Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 349 -

*Olivia*

"Of course I will." I beamed with joy, latching my arms around his neck as I jumped into his arms. The sunshine was bursting inside of my chest, almost like I could implode from it, but I didn't care. There was no hesitation in his movements as Giovani swept me into his arms, and I shrieked in surprise as he lifted me off my feet and spun me around in circles.

I burst into giggles, pushing my face into his shoulder as the world blurred around me. I wasn't scared, not in the slightest. He was my anchor, and I knew no matter what happened, he would be there for me.

Our laughter rang loud and clear, and even though the room had turned into a dizzying blur, I saw him clearly. His beautiful shining eyes and loving expression were everything I could see as we slowed to a stop, but he didn't let me down. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, and then his lips were on mine. Though by now I'd kissed him what must've been a hundred times, I could still feel the little flutter in my stomach.

I loved him more and more each day, more than I thought possible. And the thought of waking up next to him, saying good morning to the person I loved every single day, was enough to send me into a giddy whirl.

We broke apart, breathing hard, and I beamed brilliantly at him, happier than I ever thought possible. Living together in one room-I never imagined we'd take this step today, but here we were.

"Let me show you around." He laughed, setting me back onto my feet. He grasped my hand in his, intertwining our fingers like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.

The sitting room was the first entryway. The fireplace was the first thing I noticed, a marble stone surrounding the fire. Above it was a little cove with a window overlooking the rose garden.

There was a white L-shaped couch, simple but efficient, and a wooden coffee table with a vase of red flowers on it, two chairs perfect for lounging, and a bookcase. There was a simple glass door heading into the garden, and the light that it let in was enough to illuminate the whole room.

On the ceiling were simple, circular lights, but with the amount of sunlight that naturally poured in, they wouldn't be necessary except at night.

There was hardly any decoration. The walls were blank, and all the furniture was left in simple neutral colors. Even the walls were a washed-out beige, nothing spectacular. Most would see the room as plain or too simple, but I saw it as it was. I didn't just see a sitting room. I saw potential on the empty mantle above the fireplace-somewhere to put up photos. I saw a plant in the empty space in the corner-grown together from a little seeding.

I saw paintings on the walls, colorful pillows on the couch, and a reading corner with a light stand and books piled up upon the shelves.

The door on the right led to the bedroom, and if I thought the sitting room was massive, it had nothing on the bed.

A giant, over-sized king bed sat in the middle of the room, the headboard pushed against one of the walls, leaving massive amounts of space on either side. I swore we could fit four of me on that bed and still have room.

Like the rest of the house, it was done in simple, neutral colors, modern and chic with a white frame and grey bedding. It came all the way to the floor with what looked like drawers built inside of it.

On both sides of the bed were matching white nightstands with a lamp on each one. There was another bookshelf, two dressers, and a vanity with a chair.

On the stone tile floors was a black and white rug, matching the gray walls. I noticed the unusual texture of the walls and turned to Giovani with a questioning look.

He smirked, looking quite devious as he leaned into my ear and whispered, "That's soundproofing."

I turned a bright red.

I was secretly glad for the change, however. I didn't have to worry about being quiet ever again, that was for sure.

On one side of the room was an open doorway, and I checked inside to replace a massive walk-in closet. It was divided into two parts, probably for his and hers. The back wall was lined with cupboards for shoes and other trinkets. There was a table in the middle of the closet with a glasswork finish and even more drawers all around the space, which I had a sneaking suspicion were supposed to be for jewelry.

I had seen Dahlia's closet, after all.

As amazing as the rest of the suite was, I was not prepared for the bathroom, not at all. For as decadent as the rest of the house was, the bathroom didn't just take the cake, it ate the whole thing or sold it for twice the price. There was a beautiful chandelier from the ceiling with jewels dangling from each of its eight spokes, and the light hit it just right to make it look like the room was sparkling. The floor was a dark marble, so shiny I could see every inch of my reflection in it.

The counter was made of dark wood with granite tops, and there were even gold holders for the towels embedded into the wall. A full-length mirror hung on each side of the two sinks. There was a huge window overlooking a grove of trees. But what blew me away the most was the absolutely massive bathtub.

It was less like a tub and more like a mini swimming pool. It would fit six of me, and I was sure I could actually swim in it if I wanted. I certainly could submerge myself without getting water all over the floor, and that was a big win in my book. On the other side of the room was a huge walk-in shower with full glass windows all around it. There was no leaving anything up to the imagination, and by the smirk on Giovani's face when I gestured to it, I knew full well that was what he had intended.

Even with all the luxury, the suite still managed to capture what I had loved so much about Giovani-the simplicity in things.

Besides the chandelier and gold towel handles, there was barely any flaunting of wealth. Everything was functional and served a purpose, with no golden statues on the fireplace or dead stuffed deer heads mounted to the walls. Giovani held me in his arms, stuck to me like glue as I gazed wondrously at the things around me. I was privileged to have this life, to have so much good-Giovani, my friends, my mom, James, and Becca, and to be able to go to school here in Florence.

I couldn't imagine anything better than this.

"So," Giovani asked teasingly, "do you like it?"

We both knew I hadn't stopped grinning since I had walked in. I laughed, a bit emotional as I turned in his arms to gaze into his eyes.

"I'm over the moon," I told him softly but honestly.

A relieved smile crossed his lips, and his shoulders relaxed as he exhaled. Despite all his bravado, he still cared about what I thought... as if this room wasn't enough, as if everything he gave me wasn't enough... as if he wasn't enough. But he was, and so much more.

I glanced at the massive bed, and a devilish smirk curled up my lips as an idea began to form in my head, one that we were both sure to enjoy.

And maybe it would prove to him once and for all how much I appreciated him.

"Well," I started, coyly, tucking myself closer to him until our entire bodies were pressed together. "This room is beautiful, but you know, I think the bed may be too stiff. We should probably break it in, you know, officially."

He smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes as his hand snuck up my shirt, his bare palm pressed against my spine as he traveled upward ever so slowly.

He didn't say anything in response, but we both knew where this was going. I giggled as he immediately picked me up, his arm supporting my ass as I clung to him like we had done a dozen times before.

I squealed when he dropped me on the bed, letting me freefall a few feet from his arms. I was right; the bed was quite firm, I thought, as I placed my palms on it and pushed down.

Giovani leaned over me, holding himself above me as he stared down at me with a wicked look in his eyes.

"Is that a yes?" I asked, mischievously, not really expecting an answer.

He chuckled, a low dark sound from deep in his chest, and it sent a pang straight to my lower half. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against my skin and sending shivers straight down my spine. "Yes," he whispered.

Then he kissed me. Slowly, he was tracing every curve of my lips, embedding the taste of me into his memory. I moaned at the slide of his tongue over mine, and he groaned as I rolled my hips into his. He threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling just enough to tilt my neck back, letting him get a deeper taste of me.

His hands peeled away my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it somewhere on the ground as he roamed up and down my sides. The heat of his hands set my skin aflame everywhere he touched. I moaned his name.

He pressed his lips at the hollow of my throat, whispering sweet nothings as his fingers dove into the waistband of my shorts. They slid off my legs easily, and I kicked them off the bed as he distracted me once more with his lips. At the same time, his fingers traced my slit, and he groaned as he felt how wet I was already. My heart pumped erratically, my blood heating up to a dangerous degree as he opened me up and slid two fingers inside. My head was buzzing as he drove me over the edge, the wet sounds of him pumping inside of me ringing out. I screamed as I came, letting him hold me.

Thank god the room was soundproofed.

I took control this time, pushing him onto his back. He tried to coax me into another round of foreplay, but I refused to let him, grasping his cock in my hands and giving it a good pump.

He smirked, leaning over to one of the nightstands to grab a condom to keep from messing up the clean bed. I was clumsy and inexperienced, but he didn't seem to mind as I gently slid the rubber over his cock.

My head buzzed with the sound of his curses, and I positioned myself over him, slowly lowering myself. I moaned as his head bullied its way into my entrance, my body opening up for him so slowly and sweetly. I stayed there for a moment, eager for more but desperate to savor this feeling.

But Giovani wasn't nearly as content to wait. He thrust upward, and I screamed at the sudden harsh pace he set. I soon matched him, holding onto his thighs as I bounced on his cock.

His hands moved to my breasts, and his lips soon found my rosy tips, taking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the swollen nipple.

I cried out at the pleasure, calling his name like a prayer as we fell into one another. Soon, I felt him growing even more rigid, his body calling out for that sweet release, and I was the same.

I tugged Gio's lips away from my breasts and kissed him deeply. I was filled to the brim, and I whispered, "I love you," between kisses, and that was enough.

The two of us went tumbling over the cliff, coming together, and I fell limply on top of him, his member still pulsing inside of me.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my hair, chuckling contently as he whispered, "I love you," back to me.