His fingers had drifted from her belly to between her thighs, rubbing slowly..
"Luca," she warned, "I have to go help Nonnina."
"You came in here," he countered, shifting closer, his voice dropping lower, "you brought your pretty self, bounced on my cock, and now you expect me to behave?"
"That is not what I—" Her words cut off into a quiet laugh as he leaned in, brushing a slow kiss against her neck. "Luca..." she tried again, but she tilted her head slightly.
He smiled against her skin, clearly pleased with the effect. "Come on," he murmured. "You know exactly how to make me lose my mind."
Vee tried to squirm away again, but his hand held her steady against him.
"Please, mummy," he teased. "Give daddy some sugar. We’re not going to get much fucking time when the baby comes," he added.
"I would," Vee said, already trying to pry herself free, "but I’ve got to go. Nonnina is waiting. I need to help her with breakfast."
"She’ll understand."
"Luca!"
There was just enough desperation in her voice to make it funny.
"Come on!" she begged, half laughing now as she tried again to slide away from him.
"You’re starving me," he replied, dead serious.
She pushed lightly against his chest, trying to sit up properly, but his hand was still tracing slow, distracting patterns over her jeans like he had nowhere else to be and all the time in the world. "Stop being needy," she said.
"Ouch."
"Luca," she warned again.
Luca finally let out a quiet breath, considering surrender. Vee took advantage of the moment, shifting just enough to sit up properly, smoothing her hair back with one hand.
"Okay," she said, adjusting her tone. "I promise I’ll come to the office for your weekly entertainment."
One brow lifted, he smiled.
"I like the sound of that."
"I knew you would." She nudged him lightly. "Just make sure you come down for breakfast and I will rock your world."
He eased his grip just slightly enough to show he was considering being reasonable. "Promise?" he asked.
Vee nodded. "Promise," she asserted.
Finally, reluctantly, he let her go.
"Fine... go... leave me high and dry..." Luca muttered, rolling onto his back.
Vee rolled her eyes—again—and jogged out of the room, her laughter trailing faintly behind her.
Luca stared up at the ceiling. His face tightened back into a frown. He had tried to lighten himself for her, to be the version of himself that was always distracted by her, the one that made her laugh instead of worry.
But the previous day refused to loosen its grip.
Luca exhaled slowly and pushed himself up. The warmth of the moment with Vee faded. He really had to get on top of things. His enemies were getting bolder.
They were reaching in for people they had no business touching. That required a strong response. He needed to remind the entire city what happens when someone thinks they can touch his family.
His jaw tightened. It would have been nice—very nice—to send that message through Renato.


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