Laughter filled the dining room as Carina, Martina and I glitterfied another shell picture frame. With rain pouring down outside, we were unable to tend the garden or go down the beach today.  Luckily, crafting was another one of Carina's favorite activities.

The front door slamming shut made all three of us jump in surprise. Footsteps stomped angrily through the foyer then quickly upstairs.  I recognized the voice grumbling curses. The last couple of weeks had been blissful for all of us.  Something must have happened to set Luca in such a terrible mood.  Rising slowly, I gave Martina a knowing look.

"Um...why don't you two clean up then head to the playroom," I suggested.  I nodded at Martina who dutifully agreed.  "While I see what's going on."

Luckily Carina happily complied.  I hastily but calmly ascended the stairs.  Judging by the second loud slamming of a door, Luca was in his office. I raised my fist over the closed door to knock, when classical piano music hit my ears. Curious because I had never heard that here before, I followed the peaceful sound to another closed door I hadn't been in yet.  It had always been shut.

When I entered the room, I closed the door softly behind me.  Crisp white walls that matched the rest of the house surrounded us with identical sandy gray floors.  A wide french door set was wide open onto a balcony letting the fresh, salty ocean breeze enter the room.  A dark navy plush couch sat against a wall and a wet bar took up a corner.

Luca leaned forward over the sparkling piano identical to the custom made one from his penthouse.  It must be the twin he once told me about.  His whole body heaved forward then back parallel to the expression of the phrases he banged out on the ivory keys with those slender, talented fingers.

I padded cautiously across the room.  His jacket and tie were already off and tossed to the side. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. A warm smile spread on my lips ready to calm him.

"Ciao, bambino," I greeted softly.  "I finally get to hear you play."

(Hi, babe)

Once he heard my voice, Luca's head snapped up. The deep angry scowl on his handsome face slowly relaxed when he saw me, lips tilting into a sexy smirk.  Though it soon faded, the force in which Luca hit the delicate keys lessened.  It tremendously changed the tone of the piece from an angry villain's theme into a soft, peaceful ballad.

Luca took a few deep breaths.  Those forest green depths bore into my soul, fingers never ceasing.  My brows furrowed slightly trying to figure out what was tearing him up so much.  No matter the cause, the beauty of his piece brought tears to my eyes.

In another few small strides, I stepped around him.  I stopped behind Luca's body as he played.  My heart began thumping harder, faster than normal.  I licked my lips.  I stared at his back, watched the tight muscles flex with each heavy breath he took, each stretching of his arms to reach the lowest or highest notes on the keys.

Gently I let my hands glide down his back then roamed up over his shoulders, squeezing slightly in a gentle massage.  Luca rolled his head back against my chest, letting his fingers slow to a stop over the keys.

"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" I asked softly, pressing my lips atop his dark locks.

Luca scoffed then reached a hand up to take hold of my wrist.  He led me to walk around to his front standing between his legs.  Rubbing a hand up and down my thigh, he rested his forehead on my stomach.  I let my fingers stroke through his hair aiming to give comfort.

"No one has ever dared come in here when I'm playing," Luca sighed, peppering soft kisses along my belly. "Except you."

I swallowed nervously then leaned back to peer down at him.  "Do you...want me to leave?"

"No," he answered with no hesitation.  Immediately he wrapped an arm around my waist and buried his face into my belly. "Stay."

"Do you want to tell me what is bothering you?"

"No."

My mind raced with ideas for topics to discuss that would distract him from the source of his agitation.  My fingers dug into his hair holding him tighter to me.

"I was...looking at venues this morning," I stated nonchalantly.

Luca hummed against my belly, peppering kisses up toward by breasts. I rolled my head back.  I relished in the sensations he always could draw out of me with any touch.  Warm hands slid up under my dress, hooking at the band of my panties and slid them down so I could step out.

"Tell me your favorites," he beckoned, pulling me easily onto his lap.

I grinned down at him, pulling the skirt of my sundress up to pool at my hips.  "Well," I mused, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. "There was Greystone Mansion in Beverly Hills..."

Luca slid a hand up my back, deftly pinching the zipper and slowly guiding it down.  "I've been there. It's nice."  He growled the last word, guiding the straps of my dress down off my shoulders then peppered kisses along the bare skin.

"Only nice?" I giggled.  He ran the scruff of his chin and cheek over the flesh.  That felt amazing.  "Hmm...what else was there? Oh! There was the Ebell Club! The Italian renaissance architecture was beau-ooo-tiful!"

I squealed the last word.  Luca's warm hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed the sensitive nub with his knuckle.  The clinking of his belt made me grin.  Our cheeks nuzzled but then I leaned back and playfully glared at him. Blinking and returning my narrowed eyes with a feigned innocent smile, he rubbed circles on my bare thighs.

"Sto ascoltando, Tigre," Luca pecked my pursed lips then grinned deviously. "Sono un eccellente a fare più di un compito alla volta."

(I am listening, Tiger)
(I'm an excellent at doing more than one task at a time)

I harrumphed but held onto his strong shoulders.  He lifted me with him while he stood and lowered his slacks. Once back on his lap on the piano bench, I chided him, "Non sono un compito, signor Scorpion."

(I'm not a task, Mr. Scorpion)

Luca cupped my cheek lovingly as he smirked up at me. "No, amore mio, mai. Sei il mio tesoro."

(No, my love, never. You are my treasure.)

"Ohhh, you're good," I chuckled, bring my lips to his.

Ardently he returned it, grinning against my lips.  I could feel his smirk that accompanied his smug reply, "You know it."

A strong hand snaked around my lower back pulling me closer to his saluting shaft.  Guiding my hips to grind over him, I felt the velvet tip teasing at my bud.  I knew what he was wanting, building toward but his mood when he came home gave me pause.

"Luca," I half moaned, my body wanted, needed, deeply desired what he offered. Still, this couldn't be the answer each time.  "Luca, wait," I pleaded, breaking the kiss and cupping his neck.

Beneath hooded eyes and a wrinkle brow, Luca did stop at my request and met my sapphire gems with his emerald ones.  "What's wrong?"

My thumbs grazed his jawline.  I leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on his forehead then his temple and finally his cheek before nuzzling with mine.  I felt his hand around my back tighten and the knuckles of his other lightly graze my nub.

"Something," I exhaled at the added pressure at my core.  "Was bothering you when you came home." He sighed and leaned his forehead on my shoulder.  "Sex cannot always be the solution.  Talk to me. What happened?"

Luca sighed heavily and rubbed small circles on my back while the other continued its steady teasing.  "I recently brought in a new finance guy," he began. "He's found some discrepancies in the books."

"Discrepancies?" I asked, leaning up.  That unintentionally ground me down onto his knuckle.  The added pressure drew out a long, low moan.  "Wh-what kind?"

"Finances in the past have been mishandled," Luca explained.  I heard the smirk in his tone.  Slender fingers stroked my folds while his thumb now swirled over the bundle of nerves causing me to shiver on his lap. "It's possible it went back to while my father was in power. I have to look over the records and find the source."

"Ohh," I rolled my head back and moaned.  I was fighting to keep my composure for this conversation. "I could...take a look...help with getting order..."

"Have you done finance books before?" he asked curiously.

"Mhmm," I nodded.  "At the diner I helped Joel.  Plus, I've been studying business, silly."

He chuckled against my lips as I pecked his.  "I wanted to keep you out of that part of my life, Madison.  Allowing you to get involved, puts you in great danger," he pointed out.

As if I didn't know that already.

"I know," I nodded, brushing my lips over his.  "It's in my blood, Luca. That fact alone already puts me in danger.  At least with you, I know I am protected."

"Except from me," Luca grinned.

Smiling widely back, I shook my head.  "I don't want to be protected from you."

"Buona," he growled then captured my lips with his.

Pulling me closer, my hips responded by moving over Luca's fingers aching for more.  Slowly, I felt him slide two digits in to continue his delicious torment in a steady rhythm.  My breathing quickly sped along with his tempo.  It fueled the tightening in my belly. 

The curtains at the open doors billowed with the light breeze hitting my heated skin. Our mouths melted, tongues danced in fervent passion. Ragged breathes mingled, lips quirked in smirks and hands held a tight embrace. The sound of his hand pumping into my core filled the room mixing melodiously with the soft wind and crashing of waves just outside the window.

"Ho bisogno di te piccola," Luca groaned into my ear, kissing at the crook of my neck.

(I need you, baby)

"Yes," I moaned, aching for his body to be joined with mine.

Luca captured my lips in his again, raking his teeth over my lower lip.  His hand withdrew, joined the other and scooped me up.  The slamming of the cover of the keys barely registered but the cool material hitting my backside did.  I gasped against Luca's parted lips grinning.  He chuckled and guided my legs apart. 

He had me poised on the piano's keyboard lid.  Luca slid his length into my cavern.  I rolled my head back, moaning breathily as he stretched me to the hilt.

"Ahh, yes!" I groaned again, clinging tightly to Luca.  He withdrew then slowly eased in again.

Open mouthed kisses peppered along my neck earned Luca more breathy moans to join his own.

"So tight," Luca groaned, thrusting harder. "So warm," he hummed, kissing at my neck while his hand pulled down the front of my sundress.  "So soft," he whispered, enclosing his warm, soft lips around a pebbled peak.

"Ahhh, yes!" My legs tightened around his hips, digging my heels in to push him deeper. 

The elegant crystal instrument began to shake with each powerful pass. I winced as the edge of the music holder hit my back bringing Luca's head up.  The brief look of guilt in those emerald gems quickly melted into mischief.  He sat back onto the bench, yanking me down to fill deeper.

My hips responded instinctively, grinding, raising then slamming down never getting enough.  His hot mouth found the ignored sister peak, sucking and flicking his tongue eagerly. I rode him hard yet steady.  His large hands held my hips, guiding them in our matched rhythm as he thrusted upward.

Rolling my head back, my whole body seized and ruptured around him.  Luca groaned, pressed his forehead against my cleavage and panted for breath.  His hot breath fanned down my chest.  Grinding my hips over his, my climax rippled through me.  His body stiffened then burst with his own peak.

Both of us heaved for air, trying to steady our breathing.  Luca tilted my chin toward him, pressing his lips softly onto mine for a lazy kiss. With each parting, the soft pop of our lips sounded loud to my senses but still made me grin over his lips.

Luca leaned his cheek on my breasts, holding me tightly around my waist.  "I don't ever want to let you go," he hummed on an exhale.

I grinned while my fingers stroked through his now messy hair then kissed the top of his head.  "I don't want you to either."

We held each other for a few moments until our breathing settled.  Reluctantly we parted and righted our clothes.  Luca pouted when I pulled my dress back up.  I playfully patted his cheek with a wink.

"Let's go find the financial books," I offered.  I took his larger hand in mine and entwined our fingers.

Happy Friday! *fans self* it's gonna be a hot one 😜

I'm so excited! Today with my students, we are going to demolish a piñata for Cinco de Mayo.  I've done one every year I've taught and it's been a huge hit. Pun intended lol I read them a book called "the Piñata Maker" about a man in a village in Mexico who makes piñatas as his job.  It's a fascinating process!

Don't forget to check out my Wattpairs entry, Birthright that will be completed this weekend.

And vote in the authors note what kind of story you would want to read next!

Have a wonderful weekend!

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