Around the World in 80 Men Series Boxed Set 1-10

by Brandi Ratliff

  “Moscato, right?” He smiled at her confusion, then recognition took hold.

  “Angel, the little sneak!” Obviously, he had filled his boss in on the little detail. When Gio shrugged his shoulders as if he had no idea what she was talking about, Morgan huffed then laughed at her handsome date.

  As Gio picked up his menu, he slowly raised one arm and snapped his fingers loudly. A second later, soft blue and white lights radiated from the floor. “Wow!” Morgan's jaw did drop at the sight of the glass floor that showcased the same array of fish that she had seen from the outside. “This is so beautiful, Gio!” She pushed her chair out and took a better look.

  Moments later, she brought her chair back to the table, hoping that she hadn't made a fool out of herself. Then again, she thought, it was probably the reaction that he was hoping for. “So, what's good here?” Morgan picked up her menu and began browsing.

  “Everything is good here, but the steak is the best in all of Rio.” He put his menu down and Morgan nodded.

  “Steak it is.” She watched him as he raised his hand to the awaiting server, and ordered their meals like a seasoned pro. Gio was certainly the Showboat type, the kind of man that not only enjoyed the finer things in life, but he got just as much enjoyment from showing it to others. She could also see that he had an intense passionate side, one that she had only been given a glimpse of the night before. She found that she was quite attracted to his confidence, because most men in life only had that type of confidence when they were really good at something. Other than business, I'm sure you're very good in other areas.

  She watched the server leave after delivering their wine and bread, then put her hand over his that was resting across the side of the table. “You know, we haven't even kissed yet. I mean, not a real kiss that is.” He raised his brows and nodded slowly.

  “If you'll recall, I didn't exactly have time to get a shower before I left this afternoon. So...I wore your...shall we say, passion, all afternoon.” She looked down at their hands and blushed, then raised her eyes to meet his once again. “And while I was being tortured with every breath I took today, I too realized something.” He shifted in his chair as his body began to grow hard. “With the exception of your little foot against my chest, you had me on my knees, bringing you pleasure, while I was forced to take care of myself. And yes, all of that without one kiss nor touch from you.” He shook his head and his eyes warned that it wouldn't happen again.

  Morgan giggled and told him that he got what he wanted, something that he'd never had before. They both laughed and conversation turned much lighter as their meals were finally delivered.

  Gio was also right about the steak, it was the best she'd ever had and Morgan ate every last bit of it. “Gio, that was wonderful! Thank you for recommending it, I loved it!” He nodded politely as they both leaned back in their chairs.

  “What will it be now? A walk along the beach? A trip to my favorite bakery for dessert? Or would you like to just enjoy our wine for awhile longer?” He eyed her as she weighed her options.

  “That depends.” She cocked her head to the side as he leaned forward and put his elbows on the table.

  “On what?”

  “On how private this room really is.”

  Chapter Seven

  Gio's eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned back again in the tall black chair. With another loud finger snap, the server was at his side in seconds. “Leave us, and lock the door.” The young man nodded and left the room, and Morgan smiled widely when she heard the door being locked.

  “I wonder...,” Morgan got up slowly and walked to the back of his chair, “if I snap my fingers, will I get what I want?” She pulled his jacket from his shoulder and down his arms then placed it on the cleared table. “I mean, if there was something that I really wanted...,” she unbuttoned his white shirt and pulled it from his body, “could I have it?”

  Giovani leaned his head back on the chair as Morgan ran her hands down his chest. “If it's within my power, it's yours.” He moaned softly when her hands made their way to his tight stomach.

  She told him to push his chair out a little further from the table, and he quickly obeyed. Morgan walked to his front and put one leg on either side of his as she stood over him. She slowly raised her gown until her white g-string could be seen. “Take it off.” Gio ran his large hands from her knees to her waist, then put his fingers around the strings on the sides. With one quick jerk, her panties were torn from her body and discarded. “I want more of what you gave me last night.” She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and brought his hand to her center.

  “Is this what you want?” Gio's finger slid through her pink folds and he watched her head lean back as she released a long sigh of approval. “And this?” His long finger slowly entered her.

  “Hmmmm yes.” She reached down to put her hand over his, to push him further inside. He knew what she wanted and he smiled as he kissed her delicate hand, then nudged her away with his mouth.

  “Is this what you want?” He withdrew and added another finger as he entered her again, at a tortuously slow pace that would drive Morgan mad. She leaned back and put her hands behind her on the table and pushed her center forward. “Not yet, Sweetheart.” Gio leaned in and flicked his tongue gently across her hardened need as he slowly moved his fingers in a sweet slow rhythm that forced Morgan's body to arch against his every move.

  The feel of his tongue against her brought a new rush of moist heat to her core and her body began to tremble as desire coursed through her body at a speed that she couldn't control. It no longer mattered how fast or slow he moved, she would be over the edge in seconds. Gio moaned into her flesh as her breathing increased and her legs tightened around his neck.

  When he pulled away, Morgan tried to bring him closer with her thighs, but Gio shook his head. “As much as I love the feel of your climax against my lips, it'll be my cock that has all the pleasure this time.” In one fluid motion, Gio wrapped his arms around her waist and stood with her, then carried her to the back of the room before placing her back on her feet. Gio's full lips came down on Morgan's open mouth and his kiss was hot, passionate, and full of the promise of what he intended to deliver. Her passion was still on his lips and tongue.

  Morgan moaned into his mouth and pulled his tongue into hers, sucking gently, until Gio finally broke the kiss. “Fuck! You like that, don't you?” His eyes looked dark, dangerous, and very aroused.

  “Yes.” Her breathy reply had barely left her lips when she felt her gown open in the back, then drop to the floor around her feet.

  He pulled her from the ground and held her against him while he kicked the red gown away from them, then righted her naked body once again. His mouth took control of hers as his hands quickly finished undressing himself, and in seconds, his naked body was pressed against hers and his hands were gripped tightly around her ass.

  Morgan felt one of his hands move from its position, then she heard the sound of a chair being dragged to toward them.

  “Bend over the chair for me, Morgan.” His demanding tone was intoxicating and she couldn't think, couldn't smile, all she could do was eagerly agree.

  “Gladly.” Her low voice made his cock jerk in response, and he guided her small frame as she put her stomach on the seat and raised her ass in his direction.

  Gio ran his hands along the most beautiful round ass he had ever seen. Then he leaned forward and put one hand on the back of the chair, and his other hand around his long sensitive cock. When he entered her, Morgan moaned loudly and Gio pushed harder in response.

  She wrapped her hands around the legs of the chair beneath her, holding her body in place while she raised her ass against his every thrust. He continued to enter her quickly and pull out slowly, it was the only way he could slow the impending avalanche of his threatening climax. She squirmed against him as he pulled out, her body begging for more.

  Gio reached around her body and his finger found
the place that would drive her over the edge in seconds. “Come for me, Morgan...fuck yeah....come for me.” Her body tightened and Gio pushed hard inside of her as Mogan's inner walls clenched tightly and her hot fluid covered his cock in a scorching flood of ecstasy. Her sounds of pleasure were quickly joined by his as he finally allowed his body to move hard and fast inside of her. When his release came, he could still feel Morgan's body tightened around his, and he pushed one last time to bury himself as deeply as possible before gently dropping his body against hers.

  “You know,” Gio spoke with a heavy voice as he pulled himself from her body, “I come to this place at least once a week, sometimes more, for the last five years and that was something I've never done.”

  Morgan turned around and gave him a knowing smile as she stood. “Told you so,” she mocked him with the same line he had used when they walked into the restaurant.

  “You're something else, Morgan. Like I said before, I completely underestimated you.” He retrieved her gown from the floor and handed it to her before finding his own clothing.

  When they were dressed, Gio put a stack of money on the table and had the door unlocked to their private room. On their way to the front doors, four of the restaurant employees spoke to them, but all of it was in their Brazilian native tongue. Morgan listened to her date's Portuguese conversations as they passed by each one and when they got outside, Gio told her they were all just telling them to have a good night. We will, she thought.

  “I'll get the car,” he told Morgan and pulled out his cell phone. “You have enough numbers, Angel. We're done,” Gio ended the conversation with his valet and stuffed his phone in his pocket. Normally, he would have called Angel while he and a date ate dessert or drank their wine...but it had been an unexpected turn of events; events in which he was grateful for, nonetheless.

  “Numbers?” Morgan questioned when he ended the call and pulled her camera from her purse and faced the restaurant once more. “Get in front of there,” she pointed to a big statue of a mermaid.

  Gio absently obeyed and walked toward the stone woman as he began to speak. “Yes...phone numbers. I don't think it's fair to just have him sit outside and wait. He's more than my assistant, you know? But, every time I come here, he goes to a bar down the street and he always seems to come back with eighty-seven phone numbers.”

  Click. The flash of the camera exploded through the darkness and Morgan captured a perfect scrapbook photo of Giovani. “So he dates a lot?” Morgan waved her hand to the left so Gio would move from the fountain and she snapped another photo of just the mermaid with water shooting from her bare breasts. “Kind of an odd sculpture, isn't it? She asked a second question without waiting for the answer of the first.

  Gio addressed both questions. “I think it's a beautiful sculpture. I have a similar one in my back yard, actually. Except she's shooting water from her mouth instead.” I knew it! Morgan remembered seeing the silhouette of a fountain the night she arrived. He continued, “and no, he gets all of the numbers, but he rarely calls any of them. Once in a while, when he goes on his week off he will see one of them, but he's more focused on work and his family.” Gio went on to tell her that Angel works with him for typically three weeks. Sometimes two, sometimes four, but he takes one week off a month. That time away from work is usually spent going home to his family and Angel gives them most of his earnings so they can keep their farm going.. She wanted to know more about her friend, but for the night, she was going to learn as much about Giovani as she could.

  As he was still talking about Angel, the man himself finally pulled up with the limo and the three of them were back at the house in twenty minutes. On the return trip, Morgan and Gio planned their evening...which consisted of more time in the hot tub, more Moscato and more Jack and Coke.

  “Girl, your phone was blowing up while you were gone. I told Tanner you couldn't wait to have his babies. Finlay asked where you were going next...I told him down under, if you know what I mean. Sean, oh, he's a fine specimen of man. I don't know why I didn't see him earlier. Tell me, Morgan, you know what's under that kilt! ” Angel followed Morgan and Giovani into the house and teased her about all of the messages he had obviously read while she was in the restaurant.

  “You didn't!” She reached for her phone and he lifted it over his head and out of her reach. “I know you didn't.” Morgan stood and crossed her arms in front of her. If she took the thrill out of the game, he'd have to give her phone back. It worked and Angel slowly handed it back with a sigh. Morgan was relieved to see she was right. Of course, Angel wouldn't do that. Her look of relief soon vanished when she looked up and saw Gio's face. He had heard all of it and suddenly, Morgan flushed with embarrassment. Shit... her date turned without another word and headed up the stairs.

  Morgan looked at Angel who shrugged his shoulders. She gave him a narrowed-eyed look and told him to bring drinks upstairs in five minutes and began up the stairs after Gio. When she got to the room, he was already undressed and getting into his silk pajamas; this time, they were a deep red.

  Morgan didn't know what to say. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she wasn't quite sure what had upset him so quickly. She did the first thing that came to mind and stripped off her dress and turned on the hot tub. “Join me?” she looked back at him as she stepped a leg into the steaming, bubbly water. To her surprise, his pants hit the floor and he followed in right behind her.

  “I'm sorry, Morgan. I shouldn't act like that,” he admitted as he lowered himself into the water.

  “What's wrong?”

  “I just...I guess I don't like hearing about other men. Are they...your clients?” His voice was low and for the first time since they had met, Morgan felt like his wall of extreme confidence had a little crack in it. Here's his sensitive side.

  “Yeah. They're clients, Gio. But, they're also friends,” she slid closer to him.

  “Where are you going on Tuesday?” He looked up at her and she couldn't quite make out his expression. Amusement? Curiosity?

  “I'm going to Australia.”

  “Well, whoever you see, he's a lucky man. If I had the time to date, I would want nothing more than to have a girl like you by my side,” he took her hand and brought it to his lips. “You've proven me wrong, beautiful. That makes you one of a kind.” They both laughed because she assumed he wasn't wrong too often.

  “You probably think I'm a little rough on the edges, huh? There's a reason for it,” Morgan nodded at his words for him to continue. “I was born into wealth. It's what I've always known. Even as a kid, whatever I wanted,” Morgan snapped her fingers at the words and he nodded. He snapped his fingers too, like he had done at the restaurant, “precisely. I just had to snap my fingers and I got it. But even as a young boy, Morgan, all of the kids who hung out with me, it was for one reason. I didn't realize it until I got older and saw the pattern with my father. You know how many wives he has gone through?”

  Morgan shook her head back and forth slowly. “He just got married in July for the fifth time. I don't want that. I knew people would never like me for me.”

  She squeezed his hand firmly and told him to look at her. When their eyes met, she told him that she liked him for him. “And Angel too!” she added.

  “That's nice, Morgan, but I don't want your sympathy. You're the sweetest girl I've ever met. If I knew better, I'd try to make you mine. I'd buy you anything you wanted.”

  “Gio, I know it might be hard to believe, but there are very sweet girls out there who would kill to be with you. The kind of girls who would support all of your traveling and always be faithful. The kind of girls who would love you just as much if you lived in a one-bedroom apartment than a thirty bedroom mansion.” He laughed and shook his head.

  “Ah, maybe there are. But, I've found what works for me for where I am in life. When I want a girl, I get one. Although, I wish they could all be like you, Ms. Holland. But, besides, I've got ANGEL,” they heard the door cr
ack open by a certain eavesdropping man and Gio made it known that he knew he was there. Angel knew he was busted and walked into the room carrying drinks and Morgan sunk deeper into the tub to hide her naked body.

  “And I'll keep this bastard around as long as he wants to put up with me,” Gio finished his sentence.

  “Gi-Gi, you think I'd ever leave this,” he spread his arms toward the ceiling, “then you are seriously tripping.” All three of them laughed, especially Morgan who knew, all jokes aside, they were the best of friends.

  Chapter Eight

  “So, you two were pretty quiet last night....did you wear the poor man out at the restaurant?” Angel's non-stop chatter while they walked through the many street shops had kept Morgan entertained since they left the house.

  “No, I did not. I'll have you know that we had a very nice evening. A very nice quiet evening.” She giggled at Angel's look, one that said he deserved more dirt than she was dishing, but would let it go.

  There was more dirt, but Morgan kept it to herself. She and Gio had enjoyed their stay in the tub, then he carried her to bed where he treated her like a queen, tenderly satisfying her in ways that she hadn't been entirely used to. The only way that Morgan had mentally described it was that the whole night had been....grown up. The thought brought a pretty blush to her face, the thought of how sweet and slow he had been with her.

  “Hmmmm, I know that look. That's the one that says my boy G rocked your world.” When Morgan looked away and smiled, Angel continued. “What? Didn't the other men treat you well?” He genuinely wanted to know, he needed to know if she were being mistreated.