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“I’d like you to eat me out,” she said.
I grinned. No problem there, but it wasn’t exactly new.
“While I suck you off,” she finished as she turned to face my cock.
She had pictured this? Wanted to do it? Sixty-nine? Whatever blood remained in my brain disappeared.
“Yes, please, carina,” I mumbled. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward my face as she gave the tip of my cock an experimental lick.
I groaned and buried my face between her legs. The taste spread over my tongue, musky and magnificent. I felt her mouth envelop my cock, and I couldn’t help thrusting into the warmth. She moaned, which only increased the intensity. I struggled to keep my focus on her clit as she took me so expertly.
I twisted my tongue, flicked at her bud, lapped at her entrance, but every time she took me deeper, I moaned and lost the rhythm. She didn’t seem to mind, rocking onto my face with every thrust of my cock. Every sense became devoted to her, her sounds, her tastes, the way she felt around me. I had already been close to the edge just watching her come, and whenever she took control like this, it drove me wild.
She raked her nails down my inner thigh with another bright burst of pain, rolled her tongue along the bottom of my cock, and I was coming.
She took my load in her mouth, and I heard her swallow. That was almost enough to get me hard again. Then, she sat up, balancing her whole weight over my face, and I began devouring her with abandon. I gripped her hips, setting a bruising pace, and pulled out every trick I knew she liked. Her gasps turned to long moans of my name, and within what felt like moments, she went still once more and a flood of wetness covered my face. I lapped it up, like she had swallowed me down, with a grin.
She rolled off and landed next to me in the bed with a smile on her face. I stroked her cheek.
“Have I proven myself?” I asked.
She smiled wolfishly. “Almost.”
*Olivia*
The next day was Saturday, so Dahlia joined Gio and me at breakfast. For a moment, the table was completely quiet, and I could see Dahlia deciding whether to say anything.
“So….” she started.
I grabbed Gio’s hand and squeezed it. All of my worries from yesterday rose up again, and I didn’t want them to overtake me, but I didn’t want to block my best friend out of my life either.
“You can ask, Dolly,” I said finally. “But I don’t want to talk about it all day.”
She nodded. “What happened? Bad news?”
I opened my mouth, but the words died in my throat. I looked at Gio helplessly.
“Neither of us can have children naturally,” he said with a grimace. “Our options are surrogacy or adoption.”
Dahlia absorbed the information slowly. “And I suppose asking what you’re going to do falls under talking about it?”
I nodded vehemently.
She clapped her hands together. “Then it sounds like you’re in need of a day of distraction. The brain—especially yours, Olive—works better when it can’t focus on the problem it needs to solve.”
Gio squeezed my hand. “That’s probably a good idea. I have a busy day ahead of me, and I don’t want you on your own.”
I inhaled slowly. “Okay, but nothing crazier than a day trip.”
Dahlia tapped a finger on her chin. “Siena? Parma? Milan?”
I sat up straighter in my chair. “I’ve always wanted to see Milan.”
She grinned. “Of course you do, you big nerd. Lemme guess. You’re gonna drag me to all the galleries and churches instead of the gorgeous luxury fashion houses, right?”
I put up my hands. “Hey, I want to see the luxury fashion, too.”
We all laughed, and I felt a little of the tension go out of my shoulders. A day in Milan would take my mind off everything.
“Maybe we can take the train?” I offered. “Should be a short enough trip to get us there and back in a day.”
Gio scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll take the jet.”
My hackles went up instantly. “Don’t tell me what I’m going to do. It’s my day out. The train is cheaper, and I might like to see the countryside.”
Gio bristled for a moment, but I watched him take a deep breath and regain himself. “Yes, of course. I can’t make this decision for you. But as I keep reminding you, you don’t have to worry about money anymore, and the jet will give you more time in Milan.”
I tried to steady my temper as well. “I don’t like always taking the fanciest option just because it’s available.”
He drew my knuckles up to his lips. “Carina, Dmitri may be gone, but I will always have enemies. A train is just the sort of kill box that’s perfect for assassins and kidnappers. Please, I beg of you, take the jet for my sake.”
I glanced at Dahlia, who had started bouncing up and down in her seat at the mention of taking a private jet. I really thought I would’ve liked to see the Italian countryside through a train window, but I couldn’t bear to disappoint the two most important people in my life.
“Alright,” I relented.
Dahlia cheered. “We’ll just finish eating, get dressed, and head out. Can you set up the private jet, Gio?”
He nodded, and Dahlia fell to the business of scarfing her breakfast. I finished mine a bit more slowly, so we had a moment alone after she left.
“Will you be alright all day without me?” I asked. It was silly, I knew, but I was feeling protective after his outburst yesterday.
He smiled. “I will be alright. Take this day. Clear your head. We’ll attack the problem tomorrow.”
I dropped a kiss on the top of his head and went to our room to dress.
When I came back down, I found Dahlia practically vibrating at the bottom of the stairs. She’d selected a fitted, charcoal gray sweater dress and chunky ankle boots that made her look stylish and mature. I’d waffled for a while, eventually settling on a cream colored sweater I’d bought at a local shop in Florence and a pair of skinny jeans, as well as my own favorite low-heeled boot. Comfortable and cool, I thought.
She grabbed my hand as I reached the bottom of the stairs. “Ready for the jet?”
I laughed. “I’ve taken the jet before, a few times.”
She pouted. “Don’t ruin my fun. I only get cousin perks, not wife perks.”
“Alright, alright.” I looped my arm through hers. “Let’s go make the best of this day.”
She skipped all the way to the plane and was disappointed to learn the flight would only be about half an hour. I couldn’t hold in another giggle as we boarded, and she swatted me.
I was looking forward to a great day.
After our all-too-brief flight, we descended on Milan. Dahlia demanded we go to the Brera district, the heart of boutique shopping in the city, and I whole-heartedly agreed. The brightly colored building crowded in on all sides, and we had to leap out of the path of more than one Vespa scooter speeding past without looking. We shopped lazily and ate a slow lunch, grabbing snacks in nearly every other café we came across.
In one shop, Dahlia found a whole wall of hats and insisted we each get one.
“On one condition,” I said. “You pick out mine and I pick out yours.”
