“I’m coming, Sebastian. Oh, god,” she groans out, long and hard.
I go faster, sucking harder, getting her off right here in the streets of Rome.
She fists my hair in her hands until she comes down from her high. When the tiny tremors stop, I lower her skirt and rise to where I’m standing in front of her.
“I can barely stand,” she says.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” I put my arm around her, helping her get her balance.
Mia’s got this soft glow about her. Her cheeks are tinged pink from her exertion, and it turns me on. I loved feeling her come on my face, and now I want her orgasm on other parts of my body.
I glance toward the gelato shop, hoping like hell Enzo didn’t see anything.
“I don’t see him,” Mia says, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd.
“Here.” I take a coin from my pocket and put it in her hand.
“What?” she asks, looking at the quarter.
“Let’s make a wish.” I take her hand and guide her to the front of the fountain, then circle her slender waist with my arms.
Perfect fit. This girl was made for me.
Mia closes her eyes and moves her pouty lips, whispering, before throwing the coin into the fountain pond in front of us.
She’s calling for magic. While I’m here, embracing her, asking for a miracle.
We walk back to Tony’s, neither of us talking about what just happened between us. I know we’re in an awkward situation, but there’s nothing more in this world that I want than to have her come into my room tonight so I can fully enjoy her body.
When we step into the house, Enzo is sitting on the couch. “Mr. Sabatini, if I could have a word with you.”
Mia stomps off to her room, pretending to be upset, and I almost laugh at her attitude. It’s cute, and I’m hoping Enzo can’t feel the sexual tension I have with Mia.
“What?” I ask.
“Sir, I want you to know I’d never disrespect you or your daughter.”
This conversation is just wrong on so many levels. I don’t want to be having it. Instead, I want to sneak into Mia’s room and do what we just did all over again.
I sit on the sofa next to Enzo. “What are you hoping for with Gia?” I have to remember to say Gia and not Mia. I’ve almost slipped so many times over the past few days.
“I just want to get to know her. I like her. There’s no ulterior motive, sir.”
I have to appreciate this man calling me sir, but I don’t want him liking my Mia.
I also know we need to get to Oliver’s house. Together, if we can.
She can keep them busy while I hack into the computer.
“How about we have a dinner?” Enzo says, interrupting my thoughts. “We could go to Oliver’s house in Rome. I’m sure he’d love to know more about what Georgio is planning.”
“Ok, that can work.”
“Tomorrow?”
I nod. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’d like to go to bed.” So I can jerk the fuck off.
The next evening, Mia and I dine at Oliver’s table, enjoying delicious risotto. I push the creamy rice around on my plate as I watch Enzo and Mia flirt with one another.
It pisses me off, but I know it’s a necessary evil.
“So, Gia, what are your plans for the future?” Lisa, Oliver’s wife, asks.
“She wants to be an event planner,” Enzo answers for her.
My eyes shoot to Mia’s. How come Enzo knows this?
“She’s really good at it,” I chime in, wanting Enzo to know that he doesn’t know some big secret about her.
Mia blushes. “Thanks. I just love bringing events together.”
Lisa smiles. “We’re planning an anniversary party. Maybe you can give me a few pointers?”
Mia straightens in her seat. “Absolutely, sure.”
I smile, knowing now we have a great way for Mia to keep their attention while I go snooping around the house.
I hate doing it this way, but I can’t just very well ask them for the information. That would be too suspicious.
I want to touch Mia in some small way, so I place my hand over hers, giving hers a light squeeze. “I love the idea.”
Oliver and Enzo share a strange look between them, and I realize maybe touching Mia like this isn’t very fatherly. I remove my hand quickly, coughing to cover up my faux pas.
Oliver laughs a little and then launches into his home and how he and his wife found the place. We all listen as he talks and talks.
I finally tune him out, thinking about how I can get into his office and onto his computer. Mia stares at me like she can read my mind.
“Let’s have more wine,” she says, grabbing the bottle of red from the table and pouring more into Oliver and Enzo’s glass.
I smile, agreeing with Mia on the wine. Yes, let’s get them all drunk. It’s easier to maneuver around a house when all the people in it are wasted.