Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 455 -

*Olivia*

After our rich, heavy meal, Salvatore walked me to the door of the restaurant like a proper gentleman. I'd been so nervous about tonight, but something about the faraway look he got in his eyes every time I mentioned Mom or one of my

achievements put me at ease.

I knew that look. I used to have it in my eyes when I dreamed about who my father might be.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "So, how'd I do? Did I pass?"

I laughed. "I don't know if this was a pass/fail dinner, but I'd say you passed."

A wide, ebullient grin split his face, so clearly delighted that he actually averted his eyes as if embarrassed.

"I'll save your number and everything," I joked.

He peeked up at me, a strange gesture given how much taller he was. "Yeah? You wanna see me again?"

"Of course." I grinned. "We'll replace a time to get together soon."

He kicked at a rock. "If you don't mind, I'd like to meet that Elio of yours. Never expected to get a grandson into the bargain."

I smiled, but part of me instantly worried about what Gio would say. I'd seen his iron grip on the banister when I left, restraining himself from bolting after me.

"I can come over to your place if that'll make it easier," Sal offered quickly.

I swallowed. "I will... talk to Gio and see what makes the most sense."

"Ah." He nodded. "No, that makes sense. A man needs to know who's in his house. Just let me know one way or the other.

"I will," I said.

The limo pulled up to the curb, and I hesitated a moment. Should I hug him? Shake his hand? Nothing felt quite right.

I settled for an awkward wave and departed. The whole drive home, I ran that final moment over and over in my mind, trying to figure out a way I could have not ruined our nice night. How was I supposed to behave around my estranged father?

Far too late, one of Gio's many speeches about safety clicked into my brain, and I wondered how Sal left the restaurant. I should've gotten his license plate, or at least the make and model.

I shook my head. I'd given him a chance, and he'd passed with flying colors. I trusted my father.

When I got home, I found Gio stretched out on one of the couches in our sitting room, wearing a T-shirt and pajama bottoms, with the baby monitor at his side. He put down the book in his hand and sat up as I entered. "How was it?" he asked.

All the nice parts of the night rushed back to me, and I found myself gushing about what a good listener was and how he really seemed to care about my mom.

"That all sounds good." Gio nodded slowly. "Is that all you talked about?"

I bit my lip. I had to tell him about Sal's past mafia ties, but I knew how he would get.

"He explained why he left," I said slowly. "He got caught up in organized crime in New York, learned something he shouldn't have, and had to disappear." Gio's face went very still.

"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 replace 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.

Quiet fell over the suite, aside from my husband's rustling and muttered curses. My mind drifted back to the worry on his face when I offered up Sal's confession.

I knew Gio's fears ran to the professional, but I found that hard to believe of the earnest, lanky man I had dinner with. No, when I thought of the worst thing Sal might do to me, I always returned to the years of hoping my father might turn up. If he left once, he could leave again.

My heart would break if I lost him again. I simply had to be careful, protect myself from getting hurt. I needed to be certain he wouldn't leave before I really believed he was part of my life.

Gio emerged from the closet clutching a fistful of ties and smirking. "Roll over. I have some ideas of how we can work on your self-control."

I grinned, banishing all worries from my mind, and did as my husband asked.