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Gio peppered my teary face with kisses.
“You, Olivia Valentino–” He kissed me again. “Are one of the most loving women I’ve ever had the honor of meeting.” He pressed his lips to the back of my hands. “This man used that against you.” He kissed my inner wrists. “Do not ever feel stupid for leaving your heart open, just because terrible people will try to take advantage of it.”
I leaned my head against his shoulder. “You’re too good to me.”
He shook his head. “No one could ever be too good for you.”
I smiled softly. “I guess I’m just glad this part is over. Now we know we can’t trust him.” I swallowed. “He’s just using me to get to you.”
Gio carded his hands through my hair gently. “That’s his loss.”
“I think it’ll be a little until I can believe that.” I patted his chest. “I just don’t know how I’m going to keep seeing him.”
“What if you don’t have to for a little?” Gio kissed the top of my head. “What if you, and me, and Elio just left town until you can look at him without crying or punching him or whatever’s running through that mind of yours?”
I picked my head up to look at him. “I’d really like that.”
He smiled. “Then I’ll plan us something. Don’t worry about a thing.”
My smile turned rueful. “I’d like that, too.”
“Well then, Mrs. Valentino, what do you say we get up off this floor?”
I pecked him on the lips. “Perfect!”
Gio collected his legs underneath him and stood, carrying me with him, bridal style. I gasped.
“I’ve got some trip planning to do, but I’m not going to leave you to wallow,” he murmured as he walked into our bedroom.
I nodded, excitement chasing the dregs of my sorrow from my veins. I didn’t know how long I’d be upset with Salvatore, or myself, but for now I just wanted a little uncomplicated pleasure.
He tossed me down on the bed, and I bounced, giggling.
He grinned. “There’s that smile.” His gaze turned wicked. “Let’s see what other expressions I can get out of you.”
Gio leaned over me and began peppering kisses up my arms once more, starting at my wrists. With every kiss a little closer to the top, he nipped and licked a little more. He made it all the way to the edge of my short sleeves, and I wriggled underneath him desperate for something more intense.
He considered for a moment, then gripped either side of my button-down shirt and pulled. The buttons exploded away from each other, scattering to every corner of the room, and revealing my plain, skin-tone bra to his eyes. I gasped and arched into the touch.
He shoved the cups down under my breasts and began peppering my chest with the same teasing kisses, growing increasingly more intense and closer to the nipple where I wanted him.
When he finally sucked one tender bud into his mouth, I groaned loudly.
Gio released his mouth and leaned up to meet my eyes. “How do you feel about Naples?”
“Naples is good!” I gasped. “Love Naples! Come here.”
I tried to grab him, but he escaped, sitting up entirely. His erection tented his pants, and I licked my lips.
“Sorry, carina, I have a trip to plan.” He stood and adjusted himself. “Feel free to keep yourself occupied.”
I launched a pillow at his head, and he dodged, laughing as he exited the room. I collapsed back onto the pillows and caught my breath.
If just the thought of getting away made us this carefree, I couldn’t imagine what actually seeing Naples would be like.
I smiled at the ceiling.
The only good thing about fighting with Gio was making up again.
*Olivia*
“Everything ready, carina?” Gio called out to me from the door to our suite. With one hand on the wood and the other on the frame, he gave me an easy-going grin as I raced back and forth across the seat.
Elio giggled from his car seat, his wide, bright eyes following me as I hurriedly stuffed last-minute things into my bags.
“Did you pack his ‘sharkie’? That’s his newest obsession,” I demanded, racing into Elio’s room to check if his stuffed animal was still in his crib or not. I pulled back the blanket, checking for the shark plush, but there was nothing there but a pacifier that probably needed to be washed and the pillow he used.
I grabbed his blanket anyway, racing back into the living room.
“I packed sharkie and the bunny,” Gio told me, amused as I knelt in front of Elio’s car seat, unfolding his white baby blanket and covering him with it, tucking in the sides so it wouldn’t slip away.
Our one-year-old gave me a toothy smile in response and I chuckled, kissing his cheeks and nose before I pulled away.
“Are you sure we have everything?” I asked Gio, anxiously, biting my bottom lip as I ran through the checklist one last time.
Gio pushed off the door, shaking his head as he stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He laid his chin on my shoulder, holding me close and I sighed, relaxing into the heat along my back.
“We’ll be fine, carina. If we forget anything, we can just buy it. Plus I doubt Elio will need too many toys on the trip. He’ll have so many new sights and sounds to investigate,” Gio told me convincingly, kissing my neck to calm me down.
“That’s true,” I hummed in agreement. “Alright then.”
“Let’s go!” Gio cheered, releasing me from behind and grabbing Elio’s car seat in one hand. Elio giggled, waving his arms happily as he cheered “Go!”
I laughed, holding onto my husband’s hand as he led us out of the house and toward the private helicopter waiting for us outside. After so many trips with Gio, his overly extravagant displays of wealth hardly fazed me anymore, not like when I first found out he owned a whole fleet of private jets.
Sometimes it was easy to forget that Gio and I came from totally different worlds, one where I was used to pinching pennies to make our groceries last, but Gio could have lobster dinners every night and still be rich.
It was a short ride to the private airport, and Elio loved it.
The pilot was already up front when we stepped into the jet. I took the time to fasten Elio’s car seat to the seat, triple-checking the secure fastenings just for my piece of mind. Gio didn’t say a word, but I could feel his eyes on mine as I did so.
There was no judgment. He just waited in case I did find something and needed help. Once I was sure his car seat was going nowhere, I settled next to Gio and buckled up.
“Let’s go,” Gio called out to the pilot, who leaned over his chair from the front and gave us a thumbs up. The door to the cockpit closed and the plane turned on. The plane rumbled to life and we began to move.
Elio cooed from his seat, looking all too calm while I gripped Gio’s hand tightly in mine, my mind rushing through all the things that could go wrong.
It was only once we were in the air and the light for the seatbelts to unfasten lit up that I breathed a sigh of relief and finally let go of the stranglehold I had on Gio’s hand. He chuckled, rubbing the feeling back into the white tips of his fingers, and kissed me on the forehead.
“I’ll watch Elio so you can try to get some more sleep, okay?” Gio whispered to me and I nodded, getting myself comfortable in my seat. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I shut my eyes and prepared to sleep for the four-hour flight.
When I woke, we would be in Naples.
Just like we planned, Gio woke me up before we started the landing process. We arrived just before noon and we managed to land safely without a hitch. Elio had fallen asleep sometime on the flight, and I carried his car seat out of the jet and down to the car already waiting for us.
