Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 676 -

*Caterina*

My jaw went slack, causing my mouth to fall open in utter shock. If I thought I was flushed before, I was certain that my face had turned completely beat red now. I was at a loss for words.

Of course, my reaction was more than amusing for Elio, who merely chuckled and turned his attention to the flight attendant, who had suddenly appeared next to us with two large plates in her hands.

Elio graciously sat back in his seat with a wide grin on his face, as though he hadn't said a word, and allowed the woman to serve our dinner.

"Thank you, Julia," Elio said to the young woman. "It looks incredible, as always."

I couldn't do more than nod in agreement, being suddenly at a loss for words and trying to cool down the heat.

Our dinner did look incredible. No airline I'd ever been on had served pesto chicken bruschetta. It looked like a work of art, as if a world-famous chef was in the plane's tiny kitchen cooking up masterpieces. The chicken looked grilled to perfection and was topped with fresh mozzarella pearls and minced up cherry tomatoes and garnished with basil.

With our dinner, we were offered a fine choice of white wine as well as some baked rolls.

Everything was delicious. Each bite made me forget that I was actually on a plane and not in some exclusive restaurant, and I managed to put what Elio had suggested aside for a while, at least so I could enjoy the food.

But I wasn't going to let him forget the offer once we were done. I decided to play a little cool-down game with him as well and completely change the subject.

"So," I started, "exactly how much have you made, working for Alessandro?"

Elio chuckled a bit at the sudden new topic. He swallowed a large bite of his chicken and took a sip of his wine before speaking.

"A lot of it is from the legit business that he and I first started," he informed me. "However, regarding 'other' circumstances, I've already made six figures with him." Jesus Christ, I thought to myself.

I tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible, but my heart was busy slamming frantically inside my chest as I tried to mentally process the amount in my mind. Although I was taken back by his answer, I was really thankful that he was finally taking me seriously.

A soft smile started to curve the corners of my mouth.

"Thank you. I appreciate how open you're being about everything," I said.

Elio returned my sentiment with a smile.

My eyes roamed out the window, where I could still catch a glimpse of the sun's rays peeking over the edge of the clouds. 'I can't believe I'm actually heading back to Italy,' I thought to myself.

Between last night and all throughout this morning, I had felt as though I were walking through a surreal dream. I hadn't expected to wake up at the crack of dawn, and I wasn't prepared for the shopping trip and the rush to get packed. My body had still felt a little fatigued when we'd arrived at the jet, and I assumed that I would just catch a few hours of sleep during the flight. I should have closed my eyes the moment Elio and I took our seats, but my mind had continued to race with several concerning thoughts-the memories from my past, the safety of my mother while I was going to be away, capturing Junior, facing the new people that Alessandro deemed important enough for Elio and me to meet personally....

But I didn't want this trip to be surrounded by anxious thoughts and spiraling nerves. I wanted to relax and build new memories with Elio, especially once our business with Alessandro was completed. The time I had off before starting my next semester was brief and I needed to make the most of it.

Elio assured me that his men would be keeping close watch on the apartment building, particularly keeping an eye out for my mom while we were away. This eased a bit of my conscience for the time being. But the same couldn't be said when my mind wandered toward Antonio and Junior.

When I asked about any sort of update regarding Junior, part of me expected Elio to somewhat dodge the topic. But I was relieved to hear that they managed to put some kind of tracking device on one of his cars.

I felt happily vindictive about the matter considering that Junior-"Paul" at the time had once put an unseen tracker on my own car with the intent of kidnapping me.

I was beyond eager to get back at him for everything that he'd done. I wanted him to pay for all the pain he caused me and my family.

I was slightly disappointed at the slow pace of things, but I understood the importance of not making any rash, impulsive decisions. If we were going to bring down Junior, we needed to be smart about it. And sometimes that required a lot of patience.

Regarding the people Alessandro wanted us to meet, I had to admit that I felt a little anxious at the idea of it, only because I didn't really know what to expect from these types of connections. But I had made it clear that I had zero intentions of simply fading into the background.

People needed to know that Elio and I were a package deal.

I turned back to look at his gorgeous eyes and quickly decided that I needed to hurry through dinner. Elio chuckled as he noticed, but I saw that he too was hurrying through what was left of his chicken a bit faster than before.

We both held back our laughter as our lovely flight attendant cleared the dishes away. I continued to leisurely sip on my wine and occasionally glance out the window, trying to act nonchalant.

But I couldn't get Elio's offer off my mind.

Between that and the wine, I soon felt my body buzzing with eager anticipation. A slow, burning ache traveled down my chest, beneath my stomach.

My eyes gradually danced back over Elio's figure, outlining each and over one of his defined muscles that were beneath his clothes. I took my bottom lip between my teeth and lightly bit down, needing to suppress the desperate noise that was creeping up my throat.

As soon as I noticed that the flight attendant had finished clearing everything away and closed the door behind her, I flicked my gaze back to Elio.

"I know we should probably sleep," I said. "But I'm not tired... and your membership offer was very tempting."

Elio raised a brow and tilted his head, acting surprised by my forward approach.

I giggled in response. "Can we tell the staff to keep out?"

His expression immediately turned mischievous. With a lustful glimmer in his eyes, Elio proceeded to reach out and press a white button on one of the side panels on the wall.

"A do not disturb button," he said firmly. "I'm all yours, Miss Leone."

Another blush broke out over my cheeks as I slowly got up from my seat. I closed the gap between us and slowly lowered myself onto his lap. Elio placed his hands on my hips and kept me steady.

I leaned forward and went on to kiss him deeply. My tongue slipped along the seam of his lips while my hands slid through the thick locks of his hair. Elio groaned and curled his fingers tighter around my thighs.

My breath caught in my lungs, and soon I was being lifted into the air and brought over to the queen-sized bed.

'Gotta love the perks of having your own private jet,' I thought blissfully.

Elio's arms fell away, and I dropped to the mattress with a sharp gasp. My eyes widened while I watched his lust-blown look take in every part of me. His hand pulled at the material of his shirt, easily tossing it to the floor. His voice rolled over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees."

I let out an involuntary moan and I did what I was told without a single hesitation. I felt the hot, calloused pads of Elio's fingers graze the back of my thighs. He inched his way up to the hem of my dress. At first, I thought he was going to merely bunch it around my waist.

But it wasn't enough. He reached for the small zipper at the top and pulled the silken material away.

I was left in nothing but my thin bra and matching lace panties.

"So beautiful," he growled.

Without warning, Elio slipped his fingers beneath the lacy material and stroked through my slick folds. The tips of his middle fingers played at the swollen bud of my clit, causing me to slump to my elbows. "Elio," I hissed through my teeth. "Don't tease me."

I could feel him smirking at me from behind. Seconds later, his fingers were back to curling through my soaked folds till he slid into my tight channel. A broken groan tore from my chest as he continued to hit that hidden pleasure point inside of me. "Oh, my God!"

I spread my legs wider, pushing back against his skilled hands. Right as I felt myself begin to tip over the edge, Elio pulled his hand away completely. I practically cried in frustration. But I heard the quick rustle and movement of him doing away with his belt and pants.

His hands came back to rest on the sides of my hips. He brushed my panties to the side, thumbing over the hot, slick crease of my entrance. I felt the wet tip of his length press against me, then in one swift thrust, he slid right in, knocking the very air from my lungs.

Elio moved in and out of me at a consistent yet leisurely pace that was both delicious and agonizing. Good God, I loved the way he always made me feel so full.

I glanced over my shoulder to replace his eyes locked in a serious look of concentration. When they found mine, he slid his hands over my stomach to cup my breasts. He pinched and rolled my nipples from under my bar and pulled me impossibly closer to him.

He stretched over me to capture my lips. "You drive me mad," he said against my mouth.

His thrust grew punishing and soon that glorious, searing heat started to grow, and I was falling over the edge. All my mind could process was the feel of him around me and the euphoric bliss that I never wanted to end. "Ah! Oh, God!" I whimpered. "Elio_"

He continued to thrust all through my orgasm until I felt him replace his release. His head fell to the back of shoulder, where he placed several small kisses over my skin.

"I love you so much," he moaned.

My eyes fell shut and exhaustion overtook me. Elio came to lay close beside me and pulled the blankets around us.

I didn't quite remember falling asleep, but my eyes fluttered open to the sound of an unfamiliar voice. "Welcome to Florence."