Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 367 -

*Olivia*

"Holy shit, Paris?!" I shrieked so loudly that Giovani jumped underneath me. "Sorry," I said more quietly, my entire body buzzing with excitement.

He smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around me, pulling me in for another long kiss before helping me return to a seated position. I straightened my clothes quickly, not wanting to waste a single second of our time in Paris.

Of all the places I had imagined for this trip, Paris was one that I hadn't dared get my hopes up for. It had been a dream of mine to go to Paris for years, but I hadn't ever told Gio that. His insistence that this trip was about relaxation had led me to think we were going to a beach somewhere, but Paris was so much better.

"Where are we going first?" I asked, practically bouncing up and down on the couch.

"Wherever you want, my love. This trip is about you." He dropped a kiss on my cheek and warmth filled my heart.

"I had a Paris-themed bedroom all through middle school-posters of the Eiffel Tower and everything!" I told him. "How did you know I wanted to come here?"

"I might have asked Dahia for a few suggestions." He smiled at me.

I was touched by his thoughtfulness. It hadn't even occurred to me that he would go to the trouble of planning out a trip just for me to fulfill my dreams.

The plane landed with a loud shudder that interrupted our conversation. I grabbed Gio's hand, and he patted my leg to reassure me. I snuggled into his warmth and safety as we taxied to a stop on the tarmac. This was turning out to be one of the best days of my entire life.

Finally, our plane was safely on the ground, and it was time for us to get off. The pilot opened the door, and I gasped out loud at the view of the Paris skyline. It was like seeing a celebrity in person; difficult to comprehend that this was real and not just something that existed only in pictures.

The Eiffel Tower jutted gracefully into the sky, far in the distance, surrounded by sleek skyscrapers. Our flight had only taken about an hour and a half, but the difference in architecture made me feel like I had stepped into a different world entirely. I couldn't wait to get out and explore the beautiful city.

Giovani helped me down the stairs and into the sleek black car waiting for us. As with every other aspect of this trip, it was wildly opulent. Yet another bottle of champagne waited for us in the back of the car, but I opted for a bottle of water instead. I wanted to be clear-headed so I could remember every single moment of this day.

"Alright, where to first, carino?" Gio turned to me expectantly once we were both seated in the car.

My mind blanked. This was a huge decision. This would forever be cemented in my mind as the very first Parisian place that I saw in person. After a few minutes of deliberation, I smiled. I knew exactly what I wanted to see first. "How about the Louvre?" I asked a little shyly. I know Gio had probably been to Paris dozens of times and seen everything that the Louvre has to offer, but I knew he would want me to be honest about where I really wanted to go. "Perfect choice!" he exclaimed, immediately making me feel better about my decision. "I haven't been there in years. I was hoping we would be able to make it on this trip."

I glowed at his words. He always knew exactly how to make me feel special.

Our time at the Louvre passed by in a magical blur. We saw the Venus de Milo, which Gio insisted looked just like me, the Mona Lisa, and my personal favorite, the Winged Victory of Samothrace. I stared at Winged Victory for nearly half an hour, feeling exhilarated by the sheer energy portrayed by the sculpture. Giovani held my hand tightly as we walked through each exhibit, pulling it up to brush against his lips every so often.

Although I could have spent the rest of my life at the Louvre, I forced myself away. Giovani promised that we would come back someday soon.

"It's really not that far by plane. And you know you and Dahlia could always plan a weekend trip here if you wanted," he reminded me.

Our next stop was the Musee Rodin. Seeing The Kiss in person with the man that I loved sent a thrill through me. Giovani leaned down to kiss my ear as we stared at the marble couple in their eternal embrace. It was incredibly romantic, and my thoughts quickly turned to what I planned on doing with Giovani at our hotel that night.

After the two beautiful museums, the sun was beginning to set. Gio pulled me along to a little market where we bought fresh bread and cheese and a small bottle of French wine. Satisfied that we had everything we needed for a lovely picnic, he instructed our driver to take us to a specific park that overlooked the city.

"I can't wait for you to see the Eiffel Tower as the sun sets," he murmured in my ear.

The lust that we shared for each other was always crackling just beneath the surface, but this day had racketed it up so high that just his whisper against my ear had me squirming in my seat and stifling a low moan. Giovani could see how turned on I was, and I could tell that it was getting him hot and bothered in turn.

We arrived at a quaint park, and Gio laid the blanket down for us to sit on before popping the cork from the wine bottle. He sat down on the blanket and gestured for me to sit between his legs, leaning against his chest. We passed the bottle of wine back and forth, drinking directly from the bottle. We hadn't brought any utensils or plates, so we tore the bread off in chunks and nibbled at the cheese. After spending the day drowning in luxury, it satisfied my carnal side to be eating with my hands.

Just as Giovani promised, the sunset looked glorious. We both fell silent, basking in the beauty of it.

"This has been the best day of my life," I whispered, not wanting to break the silence but still wanting him to know how much I appreciated everything he had done for me. "Thank you so much."

"Of course, baby, anything for you. I love you," he whispered back, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

I set the bottle of wine down and turned so I could face him. I desperately needed to kiss him, and it seemed that he felt the same way. Our lips crashed together, teeth and tongues and lips becoming one. He put his hands on my hips and I could feel my dress riding up indecently, but I was too turned on to care. Our kiss turned frantic, our hands gripping and grabbing at each other as we tried to satisfy the deep need that had fallen over us. Giovani pulled away first. I didn't understand how he could possibly have the self-control to stop what we were doing. If it was up to me, I would have fucked him right then and there in that park. "Let's get to our hotel," he said in a voice gravelly with desire.

I stood up eagerly, wanting to get there as fast as humanly possible. It would be a miracle if I didn't jump his bones in the car. I wished there was a partition so that we could have a little privacy on the way.

Luckily, the car ride only took a few minutes. Giovani spent the entire ride slowly rubbing his hand up and down my thigh, just barely letting his fingers get under the hem of my dress. The movement and anticipation had me soaking wet. When our car came to a stop, he hopped out and ran around the side to let me out, then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the hotel. The lobby was dripping in elegant gold and crystal decor, but I was too excited for what Giovani was about to do to me to care. Thankfully our driver had dropped our bags off and checked us in while we were at the Louvre, so we didn't have to stop until we reached the door to our suite.

Giovani roughly pulled the key card out of his pocket and shoved it against the door, his lust making him clumsy. Finally, we were inside. Gio turned around and pressed me up against the door, his kisses falling hot and heavy on my mouth and neck. I returned them, gripping him on either side of his head to help gain purchase. The need I had was growing and growing.

"How much do you like this dress?" he asked me in between kisses.

"I have others," I gasped, unwilling to let the dress come between me and him.

With a sexy grunt, he yanked the top of my dress down and ripped it so that I was naked down to my waist. He immediately descended upon my breasts, landing kisses and taking little love bites as he went. My breasts were swollen with desire and my nipples stood firmly at attention.

"Please, I need... you," I struggled to get out between moans.

"Need. You. Too." He punctuated each word with another kiss.

Finally, he reached under my dress and yanked down my panties so that I could step out of them. Without warning, he pressed two fingers into my throbbing core. The sudden sensation only left me wanting more.

"So wet for me, sweetheart," he murmured as he moved his fingers in and out, reaching up with his thumb to tease my clit.

Just when I thought I was going to come on his hand, he reached down and unzipped his pants, hardly stopping his kisses. He quickly replaced his fingers with his hard cock, and the change had me gasping and writhing against him. Using the door behind me to help provide support, he grasped my hips and pulled me up so that he was holding me between him and the door. The angle forced his cock deeper inside me while making my breasts bounce up and down with each thrust.

He stared hungrily at my breasts as he thrust roughly into me. Seeing the desire he had for me written all over his face ratcheted my own desire even higher.

Keeping one hand firmly wrapped around me, he reached his other hand around so that he could go back to teasing my clit. He circled it in time with his thrusts. The coil of desire wound tighter and tighter inside of me, and I knew I was going to orgasm any second.

All it took to send me over the edge was one more long look into his eyes. The love within them as he looked at me made me scream his name as I came, and as usual, my release triggered his. With one last thrust, he was spent. He leaned over to kiss me as he gently put me back on the floor.

After the long day we'd had, we didn't even bother to shower. We took the rest of our clothes off and curled up in the glorious bed, Giovani wrapped tightly around me.

I had no idea how I would ever have a day as wonderful as this one.