyze everything that I say? You question us a lot, don't you? Why can't you just accept that you have something good in front of you and understand that it doesn't need questioning?"
She sits up, my eyes fixated on her tits and her tank top. I wish that I wasn't such a pig but she's just so damn beautiful, so damn smart, and so damn caring that she triggered every emotion that I have going on inside of me. I've never been with a woman where I felt like I can't keep my hands off her…where it feels like I'm addicted to her emotionally. And that's how I feel with Cassandra.
"Enough with the questions, Cassandra."
I sit up in bed next to her and then take her tank top straps and pull them down to where they're at her elbows. Her tank top is still up, but her nipples are getting harder and harder by the second.
"Tony, you dog." She smiles.
I pull the thin material that separates me from paradise down completely, revealing those perfect breasts of hers. Perky little pink nipples that I immediately engulf in my mouth, sucking on the hard as rock peaks.