*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, but with his other hand, he pulled the block away.
“I thought you said you could handle it?” His gaze was severe on my face as his thumb began circling my clit ever so lightly.
