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I scooted back on the bed, pulling off the rest of the dress and leaving me in just a pair of plain cotton panties. Despite their plainness, Gio looked at me like I’d just shown him the most delicious dessert.
I leaned back on the pillows of the bed one of us had slept alone in too often recently and beckoned him forward.
He shucked his shirt and jacket, then undid his belt and shoved his pants down before climbing into bed with me. I watched the display, however efficient and utilitarian, with reverent eyes. I loved seeing him stripped out of the suit, no longer a mafia Don but just a man–a man who loved me, and who was going to turn the world upside down until we got our baby back.
He leaned over me on both arms, and I stroked a finger down his chest. He shivered at the contact, and I grinned.
I pulled my hand off his chest and booped him on the nose. He pressed his lips to my finger sweetly, and I lingered in the moment. My beautiful husband, rolling with the punches of my silliness with love shining in his eyes.
Then, he opened his mouth and licked a stripe up my finger with his talented tongue while meeting my eyes. I bit my lip and swallowed as I felt my underwear begin to soak through, but I didn’t move my finger.
With a small smile, he leaned forward and took my whole finger in his mouth. The wetness and warmth nearly overwhelmed me, and I gasped. He licked around the digit with the same talent and easy grace as I had felt so often between my legs, then bobbed up and down a few times in an imitation of fellatio.
His gaze never left mine, and I felt like I was drowning in his eyes. Like I was in a dream, I pressed another finger against his lips, and he accepted it with the first. He was barely touching me, and already I could feel my first orgasm building.
After a few moments, he released my fingers with a wet pop and rolled to the side, off me.
I gaped at him blankly.
“I want to watch you touch yourself,” he said, his voice rough. “Use those fingers, please.”
I swallowed heavily. I felt holy under his gaze, and I would do anything he asked in that moment. I stripped off my underwear with my other hand and lay bare before him.
He leaned up on an elbow for a better view and nodded.
I trailed my soaking fingers around my nipple and arced up into the touch in surprise. Usually, I didn’t like touching my own breasts much, but his saliva made the feeling electric. My fingers glided across my skin, and I teased my nipple to a point.
Gio panted, and I looked up at him. He gazed remained with my hand, hot and intense, and I trailed the hand down to my pubic hair while I watched his face. His pupils widened, and his eyes became half-slitted.
I dipped my fingers between my own lips with a soft moan. His gaze rocketed to my face, and he met my eyes for a moment. The air hummed between us, thick with tension, and I almost could have cum on the spot. I swiped my fingers across my clit, and his name escaped my lips on a gasp.
He groaned and palmed himself through his boxers. I realized, even with his mouth, I didn’t want to come without him.
I circled my clit again.
“Help me, please,” I begged.
He furrowed his eyebrows, and I grabbed the hand over his cock and positioned it at my entrance.
“I’ll touch myself. Please watch. But,” I moaned as he stroked up my slit, wetting his fingers, “I’ve missed you for too long.”
His mouth fell open, and he fucked into me with two fingers as I rubbed my clit in increasingly frantic circles. Moans dropped from my lips, wanton and desperate. He fucked me in time with my hands on my clit, and I met his gaze once more.
His eyes burned into me, and my orgasm swept over me. I spasmed around his fingers and nearly blacked out from the pleasure.
I scrabbled at the waistband of his boxers as I came down. “Need you inside me, please, please.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Gio stripped off his underwear and rolled back on top of me. He positioned himself with practiced ease and sank into me before the final ebbs of my first orgasm faded away.
He groaned, and I choked on a moan that almost became a scream. I’d missed this feeling, his bulk over me, his cock inside me. I never felt more complete.
As opposed to the frantic pace of my fingers, he fucked me slowly. He balanced on one arm and toyed with the breast I’d teased to attention with the other. My brain melted into a haze of pleasure. I thrust with him, arced into his touch, anything to get more of him as he kept the pace molasses-slow.
He smiled down at me, somewhere between teasing and loving, and I almost screamed at him to speed up. Even at this pace, I could feel a second orgasm on the horizon. I wanted to come around him desperately.
I grabbed his hips and tried to force him into me, deeper, harder, faster. I knew he could resist my weak grasp, but he indulged, meeting my hips loudly.
I moaned and dug my nails in, dragging him inside me. He trailed a finger over my nipple and whispered, “Almost, carina. Just wait for me.”
I groaned in disappointment and tried to stave off my own encroaching orgasm as he picked up speed. I wound a hand in his hair and pulled. He hissed with pleasure and picked up the pace. I leaned forward to flick my tongue across his nipple, and his breathing hitched.
After a moment of attention, his thrusts grew uneven, and I knew he was close.
“Come with me,” I begged.
He pressed his lips to mine and jerked with release. I tumbled over the edge after him as he filled me.
He rolled off me as we both caught our breaths. I grabbed his hand in the quiet and squeezed. We could face this together.
On the floor next to the bed, in his pants, Gio’s phone rang.
*Giovani*
Olivia and I looked at each other in frozen silence as my phone rang. Anyone could be on the other end of the line, with any news about Elena and our baby. My stomach swooped. I had received endless calls describing death and torture over my years as Don of the Valentino family, and no ringtone scared me as much as that one at that moment.
She twisted and stared into my eyes. I saw my own worry reflected back at me, but with an edge of determination. She pressed a hand to my cheek and nodded, and suddenly, I was vaulting out of bed and scrambling to reach the phone before it stopped ringing. I didn’t even check the display before hitting ‘answer’ and pressing the phone to my ear.
“What?” I barked. Nerves sharpened my voice, and I hoped I hadn’t yelled at someone who didn’t deserve it or wouldn’t understand.
Olivia scrambled to the end of the bed and perched there, straining to hear over my cell phone’s tiny speakers.
“I got something,” Alessandro said. “I found her.”
My eyes flew wide, and Olivia clapped a hand over her mouth. I sat down on the edge of the bed with her. She rested her head against my shoulder, likely to get closer to the phone, but the ease of sitting naked with her stole over me and settled my nerves. I wanted our baby back, but in the process, it seemed I might have gotten my wife back instead.
“Where?” I demanded.
“She’s still in Florence.” Alessandro sounded faintly surprised, and I couldn’t help but agree. “At a friend’s place.” He rattled off an address.
“A friend?” Olivia said. “So she’s got someone with her? Can we reach them?”
He hadn’t heard her, so I repeated her questions into the phone.
“Well,” Alessandro hedged, “not exactly. He’s out of town, so she’s got the place to herself, a whole house, and she’s all alone in there.”
I blew out a long breath. I’d seen this before, more than I liked. She was reacting like her man had been killed, even though I had simply rejected her, and of course, I was never hers to begin with. But all the women I knew who did stuff like this went in with an endgame, and that endgame usually had a body count.
“What do we know about the friend?” I asked. “Gun cabinet? Illegal weapons trade? Faulty fucking boiler?”
Olivia blanched and sat up as she followed my train of thought. “She wouldn’t….”
I shrugged. I didn’t think Elena would do any of the shit she did. I wanted to be prepared.
Alessandro sighed. “I haven’t had a chance to do much background. He’s a friend of a friend of mine, and all my friends are clean, but I didn’t check acquaintances. All seems quiet in there for now, though.”
