Chapter Fifty-One

Irene

“Careful,” Zach said, his breath fanning her ear. His hands covered her eyes, and she had to rely on him to know where to go. “Turn to the left.”

Irene followed his directions and turned to the left.

“Wait a second. Close your eyes, and don’t peek.”

She felt Zach’s hands on her shoulders and felt that she was being turned around. Behind her, she heard a door open. Then she was being turned back around and pushed forward.

“Go ahead, slowly.” Zach’s breath fanned her neck again.

She took a few steps forward. Then he turned her back around and made her walk backward until the backs of her knees hit something.

“Stop. You can sit now.”

She heard him move away for a bit.

“Open your eyes.”

When she opened her eyes, blinking against the bright light, she saw she was in an office similar to Zach’s. “What is this? Why am I here?” Irene looked at him blankly.

“This is your new office,” Zach beamed.

“My office?” Irene frowned. “Why do I need an office?”

“Well, you are a donna now. You’re not going to work in the city anymore, but I thought you would like to do something useful while you are here.

“And when I thought a little more, I thought that the traditional jobs donnas have are not really suitable for you. So I provided this office for you, so you can help me out.

“Be my PA here; do some administrative work. I think that’ll suit you better.”

Zach moved in front of her chair and knelt, his arms leaning on her knees. “I want to do this together with you, or not at all. So please, accept this job for me.

“Lead this family together with me. We’ll be unbeatable, we’ll be unstoppable, we’ll be invincible until we die. Please, be my donna.”

Irene nodded. “I’ll be your donna,” she whispered. “If you’ll be my don.”

Zach leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. “I’ll always be your don.”

He kissed her again while lifting her up from her chair to sit down himself and place her on his lap. He leaned back a little to take a breath and looked intensely into her eyes.

“I love you, Irene. I love you so much.”

That night, Zachary caught Irene when she was about to walk into the dining hall for dinner.

He’d had some meetings that afternoon, so he had to leave her on her own, but now he made time. He’d cleared his whole evening to be with the love of his life.

“Irene.”

She turned when she felt a hand catch hers.

“Zachary.” She looked surprised when she saw him.

“Come with me,” he smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I have something planned for us.”

He took her outside, and when they walked through the door, he picked up a basket.

“What are we going to do?” Irene asked curiously.

“You’ll see,” Zachary answered, as he helped her into his truck.

About fifteen minutes later, he stopped his car at an open clearing in the middle of the forest. He helped her out of his truck and took the basket.

“Here, hold this,” he said, and he gave the basket to Irene. He turned back to his truck and took a few blankets from the back seat.

He spread one out in the middle of the clearing and took a seat. Irene placed the basket in the middle of the blanket and sat beside him.

“Are we going to have a nightly picnic or something?” She smiled.

“Something like that.” Zach smiled too and started taking things out of the basket. The first things he unpacked were candles.

He placed them in a circle around the blanket, making sure they wouldn’t fall over and light anything else on fire, and lit them.

A while later, Zach poured some more wine into their glasses. They’d just finished eating and now sat lazily on the blanket.

“Look.” Irene pointed at the star-littered sky. “A shooting star. Make a wish.”

Zach looked at the sky, then into Irene’s eyes, and then he closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, he noticed that Irene was closer than she was before. She gave him a peck on the lips and smiled.

Zach leaned forward, making Irene lean backward until she lay flat on her back. He hovered over her and kissed her.

Their kisses deepened the longer they kissed. Irene moaned, softly, but Zach heard it anyway and kissed possessively.

When Zach pulled back for air, he looked at Irene. Her hair was spread out over the blanket, her lips were red and swollen, and her eyes full of lust.

Zach kissed her again, giving her little pecks on her lips, on her cheek, below her ear, and then he brushed his lips over his mark. Irene jolted up with a loud moan.

The tingles he felt in his lips were driving him crazy. Her scent was intoxicating—it drove him wild.

Zach leaned on one arm, to not put his weight fully on Irene, and with his other hand, he traveled down. When he got to the hem of her shirt, he pulled it up to caress her bare stomach.

He felt how sensitive she was as he felt her goosebumps on her skin. His hand traveled upward, taking her shirt with him, until he reached her breasts. He pulled her bra downward to free her nipple and gave it a little tug.

Then he moved to the other one, doing the same. Irene wriggled impatiently underneath him, rubbing against his hardness with her legs.

“Don’t move,” he warned her.

“I can’t,” she complained. “You’re taking too long.”

He pulled his head back a little to look at her. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here and not take you like a madman.”

“Zach.” Irene caressed his cheek. “You need to be faster. I need you. I need you in me.”

A wave of her arousal washed over him. “You want it fast, huh?”

Irene nodded lustfully, then pushed Zach off of her. She sat straight up and removed her shirt. Zach sighed when he saw her like that. Then she stood up and removed her pants as well, leaving her only in her underwear.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Zach said lowly.

Irene pushed Zach backward so he was lying on his back, and she climbed on top of him. She rubbed her hands over his chest, making it tingle between them.

“Irene,” Zach sighed.

Her hands traveled south, to the edge of his pants, and she fumbled with his belt. He removed her hands to take off his pants himself.

When he was done, she immediately climbed on top of him again, giving him no time to take control. His hands automatically wrapped around her waist to keep her there.

She rubbed her hands over his chest again and let them travel into his boxers.

Zach moaned and closed his eyes. “Irene, I want you.” He lifted her up and placed her on her back again.

“Take me, Zach,” Irene whispered. “I am yours.”

The next morning, they still lay there on that blanket, with another one covering their bare bodies. Zach lay on his side and looked at Irene, who looked right back at him. Zach sat up and frowned. He looked at her as if he saw something she couldn’t.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Zach shook his head. “I think I’m seeing things, or better, sensing things. I think my senses are in overdrive.”

“Why?” Irene caressed his cheek.

“It’s like…” Zach looked her up and down, deep in thought. He was reading her, inside and out. “I think you’re… You’re…”

“Say it, Zach, you’re driving me nuts.”

“You’re pregnant.”