“It’s a surprise.”
Five hours later and we’re walking out of the Miami International Airport to wait for the car service. Johnny is with us but keeps his distance. The air in Miami is a lot like the air in Vegas: hot and humid and sticky as hell. It’s almost ten o’clock at night in Miami, but it still feels like it’s a hundred degrees outside. July in Florida is no joke. The sweat instantly beads above my brow and I wipe it away.
Thankfully, the car service pulls up only minutes after we step outside, and after taking our bags, we take off to the hotel. Johnny sits in the front with the driver, Gio sitting in the back with me. He makes several phone calls and sends numerous messages on the way while I stare out at the view of the Miami bay. It’s pitch black but the twinkling lights of the city reflect off the water. I pull out my camera and hit the button to roll down my window and snap some pictures. If the hot air whipping through the car bothers Gio, he doesn’t say anything.
We pull up to a luxurious hotel and, without grabbing our bags, Gio takes hold of my hand and walks inside to check in. While he’s speaking to the woman at the desk, I spot a sign near the front door and damn near have a heart attack.
Miami Photography Art Exhibit
The date for the exhibit is this weekend and it’s featuring several artists I would die to meet. If this isn’t the reason we’re here, I’m going to have to convince Gio to go with me if we can still get tickets. He finishes checking in and I point to the sign. “Please tell me we’re going.”
He follows my line of vision to the sign and tries hard to stifle his smile, but I catch it before he can contain it.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I jump up into his arms—his strong hands catching me—and bring my hands to either side of his face, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. “Thank you! I can’t believe this. Francis Ricci, Cheri Vitelli, and Valerie Malone are all here!”
“I’m assuming they’re photographers…”
I gasp at Gio’s ignorance. “Not just photographers. The best photographers.”
He chuckles and drops his hands from under my ass, my body dragging down the front of his as he slowly brings me to my feet.
“And what would you do for these tickets to see the best photographers, amore mio?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows playfully. I press my body up against his, bringing my knee up slightly to rub against his crotch, feeling him grow harder as I rub.
“I think we should go up to our room and I’ll show you exactly what I’m willing to do for the tickets.” I rub my knee one last time before backing away and sauntering toward the elevator, making it a point of putting a little extra sway in my step.
Chapter Thirty
GIOVANNI
Aria is dressed in a one-of-a-kind Valentino black off the shoulder floor length gown. On one side, there’s a slit that goes all the way up her thigh almost to her hip bone. It’s the perfect mix of classy and sexy. Her brown locks are hanging down her back in loose waves and she’s almost to my chin in her five-inch fuck-me heels. Her face looks flawless with the little bit of makeup she’s put on, and she’s pacing the living room of our hotel while I’m texting on my phone. I’ve felt the heat of her stare on me for the last ten minutes but I’ve ignored her.
It’s true that we’re here for Aria to meet her favorite photographers and see the , but there’s something else we’re here for, something that will make her night even more memorable. I’m waiting for the exhibit coordinator to text me and let me know when we can head down to the convention center where the exhibit is being held.
My phone buzzes in my hand with the message I’ve been waiting for. Standing, I throw on my tuxedo jacket since it’s a black-tie affair, and tie my tie. When Aria sees this, she lets out a loud huff. “Finally! You would think with the way you screamed my name during that blow job I gave you last night, you would’ve let us go down there early!”
My cock twitches remembering Aria’s warm wet mouth wrapped around my cock, the way she slurped and sucked and showed me over and over again how badly she wanted the tickets. “Keep talking like that and we’ll be late.” I reach over and pull her into me, kissing the corner of her mouth so I don’t ruin her lipstick. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Her mouth twitches as her beautifully lined lips pull up into a soft smile. “Thank you. Now can we please go?”