Chapter 16
Sebastian
I kiss the fuck out of Mia’s sweet little mouth. I can’t get enough. I know I shouldn’t have shown up at the gelato shop, but I couldn’t help it.
I went into a rage, pacing the small room Tony let me stay in for my visit. I tried to remember Mia and I are here on a mission, trying to clear my name, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fucking do it.
Nothing else matters, just her. And this kiss. And her safety.
I can’t sit idly by while Mia uses her body to get the info we need to set me free. I’d rather take my chances on the streets alone. I’d rather try my hardest to clear my name without putting her directly in the line of fire.
But she’d never listen to me.
She still won’t listen to me, and it pisses me off. It makes me angry when I think about her and that asshole, Enzo, together. I wanted to punch him when I walked into the gelato shop and saw his mouth getting close to hers. And now, I have to kiss away that memory.
“Sebastian,” Mia whispers, clinging to me when I finally pull away from her.
Her chest moves heavily with ragged breaths. Those tits beg for my fingers, and my lips.
I press my hardness against her, alleviating the ache for her. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“I want you, too.”
“You can’t put yourself in harm’s way for me ever again.” I run my hand over her hair. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”
“Not even if I found out where they hid the bank transactions that will clear your name?” She smiles this seductively gorgeous smile, and I already miss the taste of her lips on mine.
I want to kiss her again, but is she serious? “You know where they’re keeping that information?”
She nods.
Fuck yeah. “Where are they keeping it?”
“At Oliver’s house on his computer.”
Figures. “I can’t let you use Enzo anymore. I won’t always be there to keep you safe.”
She runs her hand along my jaw. “Yes, you will.”
I glance around, checking the crowds, seeing if anyone’s paying attention to us. I move Mia further away from the street, to a hidden alcove. Darkness cloaks us as I kiss along her neck, down the base of her throat, and further down until I’m dragging my tongue along her cleavage.
She holds onto me for dear life, and I press my hips into her once more. My dick’s so hard, and it’s turning painful with how much I need her.
But this isn’t about me right now.
I keep kissing, running my hand over the swell of her breasts. “I won’t be able to get enough of you.”
She moans out my name and I kneel before her, lifting her skirt.
“Mia, I’ve had dreams about this.”
She glances down at me. “You have?”
I run my fingers over her panties. “I’ve thought about tasting you so many times.”
She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and leans her head back against the brick.
I pull her panties down her long legs and stuff them into my pocket. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and lick along her thigh.
She moans, and pushes my head closer.
She’s greedy and I love it.
It turns me on to know she wants me as badly as I’ve been wanting her. I push the thoughts about her father, the madness with Bishop and everything else far away, as I swipe my tongue along her pussy, dragging it through her wetness.
She thrusts her hips, pushing her body against my face.
Fucking perfect.
I tease her clit, sucking and nibbling at her heated skin. I cup her ass, bringing her closer to my hungry mouth.
Fuck, this feels so good.
She rides my face as I keep working her over and over, bringing her closer and closer to her climax. She moans louder, and I smile against her wet skin, loving the fact I’m the one doing this to her.
I push a finger deep inside her and then another.
She’s so damn close, I can tell.
I can fucking tell by the way she pushes my head closer to her body. The way her hips pick up speed as she rides my face. I can tell by the sounds she makes as I push my finger in a little further as I eat her out.
“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.
Oliver’s wife is already showing the signs of intoxication. She’s handsy with her husband, and laughs at pretty much everything he says.
After dinner, we move to the patio, and Mia keeps the wine pouring. I know she’s going to have to entertain Enzo while I snoop, and I’m not looking forward to that. Actually, I’m trying not to think about it at all.
Oliver and his wife finally head to bed, telling us to stay longer, and suddenly I feel like a third wheel.
“I’m going to make a call,” I tell Enzo and Mia, moving back into the house.
They barely notice I leave, and I try to remember this is all for a greater good here. Mia isn’t into Enzo, and she’s only playing a part.
I can’t let myself worry about this right now. I have bank transactions I need to find.
I move down the hallway, passing the master suite. Oliver and Lisa are busy with their own marital extracurricular activities and I smile knowing I don’t have to worry about them hearing me.
Her moans are loud enough to wake the neighbors, and I just hope Oliver can last.
I open a door… linen closet.
I open another door… a guest bedroom.
I make my way to the end of the hallway and glance over my shoulder, hoping Mia’s keeping Enzo’s attention long enough for me to uncover what’s behind this door.
The thought of the two of them together makes my skin catch fire and I try to keep it cool. I take a deep breath and open the door.
Bingo.
Oliver’s office.