Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 366 -

*Olivia*

Like the gentleman that he always was, Giovani made sure to open my door for me and help me into the backseat of the black sedan before walking around it to get in on the other side. It felt exciting to be riding in a smaller car, just the two of us in the back, instead of the usual SUV surrounded by bodyguards.

I wondered how it would be safe for Gio to have less security, but I trusted that he knew how to keep himself safe better than I did, although it wouldn't have surprised me if he had reduced his usual number of guards just because he knew that it always felt weird to me to be surrounded by armed men. I made a mental note to let him know that I cared way more about his safety than I did about feeling awkward with the security trailing us.

The interior of the car was ridiculously luxurious, with black leather seats so buttery smooth that I couldn't stop rubbing my hand on them and windows tinted so dark that nobody could see in. Sometimes I worried that I was becoming far too accustomed to living like a princess, but if I was being totally honest with myself, I absolutely loved it.

The fact that Giovani could regularly pull off grand romantic gestures like taking me to a Michelin-star restaurant or bringing me on a surprise trip just made me fall even more in love with him. I would want to be with him regardless of how much money he had, but damn, it was fun to be spoiled.

In the middle seat between Gio and I was an ice bucket with a fresh bottle of champagne. I didn't know much about champagne, but I knew enough to be able to tell when a bottle looked expensive, and this bottle looked extremely expensive. Giovani picked it up and uncorked it gracefully, using a cloth napkin to keep the cork from flying through the air. The popping sound the cork made put me in a celebratory mood and I couldn't wait to take a sip.

Giovani poured the champagne into two crystal flutes-another ridiculous luxury since who used real crystal in a car?-and handed me the fuller one.

"Here's to a week of relaxation and lovemaking," he declared with his glass raised.

I blushed at his brash toast and glanced surreptitiously at our driver. Like a true professional, he didn't even glance our way. I would never get used to treating the people who worked for Giovani as if they weren't even there, even though one of the cooks had kindly explained to me once that that was how they preferred it. She told me they could do their jobs better if we just left them to it, but it still felt strange.

"To us," I said, unable to bring myself to be quite as bold as Gio.

We gently clinked our glasses, but as I pulled mine toward my mouth to take a sip, Giovani leaned over it and stole a quick kiss. Butterflies filled my stomach as he pulled away, and I was hit once again with the full reality of where I was and what was happening.

I grinned at him as I took a sip of my champagne. The bubbles tickled my tongue, and I reveled in the delicious luxury of drinking expensive champagne in the back of an expensive car. The only thing that would have made this moment better would be replaceing out exactly where we were going so that I could start to envision myself there.

"Now will you tell me where we're going?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

"Not a chance, carino," Giovani replied, putting his hand on the back of my neck. "You'll know when we get there."

"Will you at least tell me what the weather is going to be like?" I leaned back into his touch, enjoying the way his broad hand felt against my neck. His palms were slightly rough in a way that I found to be excitingly masculine. "Nope. I want you to lay back and enjoy the ride." He moved his hand from my neck to my back, massaging gently as he went. I shivered at his strong touch, knowing there would be a lot more where that came from. Between the champagne and Giovani's expert hands, I spent the rest of the ride being worked into an almost hypnotic state of relaxation. I felt like my body was fully relaxing for the first time in a long time.

My relaxation quickly turned back to excitement when we pulled into a small airport. Our car brought us right to the tarmac in a way that I had only ever seen in movies about wildly wealthy people. Not for the first time, I wondered just how much money Dahlia's family had. I knew they were extremely comfortable, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

I stayed in the car as Giovani walked around to open my door. I was more than capable of doing it myself, but I knew he took pleasure in treating me like royalty, and I liked to make him happy while he did it. I left my champagne flute in the car; after two full glasses, I was more than tipsy and didn't want to push it. I felt like I was floating as Giovani escorted me across the tarmac to a private jet that was waiting for us. Our driver walked behind us with our bags. When I walked into the cabin of the jet, my jaw dropped. I had thought the car was ridiculously luxurious, but apparently, my standards of luxury had been low, because this plane made the car look like a teenager's first beater. As if being on a private jet wasn't enough, the cabin looked like a living room straight out of HGTV. There were two white leather couches facing each other with a solid oak coffee table between them. Plush throw pillows in complementary shades of blue and gold were spread artfully across the couches, and a massive television hung on the wall above one of them. Every single detail of the cabin looked like it had been carefully considered by a professional interior designer. Even the shape of the windows flowed well with the curve of the couches.

"Do you like it?" Gio asked me quietly. I had been so caught up by the beauty of everything that I had forgotten he was even standing behind me.

"Like it?" I asked incredulously. "How could anybody not like this? It doesn't even look real! How can this be a real plane that real people use to travel in?"

He laughed and took my hand, pulling me to one of the couches and settling us on it, his arm around my shoulders. As I had expected, it was ridiculously comfortable. We sank right into it, the pillows giving us some extra support. "This is amazing." I turned to Giovani. "Thank you so much for doing all this. I really needed something to take my mind off of things."

"Of course, love. And to be honest with you, I needed it too, to remind me about what's really important in life-spending time with my loved ones, especially you."

"I love you so much," I told him, my voice thick with emotion.

"I love you more than words can say," he murmured before leaning in for a kiss.

His hands made their way to my cheeks, and he held me gently as he deepened the kiss. I pressed my hands against his chest, loving the broadness of it. His strength made me feel so safe. He moved his hands up into my hair, letting his fingers get tangled in it.

Without thinking, I moaned loudly then immediately pulled away and clapped a hand over my mouth. This was an airplane, meaning there were definitely other people around. I couldn't believe I had just moaned loud enough for the birds outside to hear me.

"What? What's wrong?" Giovani asked while pulling me back toward him.

"There are other people on here," I whispered, too embarrassed to speak.

He chuckled and planted a kiss on my forehead. "You are so cute. You don't have to worry. The only people here are the pilot, copilot, and flight attendant. And they're extremely occupied with keeping us alive at the moment. The attendant only comes if we need her."

"Are you sure?" I asked, relief flooding through me.

"I am. Now get back over here and finish showing me just how much you love me."

He pulled at me again, and this time I let him pull me against his chest. He laid back on the couch so that I was on top of him, our bodies pressed together. If he wanted me to show him how much I loved him, he was going to get it.

I dropped a soft kiss against his lips, then moved down, stopping with my face right above where his cock was already straining against his suit pants. I looked up at him and deliberately licked my top lip slowly, knowing the anticipation would drive him crazy.

"Is this what you want?" I asked softly, seeing the lust building in his eyes.

"You know I do, baby," he said roughly. He was so close to losing control, and I was loving every minute of it.

I unbuckled his belt and he laid back, perfectly still. Slowly, I unzipped his pants, relishing the sound as it only added to his anticipation of what was to come. Finally, it was time to free him from his underwear. Unsure when exactly we would be landing, I decided to leave his pants mostly on. Seeing him still in his expensive suit but with his beautiful cock free was an incredibly sexy juxtaposition.

There was already precum beading on the tip of his head, so I pressed my thumb against it and swiped it down toward the base of his shaft. He shuddered at the sudden contact, and I smiled. Now THIS was sexy and sophisticated. Okay, maybe not exactly sophisticated, but definitely sexy as hell.

Before he had a chance to know what was coming, I leaned forward and took his entire dick into my mouth, letting him fill me up and loving the taste of him. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, and he pressed even further into my mouth, nearly hitting the back of my throat.

He fisted his hands in my hair and gently encouraged me to move up and down at the pace that he wanted. I could feel myself growing incredibly wet as he used my mouth to pleasure himself. I reached down and pulled my skirt up just enough to push my panties down to my knees, then began teasing myself, all while licking and sucking Gio.

I circled my clit slowly with my middle finger, loving the overwhelming sensation of having my mouth filled by Giovani's manhood while playing with my own pussy. I moaned against Gio, and he responded with a deep moan of his own before pulling my mouth off him and hiking me up so that our hips aligned.

He laid flat on his back on the couch while I straddled him, so I used his cock to tease myself into a frenzy until he finally grabbed my hips and centered me so that he was pressed against my entrance. Without warning, he pulled me down roughly against him so that his cock shoved deep inside me. I gasped at the sudden contact, and my pleasure grew. I was suddenly desperate for him to fuck me fast and rough. I just needed him, nothing but him.

Giovani pounded into me, and I bounced on top of him, using his hands on my hips to steady myself and match his movements. He reached one hand up the front of my dress and under my bra to grasp my breast gently before running his thumb over my nipple. I sped up my movements, knowing I was close to release. As if he could read my mind, he moved his hand back down and pressed his thumb against my clit.

The sudden pressure was almost too much, and I writhed against him as I gasped for breath. He moved his thumb up and down, quickly enough to match our already wild thrusts. I could feel my breasts bouncing up and down and straining to pop out of my bra. I knew my orgasm was only seconds away.

"I love you," I repeated. I needed him to know, now, as he was inside of me.

"I love you," he grunted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

His words were all it took to send me over the edge. Before I knew it, I was gasping and moaning and my pussy was clenching tightly against him. My orgasm triggered his, and with one last wild thrust he was done.

I fell against him, needing to feel the comfort of him pressed against me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me as I laid on his chest. The outside world flew by in the windows, nothing but blue sky and the occasional white fluffy cloud. We spent several minutes in comfortable silence before the captain came over the loudspeaker, making me jump.

"It's time to prepare for landing. Welcome to... Paris."