He nodded, and their meeting came to a close. Thomas stood up and flattened out any wrinkles on his jacket. The vulnerability he’d seen just moments ago disappeared as if it hadn’t even been there.
“As always, it is a pleasure doing business with you. I will not keep you from your wife any longer. I had to look a few times, Giovanni. She doesn’t look like the scared woman who walked down the aisle to you.”
He smiled. To him, that was a compliment.
They left together. Thomas entered the main hall first, and Giovanni followed not too far behind him.
At first, he couldn’t find his wife, and he glanced through the entire hall. She wasn’t near. Hands clenched into fists, he tried to find her, feeling a panic swirl in his gut.
“Giovanni,” Valentina said, quickly moving to his side.
He spotted Leonardo following close behind her, and he stared into her eyes, seeing the worry there. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he kissed her temple. “I see you kept my wife entertained while I dealt with business. Thank you.” He held a hand out toward Leonardo. The man looked like he was about to reject him, and he waited, but Leonardo clasped his hand.
Giovanni grabbed his palm tightly, giving it a good firm shake. He’d always felt Leonardo’s handshakes were a little … soft. “It’s a pleasure to see you again,” Giovanni said. The lie spilled from his lips with ease.
“And you. Valentina looks stunning. She caught my eye and I had to wonder who the fool was to leave her unattended.”
“No fool,” he said. “Just someone who knows she can handle herself.” He kissed her temple again. “Excuse us.”
He stepped out of the main hall and found a private office. Pulling Valentina against him, he slammed the door closed and pressed her up against the door.
“I swear nothing happened,” she said.
“Valentina, baby, I know nothing happened.” He pressed his face against her neck. “Do you have any idea what it is like to be away from you?” He breathed her in.
“N-no.” She let out a little gasp, then a small, soft moan.
“It’s torture.” He cupped her face, turning her toward him. “And I need you.”
“Right now?”
“Right now.” He slid his hand through the slit of her dress, finding the thin evidence of fabric, and he groaned. Tightening his grip, he gave it a soft tug, and it came away with ease. He stuffed it into his pocket, then cupped her pussy.
At first touch, she was dry, but as he kissed her and stroked her clit, she softened for him, and he liked that. Leonardo didn’t evoke any reaction from her, but he did.
He pushed her dress out of the way and then reached down, easing his cock out of the zipper he’d lowered. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her, and she let out a little cry, but then he pressed her against the wall.
With the tip against her core, he pulled her down onto his length. They both gasped, as inch by inch, he filled her tight cunt. It was a fucking dream. He couldn’t get enough of her. So fucking perfect.
“Hold me,” he said.
She circled her arms around his neck and slammed her lips down on his. He used the grip on her ass and the leverage of the wall to keep them both steady. Driving in and out of her, he fucked her with all his might, pounding within her, feeling her quicken, and knowing she was close.
Giovanni couldn’t stop.
Even before she reached orgasm, he held her at just the right angle and slammed to the hilt within her soft walls, filling her once again with his cum.
The orgasm went on and on. When it finally ebbed, he reached between them, teasing her clit and stroking her pussy. Within seconds, she had joined him at the pleasure point. Her soft cries echoed in the air.
“You’re perfect,” he said. He was the luckiest man alive to have Valentina.
Thomas Rossi had no idea the lengths he would go to protect her. Even taking out the bastard’s son if he had to. If there was even a slither of proof, he’d hunt Leonardo. He’d make sure the bastard had no choice but to die.
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Valentina hated going to parties. Especially the baby showers. She and Giovanni had been married three months, and since coming home from their honeymoon, they had no choice but to attend six baby shower celebrations.
She hadn’t even realized there were so many events like this, but she was growing bored of them. The women always looked at her with pity. As if they felt she was defective because she hadn’t announced a pregnancy.