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“But he’s okay now because the Don died!” I blurted.
“New York,” he murmured. “Your family used to live there?”
I nodded. “Right after I was born.”
He hummed. “And you believe him? That he’s out?”
I crossed to the couch and perched on his lap, pulling his face until he looked at me. “Yes, I really do.”
He pursed his lips, and his gaze drifted off my face. I knew that look. It was his checking-the-facts look.
I huffed. “Do you know something I don’t?”
He shook his head, and the look cleared. “No, carina. I just… have a bad feeling.”
“I would appreciate it,” I pressed a kiss to his cheek, “if you would forget that feeling,” I kissed his other cheek, “and just trust my judgment. Having him around makes me happy.”
I pulled back to study his expression. His eyebrows knitted for a moment, like he wanted to disagree, but he took a deep breath and his expression smoothed into a smile.
“Anything for you,” he said grandly.
I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him properly. One of his hands gripped my hip to steady me, and suddenly I needed him. After all the stress of the past few weeks, after the relief of a normal dinner, after the easy way he capitulated to me, I needed that release.
I deepened the chaste kiss, chasing his tongue with mine, and turned so I straddled him instead of sitting demurely side-saddle. My dress, a simple black velvet number with a modest neck and hem, slid up to reveal most of my thighs and the bottom of my plain cotton panties.
Gio groaned and ran a hand up the exposed skin. I kissed him harder, deeper, and he leaned back against the couch, slowly reclining into the relaxed position I found him in. His hardening cock lined up with my covered entrance, and I ground down into him.
The couch creaked under our weight. I pulled my mouth away from his for a moment.
“I don’t want to wait,” I whispered. “But Elio’s in the next room. Can you be quiet?”
After our trip to Bologna, we’d soundproofed our bedroom, but we kept the rest of the suite permeable so we could hear Elio without the baby monitor if we ever misplaced it.
He smirked. “Can you?”
I nipped his lower lip, and he hissed.
“Point taken,” he murmured. “We’ll both just be careful.”
He slid his hands up my thighs, rucking the dress even higher, up the bodice, and to the top of the neck where the zipper sat. With a single smooth movement, he pulled it all the way down. The dress sloughed off my arms, exposing the simple, skin-toned bra I’d selected for the occasion.
I started to blush at my plain underwear, but the lust in Gio’s eyes distracted me. He cupped my still-covered breasts with reverent hands.
A small smile teased my mouth. He found me sexy in anything.
With the same easy confidence and desire, he pulled both cups down below my breasts in unison. They bounced free, and he leaned up to capture a nipple in his mouth.
I stifled a gasp and clutched the back of his head. His tongue swirled over the quickly hardening bud, coaxing it to attention. I rocked against him, feeling my panties cling stickily to my legs already.
I ran my other hand up under his shirt, tracing the ridges of his crunched abs and toying with his nipples, drawing low moans that vibrated over my flesh.
I shivered. I had to have him inside me.
With the hand in his hair, I pulled him back, and pressed him against the couch. He gaped up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, and I smiled.
I tugged his pants down, and his cock sprang free. Then, I pulled my panties aside and positioned myself above him.
He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth as I lowered myself onto him.
I couldn’t stop a low groan as I settled into the familiar feeling of his length seated inside me. I ached and stretched in all the most perfect ways. Weeks of nerves left my muscles as my hips met his.
I could spend forever here, with Gio staring up at me and his cock inside me.
He sat up suddenly, crushing me to his chest and changing the angle in a way that made me choke on a moan. Like this, he set a bruising pace. My breasts bounced against his shirt, my nipples constantly teased by the friction. He lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking, leaving behind the sting I knew meant I would be marked tomorrow.
I grabbed his hip and buried my face in his neck. Pleasure ripped through me in tidal waves, threatening to pull me under.
He threaded a hand between all of our clothes to find my clit, and my brain nearly whited out. His fingers moved over me in rhythm with the meeting of our bodies, and it only took a few expert circles until my orgasm crashed over me.
Despite my best efforts, I called out his name.
A few more thrusts and he was coming inside me. He collapsed down onto the couch bonelessly, and I slumped against the back.
I caught my breath and stared down at him. A teasing smirk kissed his lips. The fire started between my legs again. We were far from done.
“You didn’t exactly meet your own challenge, carina.” He stroked one of my breasts softly.
I pouted. “You make it too hard.”
He thrust softly up into me, reminding me just how hard he could make things. I groaned low in my throat.
He chuckled and sat up, shifting me gently off his lap. “Now we know. Olivia lacks the self-control to have sex all over the suite while our son sleeps.”
I smacked him and enjoyed the way his eyes dropped instantly to my swaying breasts. “He didn’t even wake up.”
Gio swept me up in his arms and kissed me. “I’m only teasing, carina. Now, what do you say you strip for me and head into the bedroom so I can make you scream as loud as I damn well please?”
A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. “Only if you do the same.”
“Scream?” he smirked. “Deal, if you can pull it off.”
I stood, allowing the dress to tumble off my hips. His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly in his throat, and I grinned. I unhooked my bra and shoved my ruined panties down. Now bare, I strutted across the room to our door.
“C’mon, slowpoke,” I teased.
He rocketed off the couch, his cock bobbing, and tore his clothes off. His T-shirt landed halfway across the room, and as he pulled his pants down, I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I smiled. He’d been waiting up for me for a reason.
I crooked a finger and disappeared into the bedroom, his footsteps loud behind me.
“Wait on the bed,” he said, a low rasp in his voice betraying how turned on he was even better than his already-hardening cock. “I have something I want to try.”
He disappeared into the closet, and I spread myself on the coverlet.
