Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 478 -

*Olivia*

Eventually, when the sun started to set over the horizon, casting a golden filter over the world of Naples, we traveled home with our tuckered baby sleeping peacefully in his stroller. As soon as we stepped inside our temporary new home, I inhaled the tell-tale sign of delicious food being cooked-roast beef by the scent of it.

My stomach growled and I patted it, blushing as Gio laughed. We'd stopped to get Elio something for dinner, but Gio had insisted the two of us have dinner at home. Seeing how excited he was about it, I couldn't deny him whatever he was planning.

"Boss!" Dom and Tino called out to us, waving from the living room as a soccer game played on the massive theatrical TV nailed to the wall. They lounged across the leather L-shaped couch, looking like they were having the time of their lives. "Where's Samuele?" Gio asked, keeping his voice low due to Elio still sleeping.

"In the kitchen. He's trying to make friends with the chef," Tino snorted.

"Of course," Gio rolled his eyes.

"Who's Samuele?" I asked, frowning as I thought back to all the men I'd met. I couldn't picture him no matter how hard I tried, but Gio didn't answer. He simply turned to head to the kitchen with me tucked by his side.

I gave up on getting answers out of him. He had a one-track mind when it came to things like this, and I'd replace out soon enough. Sure enough, when we entered the kitchen, I saw an older grumpy man in a chef's uniform cooking five dishes at the same time. Dual-wielding professional knives, there was at least one pan on fire as he moved faster than I thought possible.

On the other side of the counter was a guard, dressed just like Dom and Tino. He was a man with a kind-looking face, tan with pronounced laughed lines around his eyes.

"Boss!" the man I assumed with Samuele called out, grinning. His eyes landed on Elio and his whole demeanor brightened. "Is this the little tyke? He's adorable."

"This is Elio," Gio told him. "Are you sure you'll be okay with him?"

"Wait, what?" I frowned, turning to Gio with wide eyes.

"Of course." Samuele laughed. "It'll be an honor, Boss."

"Gio." I glared at my husband, gripping my nails into his arm. He winced, turning to me with a sheepish grin. "Explain. Now."

Turns out Gio did have a surprise for me, and it was Samuele. The easy-going and likable guy lived in Naples here with his wife and five kids, and he assured me that he had left the mafia guard life behind to be a stay-at-home dad. Apparently, his wife was a doctor here.

He gushed about his kids, showing me his overly packed wallet that was bursting at the seams with pictures of them. Even his background on his phone was just his wife and kids. Samuele volunteered to watch Elio for us for the night, giving

us a few hours on our own. Though I was a bit nervous, after seeing how much he clearly adored children and having Gio assure me over and over that he was a good, trustworthy man, I let Samuele take over Elio's bedtime. "Don't worry, Signora. I'll watch him," Tino said as he winked at me. I was a bit relieved to have a few familiar faces with him, so I let Gio lead me up to our room.

I decided to trust Gio in whatever he had planned because God knew I had spent too much time lately doubting him. He had put effort into this and like the good wife I was, I would let him sweep me off my feet-one step after the other, all the way up to our room.

"Alright, close your eyes," he whispered to me, pulling me in front of him and gently covering my eyes with his hand. "I have a surprise for you."

I rolled my eyes but smiled, allowing him to lead me inside.

"Sit here," Gio told me. I could hear the excitement in his voice as I was lowered onto a plush chair. I could feel the slightest bit of wind on my cheeks, the sound of waves, and the scent of salt.

I faintly picked out the sounds of gulls in the far distance and I knew we had to be on our balcony. Gio let go of me, but I kept my eyes shut at his warning and gasped as he pushed my chair in and something wooden hit my stomach. It was a table, I figured as I felt around the edges of it, a very nice one at that.

"Alright, open," Gio told me and immediately my husband met my eyes. Across a small table, Gio grinned at me as I slowly took in our surroundings. I gasped at the view around us.

If I had thought the balcony scenery was beautiful during the day, it was nothing compared to after the sun had set. Thousands of stars twinkled brightly above us, the moon larger than I had ever seen before as it controlled the crash of the waves of the sea.

It was gorgeous and I sighed, happily, my fingers itching to draw such a beautiful sight.

"This is wonderful, Gio," I told him, my eyes shining with affection.

"I thought you'd like it." He chuckled. "But that's not all."

I wasn't surprised in the least when our new chef came in pushing a tray filled to the brim with food, a dinner fit for kings and queens. He wasted no time serving the dishes and then leaving again until it was only me and Gio having a candlelight dinner under the starry sky.

The food was flawless and the meat melted in my mouth. I was so glad to spend this time with Gio, just us together after all the time we'd spent fighting recently.

Somehow, after dinner, I'd wound up sitting on his lap, just breathing in his presence as he fed me pieces of chocolate strawberries in a bowl. With the red wine in my system, I was feeling a bit tipsy but still in control as I sighed. "Thank you for doing this for me," I told him, drunk on his pampering as he held me close like I was the most precious thing in the world. "I love you so much." "Of course, carina," he purred, gently turning my chin until we were face to face. "I love you more than the stars in the sky, and nothing will ever change that."

Then he kissed me, sure and warm. He breathed slow and steady and I melted against him, my arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. I pressed my lips against his lips, becoming the aggressor as my desire got the best of me. His arms wrapped around my slender form, picking me up with his strength easily and seating me on the table. His hands coiled around my knees as he never left my mouth and I willingly parted them, allowing him to step between. One of his hands snaked around my neck and up to the bun in my hair. He was quick to undo it and my long locks fell around my back like a soft river. His fingers dove into it, cradling the side of my cheek with his other hand as if I was made of porcelain.

He parted his lips willingly as I took control and my tongue slipped inside, hot and wet as I arched my back, leaning into his hard chest as I reached for him, replaceing the curls in his wild black hair and tangling them between my fingers. I stroked my tongue along him, playfully coaxing him into deeper desire until my mouth ached. Gio had always been a patient man though, and despite my wild ferocity in taking what I wanted, he had other ideas.

He pulled away and a little noise of annoyance slipped out of my throat. I tightened my hold on him, making sure he wouldn't leave me hanging after driving me nuts. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the middle of my throat.

He hooked his fingers around the lace of my panties, pulling them around the heels still attached to my feet and they landed softly on the floor. I squirmed in anticipation, eagerly keeping my legs spread for him. He went down on one knee, staring at my dripping center.

The table was getting wet, practically creating a drip onto the floor, but neither of us cared at this point.

He smirked in appreciation, flickering his eyes up to me teasingly. "All for me, carina?" He breathed heavily. "Why thank you."

"Gio," I whined, panting.

I moaned as he thrust two, long thick fingers inside until they were clasped as deeply as they could go. He gave a little stroke and I gasped at the movement, so tight against my walls. I writhed against the cold wood under my ass, whimpering as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out.

He used one hand to pin down my trembling thigh, continuing to finger me with pleasure as my breathy whines turned into gasps. I was barely able to keep myself sitting, my palms laid directly on the desk to keep me from falling.

His slow, easy thrusts barely matched my needy grinding against his hand and he used his thumb to roll my clit gently. A familiar ache grew in the pit of my stomach and I shut my eyes, throwing back my neck as he pumped his fingers with a more brutal efficiency.

I cried out as I clamped down around his digits, and I tumbled over the edge as he determinedly fingered me through my orgasm. My body shuddered and just as I thought he would pull out his fingers, I was proven very wrong.

Gio's thrusts went harder and deeper with each second, and despite being oversensitive from coming, the intensity of his touch was building around that high once more. My limbs shook, just a mess of fluids and desire as he fucked me harder than he had before.

And I came for a second time.

I was still gasping for breath, dizzy with arousal from the second round, but he refused to allow me even a single moment to recover. I was being fucked out of my mind again, the pleasure and despair combining. Pleas fell from my tongue, whether I was telling him to keep going or to stop, I didn't know. All I knew was he was pushing me to the very brink.

There was a satisfied grin on his lips as he watched me come a third time and then a fourth. I was groggy and shivering by the time I erupted for a fifth time.

The liquid ran down my trembling thighs, pooling on the floors below as I screamed his name as loudly as I could.

My eyes were lidded and foggy as he finally released me, pulling me into his arms and letting me lean my whole body against him. I was weightless, completely spent as I bonelessly fell into him. It felt like hours but was probably only minutes before my heart finally slowed and my body stopped shaking.

After I got myself together, Gio took me to the bathroom, running a long hot bath for me and finally undressing us both. The first dip into the water was just what I needed, and it didn't take long before it delved into another round. Before I could sleep, however, I covered myself in a fluffy bathrobe, took Gio's hand, and headed next door where Elio's new room was. We peeked inside to check on him, and I was relieved to see him fast asleep in his crib. Gio swayed me in his arms, cozy and satisfied as we watched our sleeping son for a moment, and for this moment, everything was perfect.