*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 ...