“This is too much,” I say when Diego presses a stack of hundreds into my hands, probably ten thousand dollars.
“It’s what we do, sweetheart,” he says simply, kissing my cheek.
Luca waves him off. “Hands off the merchandise.”
“You gonna hit me again?’
Luca laughs. “Not on my wedding day.” He pauses. “How are things?”
Diego shrugs. “Your father is doing what he can, which isn’t much. Cecilia’s stepped up and is doing some of the collecting.”
Luca’s eyes widen. “Cecilia? I guess maybe she’s found her calling.”
“Maybe so. He seems to be doing okay. Has a new kid running around, someone he took under his wing, name’s Francis.”
“Francis. Hope he serves him well.”
I thought Luca would be jealous of his father taking in someone else, but he doesn’t seem to be anything but happy. It’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
Luca sips his Scotch and I sip my champagne, happy to have a bit of bubbly for once. Neither me or Luca drink much lately, too focused on Rosa. Luca’s been an amazing father, if a little permissive. She reallydoesget everything she wants, but so do I.
I just have a harder time asking for it.
“What’s wrong?” Luca murmurs against my hair, one hand on my hip to draw me against his side.
“Nothing,” I say through a plastered-on smile. “Just…want some time alone together.”
“Alone? My pixie’s wish is my command.”
Before I can protest, he takes my hand, tugging me down the corridor as we slip out of the reception hall. I have to nearly run to catch up to him as he tugs me into a broom closet.
“This isn’t exactly the Ritz,” I mutter, but I can’t help smiling.
He smiles, placing a finger across his lips.
“The Ritz comes after, pixie. Right now, I just want to be close to you.”
His lips press against my throat as he pushes me back against the wall, pinning me with his body. His hard chest presses against my soft one and I moan against his lips. It’s been so long since he’s touched me like this.
He grunts as he fights with my wedding dress skirt, bunching it up around my hips. I giggle then gasp when he finally gets his fingers to my core. He sweeps them along my lower lips before inserting one, slowly, to the second knuckle.
I don’t have time to register the pleasure before he brings it out, popping his finger into his mouth and sucking wantonly.
“Luca,” I whine, trying to keep quiet. “This is wrong. Sacrilegious.”
He frowns. “This isn’t sacrilegious. This is holy,belissima. A woman and a man expressing their love together in front of the lord?”
I snort. “Only you would make something so wrong seem so right.”
“Doesn’t it feel right, pixie?” he murmurs against my throat, rolling his hips so that his erection pokes against my hip.
“You always feel right,” I admit with a moan and he fumbles with his slacks, finally freeing himself.
He presses into me slowly, making me feel every inch. I cry out.
“Fuck, pixie, don’t remember you being this tight.”
“It’s been a while,” I manage, catching his lips in a dirty kiss. He groans against my mouth.
