Her jaw dropped. "What? Again? Fuck no!" She tried to scramble off him in a hurry, but the sheet wrapped stubbornly around her legs. She barely made it two inches before it tightened and tangled further, trapping her mid-escape.
Luca burst out laughing.
In one swift motion he caught her wrist, pulled her back, and flipped them so she landed on the mattress with a soft bounce.
Vee giggled helplessly as he climbed over her. "Luca!"
"Even gravity wants you under me," he said smugly before leaning down to kiss her collarbone.
"Luca..." she tried again, though the protest had already lost half its strength.
Her earlier determination to escape dissolved quickly. The man had an unfair ability to turn her thoughts into complete nonsense with just a touch.
And he knew it.
The smug bastard.
His mouth moved slowly along her skin. His fingers brushed over her nipples.
Vee inhaled sharply.
The small sound made Luca grin against her skin. "Thought you said ’fuck no,’" he murmured.
She groaned and covered her face with her hands. "Luca, I swear to God—"
He gently pulled her wrists away.
"Relax," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her knuckles as his fingers drifted lower.
The slut in her gave in instantly. It had been twice that night already. Once in the car and then when they returned home from dinner. What in the world was wrong with them?
"You’re always ready for me." he whispered in her ear as he felt her wetness.
"That’s because you drive me crazy." Her gaze held his.
"Same here, love. Same here." He asserted as he slid inside her, riding them both to a place where they never tired of going.
Veronica clutched at his shoulders, her fingers digging lightly into his skin as he moved with her. Luca buried his face against her neck, breathing her in.
Their rhythm slowed, unhurried, neither of them rushing toward an ending. It wasn’t about that tonight. It was about the closeness, the warmth, the quiet reassurance of skin against skin.
*****
The bell above the door jingled softly.
"Welcome to Scalese Pizza parlour, what can I..."
The words froze in her mouth once she identified the man standing at the counter.
Her entire face lit up. "Cassidy!" Valentina shrieked.
The quiet afternoon inside the pizza parlour shattered instantly as she rushed around the counter and threw her arms around him.
Cassidy barely had time to react before she squeezed him tight.
"How are you?!" she demanded, pulling back just enough to look at his face.
"I’m good," he said with a small laugh. "I’m alright."
Valentina leaned back, still gripping his arms as she studied him.
"Oh my God, you look different."
And he did.


Valentina brightened immediately. "Yeah, thanks to Luca." The words slipped out before she could stop them.
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