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Somewhere in the distance, I heard someone clear their throat loudly, and I jumped away from our kiss, my cheeks burning. Dahlia and Tallon were both staring at us, Dahlia with a knowing smirk on her face, but Tallon looking pretty grossed out.
“Sorry, Tallon, the vodka made me do it,” Gio said with a shrug, then he winked at me.
We all got into the hot air balloon, and Gio wrapped his arms around me before saying, “I am not letting you fall out of this death trap.”
“I don’t think it’s a death trap,” I laughed. “And I wasn’t planning on jumping over the side.”
He nodded but didn’t take his hands off of me. He was covering up his fear well, but I found it adorable that he wanted to keep me safe even in a situation that wasn’t especially dangerous.
The views from the balloon were phenomenal. Our pilot pointed out the most famous buildings that she thought we might like, and Dahlia took a million pictures of everyone and the landscape while Tallon made quips about teaching Renaissance-era Italian peasants about selfies. Giovani stayed fairly quiet, just keeping his arms wrapped around me and making sure that I could see everything our pilot talked about. It was the perfect afternoon, one of the best we’d had in a long time.
By the time we landed, the air was getting chillier, and the sun was low in the sky. Tallon hurried us back to the car so that we could make our dinner reservation in time. He had booked out an entire place so that we could eat in peace without worrying about who was coming in and going.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I understood why Tallon had been so insistent that we get there at a certain time. The dining area was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows so that when the sun began to set, the entire restaurant was washed in glorious pinks and oranges.
“Tallon, this is amazing,” I said as soon as we were seated.
“It’s honestly better than I was expecting,” he responded. “I’d heard of this place, but I hadn’t seen any pictures. Now I know why. A picture could never do this any justice.”
Giovani nodded his agreement, but Dahlia picked up her phone and immediately began to attempt to capture the light. She sat her phone down when the head chef made his way to our table with a massive tray of vegetables and cheese.
“Good evening.” He spoke with an English accent. “I have prepared for you a delicious meal all made with local foods. We work with our farmers to harvest ingredients only when they are ready so that our meals are as fresh and flavorful as possible. We will time out your dinner so that dessert comes out right when the sun sinks below the horizon. Let me start you off with an antipasto platter paired with a prosecco made at the vineyard just down the road. On the platter, you will see a colorful array of fall vegetables paired with an assortment of cheeses. Please ask your server if you would like to know more about any of the food that we will prepare for you today. And enjoy!”
The chef moved out of the way so that our server could pour our prosecco. The bubbles glinted in the colors of the evening sun, and it struck me, all of a sudden, how wild it was that this was just how we were spending our weekend. We weren’t celebrating anything. It wasn’t anybody’s birthday. This was just the type of luxury that the Valentino family was used to. And if I was being honest with myself, it was the type of luxury that I was growing used to as well.
After our prosecco was poured, Dahlia raised her glass to toast, “To the perfect day with the people I love.”
Her words left me a little teary as I considered everything that the four of us had gone through together. There was nobody that I would rather have by my side through it all. We clinked our glasses and drank, with everyone exclaiming over how perfect the wine was.
The evening passed by in a blur of delicious food and wine that paired perfectly with each course. Just as the chef had promised, our desserts arrived right when the light from the sun fully disappeared. The restaurant was lit only by candlelight so that we were still able to see the stars in the sky through the massive windows.
Gio’s hand rarely left my thigh as the evening progressed. In fact, the more wine he drank, the more suggestive he became, until I was sure that Dahlia or Tallon was going to say something. I didn’t mind; the wine and the beautiful environment were getting me hot and bothered as well. By the time we had finished our dessert, I was more than ready to get home so that I could devour something other than food.
I fell asleep on the ride home and woke to Gio pressing his lips to my hand.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured before scooping me up and carrying me out of the car.
“Good night, you two!” Dahlia called out before disappearing into her room.
“Thank you, Tallon, I didn’t know how much we needed this,” Gio said over the top of my head.
“Thank you, Tallon,” I repeated, my voice muffled against Gio’s chest. I was too tired to look up.
Giovani carried me to our bed, then set me down gingerly.
“I have been waiting to get you alone all day,” he said in a low voice.
Desire flared in my heart. Suddenly, I was wide awake and ready for my man.
*Giovani*
The love of my life was laid out on our bed looking at me with the most seductive eyes I’d ever seen, and all I wanted was to rip her clothes off and sink my cock deep inside her. But I wasn’t a fucking animal, and I knew from experience that although fast, rough sex felt good in the moment, it was never as satisfying as taking my sweet time and worshipping Olivia’s body the way she deserved.
She lay there expectantly, still looking a bit drowsy from the nap she’d taken on the way home, but definitely waking up quickly now that we were alone.
“What should I do to you, sweet Olivia?” I asked, wanting to hear dirty words on her delicate lips.
It drove me crazy to hear her tell me exactly what she wanted from me. She bit her lip as she thought, then looked up at me with a slow grin.
“I want you to strip for me,” she said proudly.
For a second I was stunned into silence. Strip for her? I wasn’t sure someone like me was even capable of making that look sexy. At the same time, I wanted to make her happy. I forced myself to stop overthinking it and reached up to take my shirt off by the collar. I had figured out that women absolutely loved that, and Olivia was no exception. As soon as I had my shirt off, her eyes were glazed over with lust. As always, when I was intimate with her, I was so fucking glad that I had kept up a solid gym habit over the years.
“Shirt for a shirt?” I asked her, not wanting to wait any longer to see her perfect body.
“Hm… I don’t think that’s fair, I’m wearing a dress. You owe me at least one other item of clothing,” she responded.
Before she could even finish her sentence, I tugged off my socks and shoes.
“There, that’s four,” I said proudly. She had dropped her shoes somewhere before I had even gotten her to the bed. I knew all she had on her now was her dress, bra, and panties.
“You’re cheating!” she protested, but she sat up to pull off her dress anyway.
No matter how many times I saw her naked, it would never stop taking my breath away. She was wearing a white lacy bra, and I could see her nipples peeking through the fabric. The thong she had on had shifted when she took her dress off, and I could almost see her folds. I wanted to taste her so badly my mouth was watering. She sat there looking up at me expectantly.
“What, that didn’t count as four?” I asked.
“Definitely not!” she laughed. “Now strip!”
“My woman is so demanding,” I muttered as I unbuckled my belt and whipped it out of my pants. The sound made her gasp and turned my thoughts to how fun it would be to tie her hands together with it, but that would be a game for another day. Right now, our mutual striptease was more than enough to get me going.
She reached up and slowly pulled one of her bra straps down her arm, looking at me to gauge my reaction. I was entranced watching her drag the white fabric down her creamy skin. Finally, she pulled the strap low enough to let her breast fall out of the bra cup. Before I could stop myself, I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth. She moaned loudly and laid back to give me better access. My dick strained against my pants, but I was too focused on pleasuring Olivia to set it free.
She writhed beneath me, forgetting to even finish taking the bra off. I pulled the other side down for her, then switched to licking and sucking on that nipple. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer and closer to her until I was damn near suffocated by her ample breasts.
I reached one hand down and hooked it around the waistband of her thong before yanking down so that her sex was bared. While I continued to tease her breasts with my mouth, I moved my hand so that I could sink two fingers inside of her. As I suspected, she was already insanely wet for me. I groaned and nipped at her as I fought back the urge to take her right then and there. I wanted to slow down, but damn, it was hard to go slow with Olivia. Everything with her was so hot and heavy, from the moment we first started fucking. She brought a passion out in me that I hadn’t ever felt before.
I continued to pump her with my fingers, occasionally dragging them across her clit until I was sure that she was on the verge of orgasm. Only once she was gasping and damn near incoherent did I finally allow myself to pull off my pants and underwear. When she saw what I was doing, she spread her legs wide for me and whimpered, “Yes, Gio, please, I need you.”
Her words almost made me come without even touching her, but I managed to push my way inside of her hot core. She clung to me, pulling me closer with her arms and legs. I pressed my hand between us, determined to make her orgasm before me, no matter how close I was. She tugged my face closer and captured my mouth with her own, our teeth and tongues clashing together in our need.
With only a few more pumps, I could tell that she was on the cliff of a beautiful orgasm. I circled her clit with my thumb just like I knew she loved, and she gasped as she came. Her pussy clenched around me and forced my orgasm right out of me. The entire time, she kept her arms wrapped around me.
When I was sure that she was spent, I rolled off her and pulled her in close. I loved to cuddle with her after making her come. She always looked disheveled in the sexiest way. It was a vulnerable side of her, and I knew I was privileged to see it. If I spent every night like this for the rest of my life, I would die a very happy man.
“I love you,” I murmured against her ear.
She snuggled in closer before responding, “I love you too.”
We lay in silence for a little while longer when it occurred to me that I had no idea what kind of future Olivia envisioned for herself. I hoped that she planned for me to be a part of it, but I had no idea what she pictured other than that. Did she see herself having a family someday like I did?
“Carina, do you ever want to have kids?” I asked, knowing my question would seem out of the blue, but also that the best time to ask questions was when we were cuddled up happily in our bed.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe someday. Actually, yeah, I definitely want to be a mom, eventually. But I’ve got to get my degree first.”
