Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 791 : Connection

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When Elio got home, I was nearly ready to go. I was still trying to figure out what earrings and heels I was going to match with my royal blue dress that stopped just at my knees. It was a plain dress at first look, but if someone were to look closer, they’d see that it hugged my curves in all the right places and accentuated my figure. It looked modest but was sensuous and flirty with its flared skirt.

“Dare I ask where we’re going?” I asked smiling at him through the mirror as I switched out earring choices. Finally, I settled on a pair of diamond and sapphire earrings that looked like dice dangling from my ears.

“I rented out La Booucherie.”

“Really?” I asked, turning to look up at him, as he changed clothes.

“Yep,” he said smiling that small half grin he’s always given me.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked, walking to the closet to look at my shoes.

I loved being a girl. We got to have all the cool stuff like dresses, shoes, purses, jewelry, and makeup. It was so great to dress up for myself and Elio. I couldn’t wait until our daughter could play dress-up with me.

I decided on the pumps that matched the dress, grabbed a matching clutch, and clipped the sides of my hair back with sapphire and diamond combs.

“Looking lovely, as usual,” Elio said, kissing the side of my neck and glancing into my eyes in the mirror I stood in front of to check out the overall look.

“And you’re looking gorgeous as always, my sexy man,” I said, turning in his arms to pull him into my arms and kiss him on those sexy lips.

“Don’t start that now. I mean to take you out for a nice meal, then seduce you.”

I laughed at him. “Yeah, well, you still haven’t told me what the occasion is.”

“I can’t tell you all the surprises of the night, now, can I? If I do, you’ll think I’m always supposed to do that.”

I mock-pouted at him and pushed lightly at his shoulders.

“You know you’re supposed to tell your woman everything.”

“You like my surprises and you know it.”

Well, he had me there, I thought as I walked over to my vanity and reapplied my lipstick.

He pulled on his suit jacket and put his wallet and phone in his jacket pockets, along with a money clip.

“I’ll meet you at the door. I’m going to check on Emilia before we leave.”

“I’ll go with you.”

We walked to the nursery together to find our baby girl up and playing with her toes and having an unintelligible babbling conversation with herself.

“Hello, baby,” I said, smiling at her and lifting her from the crib.

She babbled and gave me a gummy grin.

“Where’s Matilde?” Elio asked.

“Right here. I was just in the powder room,” Mom said, wiping her fingers on a towel. “Come to Nana,” Mom said, reaching her hands out to Emilia.

I reluctantly handed Emilia to her Nana and kissed Mom’s cheek.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said.

Elio kissed Mom then Emilia’s cheeks and we were on our way out the door.

Tonight, it was just Elio and me. We weren’t on family business and we weren’t going to one of our cafes or restaurants owned by the family, so Elio was driving us.

“Mind if I let the top down? It’s a nice night for it,” he suggested.

“Yes, it’s fine. I remembered to put a brush in my purse tonight, so I wasn’t worried about the wind, and it would feel good to have it blowing through my hair.”

We rode to the restaurant in relative silence, holding hands and enjoying the weather and wind on our faces and blowing through our hair.

These times spent with Elio when he was feeling lighthearted and comfortable were great. I knew there was something up because he seemed too happy and carefree for the first time in a while.

It must be a celebration, I thought. I tried to figure out why as we wove through cars, stopped at street lights, turned corners, and sped through straight-aways.

When we finally got to La Boucherie, I was excited and filled with curiosity to find out the news.

We were greeted by a hostess and showed to a lovely set table with my favorite flowers in its center. I smiled and sniffed the lovely magnolias.

We were seated and a sommelier came to take Elio’s wine order. Elio really went out of his way this time. He ordered a lovely French champagne I’d only tased once when we took a trip to France a long time ago.

We made casual conversation while our orders were taken and the drinks were served.

“I can barely sit in my seat. Don’t make me jump you, Elio,” I warned.

“I can’t possibly guess why you’re so antsy,” he said, trying to look innocent, but he had a devilish grin on his lips. No one would believe him an angel at that moment.

I tapped the pointed toe of my shoe against his ankle, and he chuckled.

“Once the meal is served, I’ll tell you, I promise,” he said, feeding me a piece of antipasto.

I took the morsel and hummed my delight in its flavors.

Once our meals were served and we were both forking up pasta and enjoying the wine, I gave Elio a meaningful look and lightly tapped his ankle again.

“It’s nothing different than what I told you earlier,” he said, chuckling a little. “I’m just feeling good about being free of the Feds. Plus, I’m really optimistic that Franky’s plan will get our guys out. Once they’re in Italy with their families, they’ll be safe, too. I’m just feeling celebratory about the whole thing.”

“It is good news,” I agreed. “And definitely good enough reason to celebrate. But if they leave the country, won’t that make the Feds want to look for them?” I was worried about that part of things.

Elio shrugged. “They won’t find them,” he pointed out, “not with our connections in Italy.”

“Well, then I agree that’s something to celebrate,” I said. “But I know you, Elio, and I know you’ve got something else up that sleeve of yours.”

He smirked. “You know me well. How do you feel about me being home during the day more often?”

“How?” I asked, feeling my stomach start to flutter. Elio home during the day, really?

“I talked to Leo about it today. He’s going to take over things there, so I can put more time into the family and being the Don.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, not really believing the great news just yet, concerned I might be hearing wrong or he might be just saying what I wanted to hear.

“It’s for real. I’m more than sure. This will give me more time with you and Emilia. It may mean that I’ll be at the warehouse more sometimes. More often than not, I’ll be able to run things from the remote office we set up in the house.”

I stood, walked over to him, and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him.

I was so happy to have him in my life, and now I’d get to have him home more often. It was like a small miracle.

“You know this dinner is really great, but the real celebration is going to happen when we get home,” I teased and nipped at his ear.

“Check please,” he called, making me laugh out loud as he left money for our meal and the tip on the table, lifted me, and carried me out of the restaurant to our car, arranging for delivery of another meal later along the way.

I was still chuckling as he clumsily opened the car door and put me in the passenger seat.

He literally ran around the front of the car to get in and start the car. As Elio drove away, I was still breathless and laughing.

The engine of the powerful sports car roared down the straightaways and lovingly hugged the curves as Elio’s hands often worshipped mine. I didn’t take his concentration from the road as he was rushing to get us home, though I wanted desperately to let my fingers roam over him while he drove. Right then, that would have been dangerous, so I waited for him to roll into the garage and cut the engine before slipping out of my dress and getting my hands on him.

Before I could grab for him, he grabbed for me, our lips coming together frantically, our teeth clicking, our tongues dueling, and our fingers touching everywhere they could.

Elio lifted me into his lap to straddle him. His fingers tested my readiness. I shouted in pleasure and impatience. He groaned his own eagerness as my wet heat coated his fingers with slickness.

He cursed and fumbled with his zipper, and I laughed and helped him.

“What’s so funny?” he grumbled as we both took the plunge.

I pushed down and he lifted his hips, our bodies joining, him filling me up, me surrounding him, all our enthusiasm broken for one moment of complete connection. His eyes connected with mine. My heartbeat pressed to his.

Our breaths mingled as we stared at each other a feral hunger in our gazes. It was as if we decided to let that primal energy out at the same time because, for the next few minutes, we were nothing but panting breaths, groping hands and fingers, and wild kisses as we rode one another to an ecstatic finish.

We stared at one another, dazed and catching our breaths. The corner of his lips twitched, and we just sat there connected, sweaty, and breathing heavily together, grinning at each other like fools.

Elio patted my hip. “You’d better get dressed.”

I leaned forward and kissed his lips. “Yes, so you can undress me the next time,” I teased.

He kissed me back. “It would be my pleasure,” he said, rubbing his hands over my sides and down my thighs before letting me move to the passenger seat to pull on my dress and grab my purse.

We went into the house and checked in on Emilia before heading to our suite. Mom was asleep in the bed we’d put in the nursery for whomever might spend the night while looking after Emilia. Emilia was asleep with her little bottom in the air and her blanket only covering her toes.

I’d pulled the blanket over her and set her pacifier nest to her just in case she woke wanting it in the night.

“Night, baby,” I whispered, touching my fingers to my lips, then her cheeks.

Elio had looked down at our baby with such affection and love in his eyes I couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again.

We were readying ourselves for bed when Elio’s phone rang.

“It’s Franky. I’ve got to get this.”

I nodded, listening to Elio’s side of the conversation.

“What’s up?”

He was quiet for a few minutes.

“If they’re going to try moving our men back to the prison tonight, what’s going down?”

He paused. “Good, good. Make sure to keep me updated when you can.”

I waited on tenterhooks to see what the whole thing was about.

As Elio settled into bed next to me, I gave him a meaningful look.

“The cops were planning to move our men back tonight, so the plan’s being moved up,” he explained. “Franky called to let me know they were going through with it tonight. He said he’d update me as soon as things were done.”

I smiled. This was good news indeed.