*Three Months Later*
*Olivia*
I stood over Elio’s cradle, cooing and playing with his feet. It was difficult to believe he was already seven months old. He just started teething again a few days ago, and while the screaming wasn’t the most pleasant, I couldn’t help but grin every ti I caught sight of one of his partially erged teeth.
The door opened behind , and I heard Gio’s tread on the carpet. Out of habit, he dodged the one creaky board that woke Elio up without fail.
He ca up behind and leaned on the cradle with both arms, caging in. I spun to face him and pressed my hands against his chest.
“Good morning, dear,” I said.
I couldn’t resist. It had been hard to find ti for ourselves since Elio was born. He shivered.
“Now that’s an, and I had such a nice thing for you.”
I smiled. “Sothing nice for ?”
He shook his head playfully. “Well, now I don’t know. And Elio would have loved it, too.”
I pouted. “You can’t deny him, even if you can say no to your wonderful, beautiful wife.”
He grabbed by the waist and spun around.
“Well, my wonderful, beautiful wife,” he said. “What do you say the three of us go to Bologna today?”
I squealed. “Absolutely! Just let grab a few things.”
Within the hour, Gio, Elio, and I waited with just one bag for and a baby bag on the train platform. While we could’ve taken the private jet, I thought the baby would like the train, and the trip only took a little over thirty minutes.
Gio had bought us out a whole car, for safety reasons, but I was finally getting to take the train around Italy as I had always dread. We weren’t going for longer than an overnight—anything else might upset our little man—and Gio had sent a few personnel ahead on the jet, but I planned to have a wonderful ti, and Elio seed determined to do the sa.
I’d strapped him to my chest in a baby sling, and he babbled happily at everything in the train station. The whistle when it arrived made his lip start quivering, but the judicious application of a pacifier smoothed him right out again.
I stared out the window while Elio napped, and Gio watched . At one point, I t his gaze.
“What?” I asked.
He smiled. “Italy is more beautiful through your eyes.”
I blushed and turned back to the scenery.
When we exited the train, I marveled at the beauty of the city. Sprawling buildings in matching terracotta and tan brick spread as far as the eye could see, outlined against the blue sky. Elio gurgled and waved his fist.
“What now?” I asked.
Gio smirked and pulled out a laminated piece of paper. I grabbed it from him and skimd the totally perfect blend of adult and family-friendly activities he’d plotted in an itinerary.
I pointed to the final entry for today. “Surprise, don’t ask?”
Gio laughed. “It says don’t ask!”
I put up my hands. “Alright, alright. Keep your secrets. We’ve got to get going to the—” I glanced down “—Fountain of Neptune anyway!”
The day passed in a blur of art and culture and Elio’s gurgling laughter. The Fountain of Neptune was a towering bronze statue I could have stared at all day if Gio hadn’t pulled way. The Piazza Maggiore was an enormous courtyard, nearly perfectly maintained from the fifteenth century. It thrumd with life, tourists and vendors and locals all blending into one beautiful heartbeat. Off that was a charming history museum with kid-friendly exhibits that Elio kept trying to grab. He’d just mastered grabbing a few weeks ago, and he couldn’t get enough of it. And then, we just explored the city, snacking at various cafes and stopping to marvel at different handicrafts. Bologna welcod us with open arms, and before we even left the streets, I couldn’t wait to co back.
We headed to our hotel room to change before Gio’s final event and put Elio down for a little nap. After he was nestled in the collapsible crib he usually used in my studio or Gio’s office, I flopped on my stomach on our king-sized bed in the other room.
“I can’t get dressed for an event that’s still secret.” I kicked up my heels, trying to charm his secrets out of him.
He kissed on my head. “You can if I snuck a special outfit into the hotel when you weren’t looking.”
I shot up. “Really?”
He chuckled.
I swatted him on the arm. “You spoil too much sotis.”
As I stood, he swept into an embrace. “There is no ‘too much’ for soone like you, carina.”
I shivered and glanced at the open door. I missed Gio’s touch badly, but our son ca first.
I kissed him softly, and he responded with a fervor that made arch into him and gasp.
“Gio!”
He nuzzled my neck. “Do you want to know why I picked this hotel?”
I nodded and tried to keep my head clear enough to stop him if Elio stirred.
“The rooms are sound-proofed, even within suites.”
I t his eyes. “You an...?”
“I even brought the baby monitor, in case that scared you.”
I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. We both broke apart, catching our breath.
“Okay,” I said. “What am I wearing, then?”
Gio opened the hotel closet doors to show a garnt bag I didn’t recognize. He unzipped it to reveal a floor-length, off-the-shoulder, black satin dress that looked like it would hug curves I didn’t even know I had. At the bottom of the bag, I recognized a pair of Dahlia’s black Louboutins. Of course, her fingerprints were all over this. I’d just been complaining to her that I didn’t feel sexy very often anymore.
I flew to the dress and ran it through my fingers. Then, my heart fell.
“Oh... I don’t think I brought underwear I can wear with a dress like this. With Elio here, I just assud....”
Gio grabbed and whispered, “I never planned for you to wear underwear.”
A few hours later, he held Elio and led with my eyes closed into the surprise. When I opened them, I found myself standing in a restaurant on the rooftop of our hotel, overlooking all of Bologna in the setting sun. I audibly gasped, and Elio clapped.
“Good surprise?” Gio asked.
I grinned. “Best surprise.”
We ate incredible food while the sun set around us and live music drifted out over the city. I didn’t know how Gio always managed to find the most incredible restaurants, but this might have topped them all.
When Elio got sleepy and fussy, he revealed he’d sent one of our nannies on the private plane and that she could take him and get him settled. I hesitated—even if we had all the money in the world, I still preferred that I raised Elio day-to-day—but Gio slid his hand up my thigh, and I rembered the sound-proofing with sudden clarity.
We savored aperitifs as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, and I sighed in perfect contentnt.
“How do you always do this?” I asked.
“What?” he replied.
I looked at him, the lines of his face half in shadow, and a small smile pulling at his lips.
“Know exactly what I need,” I answered honestly.
He took my hand and pressed it to his lips. “Because, carina, there is nothing in the world I’d rather spend ti on than you.”
I thought of Elio a few floors down, snoozing peacefully according to the baby monitor in my bag. As I’d told Elena all those months ago, I really had gotten lucky. I had the perfect husband and the perfect family.
I drained my glass. “Well, there’s one more thing I’d like to spend a little ti on tonight.”
He smiled, suddenly all hunger. “Yes? What’s that?”
I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I want to test how good that soundproofing really is, baby.”
Gio leaned away from and swept a gaze down my body. He discarded his drink on the table, stood, and murmured sothing to a passing waiter. The waiter hurried away, and Gio said, “Let’s go.”
I stood and wrapped my arm through his, noticing for the first ti how the eyes of the establishnt lingered on us as we left.
I felt beautiful, desirable, exactly what I’d been missing these last few months with Elio.
It was only a short elevator ride to our hotel room, but as soon as the doors closed behind us, Gio was on . He claid my lips in a bruising kiss, pressing to the back wall of the elevator, and I moaned into his mouth. I’d put my hair up with a single decorative pin, and he pulled it out, allowing the waves to spill loose around my shoulders. He grabbed my hip and pulled tight against his already half-hard cock. I rocked into the pressure, and he groaned.
He leaned back and pulled down the top of my dress, exposing my breasts to the elevator.
“Gio!” I gasped, but his mouth was on them so quickly that what had been an admonition quickly turned into another moan. I couldn’t worry about getting caught when he lit my body up like it had been built for him.
The elevator dinged, and we were on our floor. I pulled my dress up quickly, even though he pouted a little.
“Once Elio’s old enough to be left ho,” I panted. “Get us a floor. I’ll let you do whatever you want.”
His eyes glead as he pulled to our room. The nanny was sitting in the front room with Elio sound asleep in his crib. We thanked her, and she moved the baby to his room, planning to stay with him.
I giggled as the door shut behind her, and we hurried to the bedroom, no longer worried about the baby.
“Do you think she knew?” I asked.
Gio swept his gaze over again. “Carina, I hope the whole world knows. You’re mine, and I’m ready to remind you of just that.”
I looked up into his eyes to find love and passion mixed in a heady cocktail.
I grinned. “Well then, you’d better co a little closer.”
He closed the distance between us with a kiss and started to back towards the bed, but I spun him around and pushed him onto the mattress. He looked at through half-lidded eyes and refused to take his hands off my hips.
I grabbed the zipper at the back of the dress and pulled, letting it slip. His eyes grew dark, and he let go of just long enough for the dress to puddle on the floor.
One hand ghosted up to my breasts again, and he murmured, “I can’t believe it’s been so long. Never, never again–I’ll sound-proof our room like this.” We had had sex several tis since the baby was born, but we’d had to be quick about it. This would be different.
And he slipped off the bed onto his knees in front of . I stroked a hand through his hair, and he buried his face between my legs. I moaned as his tongue found my clit and flicked it quickly. His hands on my hips soon beca the only thing holding up as my knees shook and my orgasm raced toward .
I wound my hand deeper into his hair and pulled. He jerked back with a gasp and smiled at .
“I want to co with you inside ,” I murmured.
He stood and began to push onto the bed, but I shook my head. “I want to ride you.” I glanced down. “And I’m keeping the heels on.”
He scrambled onto the bed, and I climbed on top. I thought about undressing him, but I couldn’t deny that this ti, on top, I felt powerful naked... desirable.
I undid his belt and pants, then pulled his cock out. I ran my thumb over the bead of precum at the tip, and he groaned.
I positioned myself over him, and he grabbed my hips. I was already so wet, achingly ready, so I seated myself on him fully.
He moaned and gasped my na. His mouth stayed open, and he grabbed frantically at my hips. Even in a full suit, he looked totally undone.
I intended to drive him wild.
I rolled my hips as I rose off him, pulling another groan from his lips, and set an unforgiving pace. He t every ti, hitting depths within I hadn’t felt in ages, and my orgasm approached quickly.
I ran my hands over his chest, toyed with his nipples, and felt his movents beco equally frantic. We were going to co together.
“I missed you,” he groaned.
“I missed you, too,” I cried.
His thumb swiped over my clit, and I ca just as he did with a great, juddering gasp.
When the waves of pleasure stopped, I t his gaze.
“Pretty good,” I said, looking at all four walls. “But I think they need a little more testing.”
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