Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 480 -

*Giovani*

I stared at the phone in my hand and my son in his crib. Olivia stood frozen beside me, neither of us wanting to let reality puncture the beautiful bubble we'd created.

I shook myself. Gabriele was my right hand, but he was also my best friend. He wouldn't be calling unless whatever happened needed immediate attention.

I answered the call. "What?"

Gabriele sighed heavily.

"Don't drag it out," I snapped as I walked out of Elio's room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Olivia bend to press a kiss on Elio's head before she followed me. "Tell me how you really feel," Gabriele said.

I inhaled to say something I'd certainly regret, but he cut me off.

"Alright, alright. It's not good."

"It better not be," I hissed.

Olivia rubbed my shoulders, trying to ease a little of the tension that had crept back into them.

"One of Alessandro's guys got caught," he said. "Some idiot followed a supplier into a shop small enough that he could barely turn around. Kid made it out unharmed, but we'd have gotten our ears taken off for a mistake that boneheaded." I ground my teeth. "How sure are we?"

"Completely. Fucker made eye contact, addressed him by the family name."

"Fuck." I scrubbed a hand over my face. "Thank you. We're arriving home tomorrow."

I hung up as Gabriele said his goodbyes and pelted my phone toward the couch across the room.

Olivia stared at me with worry knotting her face.

I collapsed into the armchair next to the door to Elio's room and rubbed my hands over my face. "Somebody got caught."

True fear overwhelmed her worry. "What? Are they okay?"

"He's fine." I leaned back. "But one of the Russians we were tailing recognized him."

She perched herself on the arm of my chair and sighed in relief. "Okay. So what does that mean for us?"

"The main thing we had going for us was that we knew more than they did." I took her hand and pressed my lips to it. "We've lost that element of surprise."

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*Olivia*

My head spun. Every time we got an edge, a moment to breathe, it disappeared out from underneath us. Tonight was our last night in Naples, and it was supposed to be perfect. I had a whole plan for after we put Elio to bed, to keep Gio thinking about our time here for weeks to come.

"Do we have to rush home?" I asked quietly.

A small smile broke over his lips, and he cupped my cheek as he turned to me. "No, carina. We're going home tomorrow anyway. Let's let Elio sleep and rest up while we can."

While we can-the phrase rang in my ears, calling up memories of those awful months running for Dmitri, the sleepless nights and war councils I knew occurred within the walls of my home. I didn't want to do that again.

I swallowed. "I don't want to think about that now."

"Of course." He smiled. "Do you want to just have a quiet night?"

I shook my head. "I'm tired of preparing to be scared and tired. I want to have our last night in Naples, baby."

His eyes darkened. Before he could answer, I slipped from the arm of the chair into his lap and pressed a kiss to his lips. He surged up to meet me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I dug my fingers into his hair and pressed his mouth open with my tongue. He groaned low in his throat and allowed me entrance.

When he thrust his hips up into mine and tightened his hold on my hips, I disentangled myself from our kiss and stood. He gaped at me and grasped the air where I used to be, but I only smiled.

I'd changed in private before dinner, and I intended to make the most of the reveal. Cast in sunset light, I slipped the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders, then released the side zipper. The heavy, dark fabric slid away from my body to reveal the very special lingerie I;d picked out.

My breasts spilled out of the black lace half-cups, my already taut nipples peeking out above the fabric. The matching lacy thong exposed so much of me that I'd blushed when I pulled it on this evening. But the centerpiece, the thing I thought would drive my husband insane, was the black lace garter belt that held up the stockings I'd been wearing all night.

Gio's eyes went dark and heavy-lidded. I crooked my finger at him and sauntered away, but I could hear the heavy sound of him following me.

I opened the glass French doors onto the balcony and stepped out. We were miles above a city where nobody knew us, and above all, I wanted to feel safe. The cool, evening air kissed my skin, and I shivered as I grabbed the railing and looked out over Naples.

Gio closed the door behind him as he stepped out and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing me into the railing as he peppered my neck in kisses.

"You are so sexy, carina," he murmured into my skin. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

He ran his hands up my ribs to my breasts and palmed them. I moaned and turned to face him.

"Me either," I whispered. "Now ruin me. I can't think anymore."

A wicked grin spread over his face, and he crushed me to the railing again with another kiss. I arched into his touch as he pulled out my simple updo and my hair tumbled down around my shoulders.

He released my mouth and pressed bruising kisses along the line of my neck, up to my ear. "You really want to be ruined?"

I nodded. I craved the release only mindless pleasure could bring.

He pulled off his tie and I held my wrists out in front of me, but he motioned for me to turn around. I flushed but complied. He bound me so I couldn't hide any part of myself and stared at me with a grunt of appreciation before pushing me to my knees. His cock already tented his pants. He undid his belt and the button, then pulled his cock free.

I licked my lips as he nestled a hand in my hair. Precum beaded his tip, and I licked it off. He groaned. I smiled.

Without my hands, my balance was off, but I leaned forward and sucked his length into my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair as I bobbed forward to take a little more. I rolled my tongue, and he moaned.

I'd never taken his whole length in my mouth before, but I wanted it tonight. I didn't have my hands to make up the difference.

I started moving faster, taking more each time. Groans spilled from his mouth. I reached the point I'd always stopped before and went a little further. Tears gathered in my eyes. The hand in my hair became restraining. "Carina, you don't have to "

I released him, a string of saliva dangling between my lips and his cock. "I need this. Stop being gentle."

"I could never refuse you anything." He bit his lip. "Just stop if you need to."

I nodded. "Now don't ask me again."

He tightened his hand in my hair, eliciting a sharp burst of pain, and pressed me forward. I swallowed him greedily.

Now, when I bobbed forward, his hand pressed me further. I gagged once, caught my breath, and continued. Between the inexorable pressure of his hand and the seemingly endless length of his cock, I was completely pinned, unable to do anything but take him deeper. My mind shut off. My world became nothing but his moans and the smell of him.

Eventually, I nestled my nose in his pubic hair and groaned. Being surrounded by him was intoxicating. My own wetness dripped down my thighs. I lingered for a short moment, rolling my tongue along him, and met his eyes. He looked wild, possessive, and utterly mine.

I pulled back and began sucking his whole cock. He thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my mouth, and I groaned. Quickly, his thrusts grew erratic, and he exploded inside me.

I swallowed and released him. I was about to lean back and clean up, but he pulled me to my feet by my hair.

I yelped and stood.

"You're not quite done yet," he murmured as he bent me over the railing.

He pulled the tiny cups totally beneath my breasts, letting them dangling over Naples. I could barely make out pedestrians below, but I half hoped somebody looked up and saw me. He yanked my miniscule panties to my ankles, leaving the garter belt and stockings in place, and plunged two fingers into me.

I moaned and rocked back into him. He toyed with my nipples, teasing electric pleasure out of me with sharp pinches and small slaps that seemed to echo out over the city. I couldn't stay quiet as he slipped another finger into me, then another. The railing pressed into my hips, and I felt so full, but I needed him.

"Please," I gasped. "Fuck me, please."

He pulled his fingers out abruptly and lined up, dropping his hand from my breasts to my clit as he thrust forward.

I screamed as pleasure rocketed through me. My orgasm crashed over me in a brilliant wave, but he didn't stop. When my mind cleared, he was still thrusting into me at the same bruising pace, one hand on my hips and the other on my clit. I leaned back to capture his lips messily, sucking and biting and still tasting of his cum. He met me in the same rhythm as his fingers on my clit, and another orgasm raced forward.

He tore his lips from mine and began sucking at my neck.

"Good," he murmured in between kisses. "So good for me. I know you can take more. All of Naples is going to know how good you are."

I nodded, not quite hearing him as another orgasm ripped through my body. This time, he followed close on my heels with a few stuttering thrusts.

Gio peeled me off the railing and lifted me in his arms. In a few steps, he laid me down on a lounge chair on the deck. Dimly, I realized he still wore his suit jacket and shirt, though his pants were at his knees.

I caught my breath slowly as he undid the clasp of my bra and undressed me fully, untying my wrists, then undressed himself with the same careful hands. When he was done, he laid down next to me, the full length of his body pressed against mine. I wound myself around him as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Whatever awaited us in Florence could be a tomorrow problem. For right now, we were Gio and Olivia, husband and wife, at the beginning of a very long night we would remember for a long time to come.