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Gio winced and leaned in to me. “I had the private jet set to leave at three.”
I couldn’t keep the grimace off my face. I wanted to see my baby. Everything in me ached to hold that image in my heart, to treasure it through the months to come. But I couldn’t deny how badly Gio and I needed time away. The stress of the surrogacy was really starting to get to me, and I had to hope a few days in Tuscany would fix that.
Elena looked up from her phone. “Everybody just got weird. What’s up?”
“Um,” I said, “we actually have a trip planned this weekend. Tuscany.”
“Oh!” Elena brightened. “Well, maybe I can reschedule the appointment. Hell, maybe I can come with.”
My heart sank. Rescheduling would be great, but the point of the trip was privacy. As much as I loved Elena, bringing her along would ruin that.
“It’s a husband and wife trip,” Gio said firmly.
Elena frowned. “Are you sure? I’m so fun on vacation, and I bet the baby would love it.”
My conversation with Dahlia came screaming back. Who would want to come on someone else’s romantic vacation?
Gio took my hand. “I’m certain.”
Elena shrugged. “Fair enough.”
The rest of lunch passed a little awkwardly, but it passed, and Friday arrived before I knew it.
The moment in the café with Elena kept bothering me. I didn’t like how she’d pressed, didn’t like how she’d brought up the baby. But when I shared my concerns with Dahlia as I packed, she just nodded sagely and said, “Definitely weird, but if you let her ruin the trip by worrying, she might as well have come.”
I held those words in my heart like a talisman. I would not let her ruin my trip. I took Gio’s hand as the sun started to dip low over the horizon and boarded the jet, the appointment rescheduled for when we got back.
“I love you,” I said suddenly.
He pressed my hand to his lips. “I love you too, carina. Why now?”
“For picking the perfect time for this trip. We’re gonna have the best time.” I smiled up at him, convincing myself as much as I was him.
The plane ride passed quickly, and we dropped our bags at the villa and changed for dinner before heading out. At Dahlia’s suggestion, I’d gotten a new dress for the occasion, skimpier than I normally would have chosen because Gio let slip that we would exclusively be eating in private rooms.
I changed in the huge closet of the villa so I could see his reaction. The dress was made of a silken, clinging black material that hugged my every curve. The front and back both dipped wildly low, nearly exposing the top of my ass and barely holding onto my breasts. The skirt draped all the way down to the floor, even in the glittering silver heels I picked out, and there was a slit up to my mid-thigh that was only visible when I moved.
I forewent a bra and, after a second’s hesitation, underwear. Then, I stepped out of the closet.
Gio turned to face me in the middle of tying his tie, then froze.
“Mio dio,” he murmured.
“Like it?” I asked, doing a little twirl to reveal the slit.
“Like it? Carina, you’re lucky I’m starving, or you wouldn’t leave that bed until the plane left on Sunday.” His voice sounded hoarse already.
I stepped up to him, finally almost eye-level in the heels, unknotted his tie, and threw it on the bed. “We won’t need that til later.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly. I undid the top two buttons of his shirt, then took his hand. “Dinner awaits!”
Something like a growl tore out of his throat, and he swatted my ass with his free hand as I led him out of the room.
As promised, we ate course after course of Tuscan delicacies in the back room of a restaurant, and the wine flowed freely. We laughed and talked like we hadn’t in weeks, and Gio could barely keep his hands off me. Our easy chemistry resurfaced, and I felt like I was falling in love with my husband all over again.
“Can you believe this all started when you picked me up from the airport?” I asked.
He smiled. “I will never forget how you looked climbing into my car that first time.”
I laughed. “Me either! But I felt so silly crushing on literally the first Italian man I had a conversation with.”
He rested his hand on my knee. “You felt strange? I was, to use your terminology, crushing on a nineteen-year-old family friend.”
I took a sip of wine, savoring the taste of Chianti grapes. “Did you ever imagine we’d end up here?”
He shook his head. “Not in a million years. My wildest fantasies at that moment were that I might get away with a one-night stand.”
I hummed. “That would’ve been pretty hot. Imagine being able to say I had a mafia Don in my bed for one night?”
He chuckled quietly and slid his hand up my thigh. The fabric of my dress slipped easily out of his path, but he stopped before he reached where I suddenly needed him.
“Oh yeah? Do you want to know what I’d be like if you never got to have me again?”
I bit my lip. We had great sex all the time, but I couldn’t deny I thought about it. And all night, it felt like our relationship was being reborn. What if we played like we were really starting over?
I nodded. His eyes darkened, but he tried to put on the hard look I’d only seen him use when he was talking to his men.
He moved his hand all the way up my inner thigh, exposing my bare pussy to the warm air of our private dining room.
“I’m surprised a nice girl like you would dress like this for a first date.” He licked his lips. “But I guess that’s one way to catch a Don’s attention.”
*Olivia*
Gio glanced at the door the waiters had been coming through. “Since you’re such a nice girl, I’ll ask. Do you want me to finger you to a screaming orgasm right here, where anybody could come in, or just get you soaking wet before I take you back to my place?”
I swallowed. “I’d love to see your place, Don Valentino.”
A small smile cracked Gio’s fa?ade at the title, and I almost lost focus and pounced on my beautiful husband.
“Let me call for the check—” he started.
I shook my head. “But I approached you because I know I can handle it. If we only have this one night, I want everything you can give.”
A hungry smile spread across his face. “I’m sure you can.”
Gio’s hand finally finished its climb up my leg to meet the wet heat at my center. I covered my mouth as a groan escaped, but with his other hand, he pulled the block away.
“I thought you said you could handle it?” His gaze was severe on my face as his thumb began circling my clit ever so lightly.
I hesitated. I’d gotten used to loud sex, and not covering my mouth, I knew I would struggle. The harshness in his eyes broke immediately, and the love and concern I always associated with him broke through. I could call it right here, and he’d take me home. We could play this game, or have regular sex, or whatever I wanted, and he wouldn’t mutter a word of complaint.
My heart overflowed with love, and that only cemented my decision.
I nodded desperately. “I can, I can. Don’t stop, please. Can I just distract my hand?”
