Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 628 -

*Caterina*

Elio's eyes widened as he took in the sight of me lying across his bed. I couldn't stop myself from smiling at the expression on his face. The mixture of shock and desire spread across his features was satisfying as hell to see.

I knew I had been right to surprise him like this, wearing nothing but a black satin nightie and my skimpiest panties. After talking to him and replaceing out he would be away for dinner, I had come up with the idea to dress up in my sexiest nightgown and sneak into his bedroom so that he would replace me.

After seeing the way he'd handled Paul, I wanted to show him my appreciation, and fuck it, I wanted to spend more time with him. I felt like a drug addict. The more time I spent with Elio, the more I missed him when we were apart. Now as I saw the way his eyes raked over my body, a shiver of desire passed over me. Without a single word, Elio crossed the room and cradled my face in his hands, pulling me into a deep kiss that left me gasping for air. I wanted nothing more than to tear my own nightie off and let him take me, but I knew the anticipation would make it that much better.

"You're perfect," he breathed against me, trailing kisses across my collarbone.

His fingers played at the thin strap of my nightie, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he ripped it off of me, which was exactly what I wanted.

"I missed you," I whispered, admitting to myself that it was more than just his touch that I had missed.

I wasn't sure what was happening between us, but for me, this wasn't just about sex anymore.

I was starting to fall for Elio.

He pulled the strap that he was fiddling with to the side and kissed the place on my shoulder that he had revealed, letting it slip down so that the only thing keeping my breast covered was the peak of my nipple just barely holding up the black fabric.

As it always seemed to be with Elio, he'd only been touching me for a few minutes, and I was already overwhelmed with desire. All I wanted was to feel him touch me, and he seemed to feel the same way.

He quickly slipped out of his shirt and tie so that I had better access to scratch my fingernails gently over his chest and back as he pressed against me and laid us both down, holding his weight slightly so that he wouldn't crush me. He groaned at my touch; I loved that I knew exactly what he wanted.

Our movement had finally set my breast free. Elio immediately took it into his mouth, using his hand to caress my other breast over my nightie. I squirmed against him as the satin and his mouth teased my nipples, the sensation exquisite but leaving me wanting a hell of a lot more.

Just when I thought I couldn't take his teasing any longer, he sat up slightly and reached down to pull my nightie over my head, then quickly tearing off his pants and underwear. Finally, the only thing between us was my thong. But Elio must have been tired of teasing me. To my relief, he quickly yanked my thong down and pressed a finger inside me, testing my wetness.

I was already soaked. Just the anticipation of lying in his bed and waiting for him had turned me on. Between that and his expert attention to my breasts, I was more than ready for him.

His movements were jerky as he slipped a condom on and sank inside me. We both moaned in relief at the contact. It was exactly what we needed-this feeling of connection as Elio pumped inside of me. I held his shoulders as he slowly pulled out, only to sink deeply back in again. He took my mouth in his once again and our bodies felt impossibly close, almost like we were two halves of the same whole that were finally fitting together after years apart.

Elio wasn't my first, but he was by far the sweetest lover I'd ever had. It was clear in the way he watched me to gauge my reactions that he was far more focused on my pleasure than he was on his own. He made it so easy to be with him, I found myself craving his touch constantly.

I knew he was getting close to release when he moved his hand from my hip to my core, circling his finger gently around my clit, then moving it faster and faster until I was damn near seeing stars. I arched my back to give him better access, and he dropped his head down to take my nipple in his mouth once more. Within seconds, I was shouting his name as we orgasmed together, his mouth still pressed tight against me.

We laid for a while in each other's arms, neither wanting to move apart. Too soon, he pulled away from me to go clean himself up. When he came back, he held one of his T-shirts in his hands.

"I thought you might prefer to sleep in this over that scrap of fabric you were wearing," he laughed.

I smiled and nodded, too tired for words. He walked over and helped me pull the shirt on. It hung to my thighs and smelled like him. I knew I would be stealing it for myself.

"I like you in my clothes," he said, a note of possessiveness in his voice.

We fell asleep curled together in his bed, his arm laid casually across my waist. It was the best night's sleep I'd had in a long time.

I woke up with a pleasant soreness between my legs and Elio snoring lightly against the back of my neck. Sometime in the night he had pulled me tighter against his chest so that nearly every inch of me was pressed against him. I rolled over and snuggled into his chest, enjoying the intimacy of waking up with him in the morning.

"Hey, you," he said, sleep making his voice gravelly.

"Hey," I said quietly, keeping my face tucked against his chest so that I could soak up his warmth.

He rubbed his hands along my back, then rolled us both so that I was laying on top of him. I giggled as he shamelessly squeezed my naked thighs. I loved this playful side of him, it was a side that I felt like I was only now beginning to see more often. If I was being honest with myself, I would have had to admit that I wanted to see every side of him more often.

"Elio, what are we doing here?" I asked before I could lose the nerve.

I steeled myself for his answer, terrified that he would say we were just having fun. His smile faded slightly as he considered my question, but he kept his hands on me. I tried to relax into his touch, but I was too anxious to hear what he had to say.

"I'll be honest, Cat, I never expected this. I mean, we have a pretty complicated history. But spending more time with you... it's been amazing. It's been more than amazing. It's been the best thing that ever happened to me. I never knew what I was missing until you came back into my life. I think we have something really special between us, and I think it's real."

Warmth pooled in my chest at his words. He moved his hands from my thighs to my cheeks, holding me so that we were staring into each other's eyes.

"So, what are we?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed.

"I mean, I hate the word boyfriend, but I guess I'm your boyfriend?" he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I was elated. It was exactly what I wanted to hear from him. I leaned down to kiss him, forgetting the fact that I was currently straddling him with absolutely nothing separating us other than his boxers. I didn't forget for long, and neither did Elio. He groaned as I moved against him.

Just as he was about to take his shirt off me, his phone went off. He reached over to check the name and muttered, "Fuck. It's Alessandro," before gently moving me off him.

I stayed in his bed, but paid attention to the conversation.

"The warehouse was burned down? Shit," Elio said.

He looked at me with concern as he listened to Alessandro. I strained my ears trying to hear the other side of the conversation, but something about the way Elio was holding his hand over his phone made me feel like he distinctly did not want me to hear the whole conversation.

"I agree, it feels like some kind of message," Elio said. "Yeah, I'm on my way now. We need to discuss this in person."

He hung up, looking at me with a guilty expression. All I felt was confusion. Why would someone burn down one of Elio's warehouses to send him a message? A message about what? Was it a real estate competitor or something? Burning buildings down seemed pretty damn extreme.

"Why does he think it's a message?" I asked Elio as he started pulling clothes on. "What message would someone be trying to send?"

He turned away from me as he got dressed, and I got the distinct feeling that he was avoiding telling me the truth for some reason.

"I'm so sorry, baby, but I have to get going," he said. "I've got to talk to Alessandro about this. It's really important. I hate to run out on you like this, but I'll be back if you just want to hang out here this morning." His words came out in a rush. "Wait, what's going on?" I asked, starting to get frustrated with his avoidance of my questions.

"I can't talk about it right now. I'm sorry, please understand. If I could tell you everything right now, I would."

I nodded, biting my tongue. My first instinct when it came to him was to start fighting, but I really wanted to give this new chapter between us a chance, and I had a feeling that if I reverted back to my old habits now, it would scare Elio off. "Thanks for understanding, Cat, seriously," he said as he finished getting dressed. He landed a kiss on my forehead before leaving me with nothing but questions.

There had to be something I wasn't understanding. The world of real estate definitely wasn't competitive enough for people to start burning down each other's properties. What in the world was Elio not telling me? And how could I figure it out?