*Olivia*
Gio glanced at the door the waiters had been coming through. “Since you're such a nice girl, I'll ask. Do you want me to finger you to a screaming orgasm right here, where anybody could come in, or just get you soaking wet before I take you back to my place?"
I swallowed. “I'd love to see your place, Don Valentino."
A small smile cracked Gio's façade at the title, and I almost lost focus and pounced on my beautiful husband.
“Let me call for the check—" he started.
I shook my head. “But I approached you because I know I can handle it. If we only have this one night, I want everything you can give."
A hungry smile spread across his face. “I'm sure you can."
Gio's hand finally finished its climb up my leg to meet the wet heat at my center. I covered my mouth as a groan escaped
