Chapter 9 Megan #2
I giggle at the thought of chaining myself to the bedposts and waiting for Gio to come back. There’s only one small problem: Amber. Well, perhaps more than one: I don’t know when he is coming back, and I’m ravenous, and craving caffeine, and I need to use the bathroom.
Nikki and I texted until the early hours of the morning. A lot has happened since I last saw her. She waited until I’d told her everything about me and Gio before hitting me with her own secret: she’s having a fling with someone on set.
Who????????????????? I messaged her back.
Nikki: I can’t tell you, Meg, sorry. I promised.
Me: Is it Arthur? Please let it be Arthur. Why can’t you tell me? What’s the big secret? Is he married? Oh, fuck, he’s married, isn’t he? And you called me the floozy!
For the first time ever, I squeezed all my questions into one message, and even that didn’t persuade her to reveal her secret lover’s identity. All she did was reply with a million laughing-face emojis.
Me: I told you everything.
Nikki: You’re easily manipulated.
Me: Please, Nik, you have to tell me!
I still don’t know who the mystery guy is, but I’m happy for my friend. Her messages were exuberant, liberally sprinkled with smiley-face emojis, and she didn’t mention the movie once.
Is she in love?
I throw back the comforter and sit up, stretching my arms above my head.
Am I in love?
My pulse races and my heart flutters, making me feel lightheaded.
This is how I feel whenever I think about Gio, but how am I supposed to know if this is excitement, lust, or something much deeper?
I mean, my heart flutters whenever I watch Benson Boone perform a backflip on YouTube, but I’m not in love with him.
Or maybe I am, just a little, but that’s different.
My phone vibrates, and I literally can’t think straight when I see Gio’s name appear on the Caller ID.
“Hello?” Wow, even to my own ears, I sound like a giggly flustered teenager.
Get a grip, Meggie, for God’s sake. He’s only the most perfect being to have ever been created, who does the kind of mind-blowing things to you that you read about in spicy romance novels.
“Hello, Meggie.”
Is it normal to love the way my name rolls off his tongue this much? I could come just listening to him say my name.
“I’m flying back to New York today,”
Yep, there goes my heart again. “Did you get everything sorted?”
He pauses a beat too long, but I’m too excited to pay any attention. “Yes. Meggie, I’m sorry about my brother showing up unannounced. We need to talk—”
“It’s fine, Gio. You don’t need to explain anything.”
I can hear him breathing at the other end of the call.
I picture him standing in the dappled shade of a lemon tree, barefoot, his shirt unbuttoned, sunglasses pushed up onto his head, a smattering of freckles across his nose.
I know the picture isn’t accurate, and that he’s probably wearing a suit and sitting behind a desk in an air-conditioned office, but my heart gallops anyway.
“Be ready for me, Meggie.”
“I will.”
The call ends with a click.
I float across the room and open the door to Gio’s walk-in closet.
Man, the guy owns more suits than Giorgio Armani.
Everything is neat, organized, color coordinated.
Everything is in its correct place. I cringe when I think about the wonky rail in my bedroom at home, and the sweaters hanging haphazardly alongside jeans, a couple of summer dresses, and a Christmas jumper with a wooly carrot stitched onto Rudolph’s face.
We’re worlds apart, Gio and I. But I refuse to let it dampen my excitement today.
He’s coming back. To me. He could’ve paid Ric to give me some money and make sure that I vacated his apartment before he returned, but he didn’t. He could’ve stayed in Sicily until I got bored and left of my own accord, but he didn’t.
And I’m already wet, thinking about what he’ll do to me when he gets back.
I pull a white T-shirt from the top of a neat stack of identical white T-shirts and drag it over my head.
Amber and I eat soft-boiled eggs and toast soldiers for breakfast, and I tell her that we can do whatever she wants today.
“Can I go see Orion?”
Roma’s chihuahua.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, but Roma is leaving today.”
Her face crumples momentarily, but she quickly recovers when she remembers that Ric promised to take her on the ferry.
“He did?”
“Can I go with him? Please?”
How can I refuse?
I trust her with Ric as much as I trust her with Gio; wherever Amber goes, a whole bunch of bodyguards will go too.
Any reluctance I might feel about not spending the day with her while we’re on vacation quickly fades when I think of Gio.
“Okay, but I want you to hold Ric’s hand everywhere you go.”
“I will, I promise.”
Instead of being chained, naked, to Gio’s bedposts when he gets back, I’m covered in flour, damp hair sticking to my forehead, with chocolate smeared across my chin.
He grins when he sees the mess in the kitchen. He, of course, is immaculate in a crisp white shirt, and gray pants.
Depositing a suitcase onto the counter, he skirts around the island, winds his fingers through my hair, tilts my head back and kisses me, long and hard.
I forget that I’m holding a wooden spoon covered in vanilla flavored dough studded with Oreo chunks and peanut butter. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and gaze into his beautiful brown eyes while he sticks his tongue down my throat.
He carries me through the bedroom, lowers me onto the bed, and watches me while he undresses.
“Ciao, fiore. I missed you.”
My chest swells with joy. He missed me!
“I missed you too.”
“How much?” His voice is husky.
I spread my hands as far apart as they will go. “This much.”
He chuckles, and the sound sends shivers of excitement right through me. “I thought you would be ready for me?”
“I considered chaining myself to your bed, but I couldn’t quite work out the logistics.”
His cock springs free and bounces against his abdomen as he lowers his boxers. “I’m sure that it could be arranged.”
He goes into the dressing room and returns with a handful of silk ties.
“Take off your clothes, fiore. I want to see what I’ve been missing.”
I drag the T-shirt over my head, hoping that he doesn’t notice the chocolate stains on the front. Then, I stand up and take off the denim shorts, facing him wearing only my panties.
His eyes devour my body, and my sex starts throbbing. “And the panties, Meggie. I want to see all of you.”
I push them over my hips and step out of them. My nipples are erect, and I’m dripping wet, and I still can’t believe that a man can have such an effect on my body that I’m powerless to control it.
“Lay down, fiore.” His cock bobs with each word.
I don’t need to be told twice. I lay back on the bed, spreadeagled, and my pussy thrums in anticipation for him to come and fill me up.
Gio doesn’t speak as he binds my wrists to the bedposts first, and then my ankles. I watch him watching me, every nerve end in my body tingling.
He climbs onto the bed and lies beside me, his body pressed against mine. He kisses my ear, my neck, my jawline, licking the chocolate from my chin. He nibbles his way down to my breasts and sucks on my nipples, slowly, teasing them until they’re pink and engorged.
Then, he straddles my legs, parts the folds of my sex with his fingers and dips his head. “Are you ready for me now, fiore?” His breath is warm on my pussy.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Si, amore. Say it.”
“Si, amore.” Because I’m the one who is tied up here, and I will literally repeat anything he tells me to say if it means that he’ll make me come.
“Should I believe you?” He’s still holding me open, and he still hasn’t touched me.
“Yes. Si! Lick me, Gio, or I’ll come without you.”
“That’s more like it, bella. Mio fiore.”
He slides his tongue into my sex, and the results are instantaneous. My orgasm has been lurking right there, just waiting for this moment. I’m panting, my brain cells are reeling, and I’m going to come all over his face before he even touches my clit.
Gio pulls his tongue out and sits back on his haunches. “I guess you really did miss me.”
“Yes. Lick me, Gio.” I sound desperate.
I am desperate!
“I think I should make you wait, huh?”
He slides a finger into me and leaves it there, with my pussy tightening around it.
He sucks my inner thigh, drawing blood just beneath the surface of the skin.
He sucks my mound. The tip of his tongue barely flicks inside me before he slides it back out again, teasing, tormenting me because he knows how badly I want it.
When he finally slides his finger out of me, I’m concentrating so hard on holding back my orgasm, that I barely notice until he opens me up again and drags his tongue across my clit. I last about ten seconds before I explode.
Gio keeps right on holding me open, licking and sucking and licking some more, and my orgasm keeps right on coming.
I’m completely spent, and my entire body is limp when he slides his cock inside me, all the way. His mouth smothers mine, and he holds onto my bound wrists, kissing me without coming up for air while his cock pounds into me, and he fills me with his own cum.
For a long while after, we lay on Gio’s bed, relaxed in each other’s arms with no need for words.
When his phone vibrates somewhere on the floor, I twist my face and kiss him on the lips. “Do you have to get that?”
“I should.”
I don’t want him to leave my side, but I understand how much of his time he has devoted to me and Amber since we met.
I roll over and watch him cross the room to locate his pants in a crumpled heap on the floor. He finds his phone and raises it to his ear. I can hear the wasp-buzz of the voice on the other end, but it’s the way Gio’s eyes snap to mine that fills me with dread.
“Where are you now?” He looks away, and I know something is wrong.
Then, I remember that Amber is with Ric, and my heart almost leaps from my chest.
I move on autopilot, sliding my legs over the side of the bed, pulling on my clothes, trying to ignore how weak my legs feel.
He ends the call, and his words hit me like snowballs, whump, whump, whump.
“They’ve lost Amber.”