EroticReverie

Giovanni

I send Josephine back to the floor and walk to my office , a smirk on my face and I straighten my tie. Unconcerned with the wet spot on my pant leg, because nobody can see it in the dim lights of the club and I go straight back to my office. 

“Well, well, well” a voice sends my eyes lifting up from the floor to my desk and the chairs in front of it. My sons. 

My eyes lift and I see the computer monitor is turned.  The security feed still rolling from where I left it. And one of those cameras , is the stairwell. 

“Care to explain yourself ?” Angelo asks, a teasing tone to his voice as my other two sons snicker.

“No. I do not. What are you little fucks doing in my office?” I grumble as I walk over to my desk and motion for Angelo to get out of my chair and he stands and I turn the monitor back into place and sit down. 

“Did she manage to age a few years overnight or something?” Fabrizio asks biting back a smile. 

“Shut your damn mouth. Whatever you saw is none of your concern.” I say a bit angrily. I knew they were just busting my balls. 

“I asked what you fools wanted” I say and straighten my tie and then look at my sons who are all still smirking and shaking their heads. I grumble. 

Fabrizio crosses his arms. 

“So THAT is why she was off limits.  You already had your dick in her cookie jar.” He says and shoot him a glare. 

“Watch your fucking mouth.” I warn him and his brows pop. As do Angelo and Anthony’s. 

“And for your information. I didn’t fucking…plan on laying a god damn finger on her.” I growl. Because something about the fact she was nineteen still had me feeling like a god damn pervert. She was legal, sure, but it didn’t matter. I still felt wrong for wanting her. 

“Oh. You laid more than a finger on her” Fabrizio chuckles and I slap my hand down on the desk. 

“Enough!” I bark. 

“I’m fucking kidding” Fabrizio says as if to try and diffuse the anger he sees clear as day on my face. 

“We’re busting your balls. “ Angelo says , Anthony nodding. 

“You deserve to have some fun for once.” Anthony says. 

“She’s not a fucking toy.” I growl at my sons and they all study me with curious glances. 

“Of course not. That’s not what I meant” Angelo says. 

I run my hand through my hair and sigh and lean back in my chair. 

“God, I’m a fucking monster” I grumble. 

“What? Why?” Fabrizio asks and I just look at them. 

“She’s nineteen” I say and then run my hand over my face. 

“She’s an adult.” Angelo says. 

“Fucking barely” I ground through my teeth. 

“You like her.” Fabrizio says. Not a question. A statement. 

I take a deep breath and exhale a sigh. 

“I do.” I say and they all smile, not in a teasing or smirking way, but as if they’re proud or happy. 

“So then what’s the issue? Why hide her?” Anthony asks. 

“I’m not..hiding her” I say. “It’s new. It’s ..” I sigh and I tell them a brief summary of how I found out Josephine was living in her car. That I’d brought her back to my place just to give her a place to stay and ended up losing my mind over her. 

“I haven’t…done anything with her. Just..”

“We know” Anthony says , so I don’t have to have the awkward pleasure Dom conversation with my sons. They already know my reputation and what I like. So when I say I haven’t done anything. They know I mean that I haven’t had sex with her. 

“And you’re sure she’s not a gold digger?” Anthony asks. I know he doesn’t mean it offensively, that he’s worried about her intentions , they know that the last relationship I tried years ago ended badly when I realized it was more my bank account that had the woman interested. 

I huff. “She’s very much not a gold digger. I had to fight her just to let me bring her back to my place. She didn’t want my help.”

They nod. 

“Then let yourself be happy.” Fabrizio says and my sons give me a look. It’s concern on their faces. 

“ I’ve been happy”

“Bullshit. You’re a lonely miserable fuck. And that last bitch did a number on you and you haven’t let yourself try again with anyone else” Angelo says. 

“Watch your mouth.” I growl at him. 

“Sorry” he says raising her hands. 

“She was and IS a bitch though” Fabrizio says and my nostrils flare as I glare at them. 

“I didn’t raise you to use that word when talking about women” I growl at my sons, grown fucking men. 

“Well too bad, cause she was a gold digging bitch” Fabrizio says. “If the shoe fits” he shrugs and I clench my jaw. I know they’re just defensive for me. And I appreciate but still don’t like them calling her that. 

“But forget that” Angelo says. “You’re allowed to want to see where it goes with her.” 

“Age is nothing. Legally she’s an adult. And there’s no reason for you to feel bad about it. She’s fucking hot, and into you. So why not?”

—

I spend the next half hour with my sons in my office and god I felt so strange. Taking advice from the three men that I’d raised. I was supposed to be the one giving THEM advice. 

But when they leave, it actually works, the guilt for wanting a nineteen year old feels lighter and less prominent in my mind. And with their help and advice, their encouragement, and their reminder that I’ve been alone for a long time…I decide that I’m tired of being alone. Of not having that connection to another person. 

—-

We both park in the parking garage under the apartments after leaving work. I walk around and help Josephine out of her car quickly before she can get out herself. 

She smiles up at me. There’s a playful little roll of her eyes as I open her car door for her. As if she wants to tell me that I don’t have to do it. But she’s smart and quickly learning how pointless it is to argue with me, especially over something as small and basic as opening her car door. 

“Thank you” she says as she takes my hand and I help her step out and she stands and closes the car door and slings her small purse over her shoulder and smiles up at me. 

“Let’s go upstairs Josephine” I say before I’m anymore tempted to lean down and kiss her. 

“Yes daddy” she smirks and I cock my brow and then slide my hand behind her and against her lower back and watch her breath hitch as I barely touch her. Fuck I loved her reaction to my touch so god damn much. As if her body is desperate for it. 

—-

When we get upstairs, I scoop her up into my arms making her squeal and carry her to the kitchen where I set her on the island. She’s biting her lip as she looks at me with a smile on her face. 

“Your feet must be killing you” I say as I slide my hands down the outsides of her legs. I take her heels off one at a time. My finger working the sexy straps that I’d tied around her ankles earlier and I watch her toes curl and her ankles roll as I remove them from her feet. 

I take her feet in my hands. Rubbing them gently. 

“Are you hungry baby?” I ask , knowing she hasn’t eaten since her lunch break earlier. 

She bites her lip and shakes her head. 

“Liar” I say with a smirk. Because I can tell she wants to skip anything that’s not me pleasuring her or giving her the night of endless orgasms I promised. 

“I’m so wet Gio” she says softly and my brow cocks and my jaw tightens as I grab her ankles and groan. 

“Why do I have a feeling you are always going to be wet Josephine?” I tease slightly. 

“Because you make me this way” she answers and I groan.  

“You need to eat something. And you need to drink some water Josephine” I tell her. 

She pouts slightly but I just smile, turning and prepare her a small light meal , so I can make sure my girl is fed and hydrated before I take her downstairs to the part of my place she’s yet to see.