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I followed my uncle into the house as he burst open the door and called out a very loud, “Yo!”
“You’re like forty and you still greet people like that?” I snarked as I stepped inside, kicking off my shoes and tossing them against the wall.
“It works, doesn’t it?” Alessandro grinned as we headed down the hallway.
The scent of my mom’s pot roast hit us both at the same time, some deliciously fragrant meat, and I could hear the hushed voices of my parents when we entered the kitchen.
Mia was the first to see us, grinning as she raised a wine glass with some kind of dark red wine in it. “Yo!” She slurred the word.
Well, apparently that was a thing. I shook my head in exasperation, greeting my aunt with a simple wave.
Her cheeks were bright red, and I spotted the empty bottle of wine in the trash already and another one open on the counter.
“You’re late!” my mom popped up with a huff, her hands on her hips. “I said be back by six, not eight o clock! You took so long that Mia’s drunk and your dad started working on one of his models!”
I chuckled, leaning over to glance into the living room, where Dad was sitting at the table, tiny parts all already him as he put together one of his model kits. It had been a hobby of his since he had retired and I took over as CEO of the company.
“Sorry, Mom,” I said out of habit, taking a seat at the counter as I saw Alessandro head over to his wife, pressing a kiss to her lips as a greeting. The two were practically made for each other.
“Cheer up, Livi,” Alessandro grinned, hugging his wife as she hiccupped in his arms. “It’s rare for me to see my beautiful wife so out of it. We’re only in town for a week, so chill out, okay? I promise we’ll spend the whole day with you guys tomorrow.”
“Oh, no you won’t,” Mom huffed. “You promised to take Mia out on a date tomorrow. She’s hardly seen any of LA because you’ve left her here with us to just sit around and get drunk.”
“Mm, not drunk,” Mia pouted in defiance. “Just tipsy.”
And to prove it, she slid off the stool, tripping on her own feet, and would’ve hit the floor face-first if Alessandro hadn’t caught her by the waist and hoisted her into her arms. I shook my head at their childishness, but Alessandro couldn’t be happier, beaming as he cradled his wife like a princess.
“Not drunk,” Mia insisted still. “Can do backflips!”
She wiggled inside of Alessandro’s arms, huffing as she struggled, managing to flip around so she was face to face with the floor, and then said very proudly, still hovering mid-air in her husband’s arms, “See?”
“Well done!” Alessandro praised her, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he maneuvered her back into her seat. She could barely stay upright, leaning on Alessandro’s chest with a glaze over her eyes.
Mom just silently shook her head, heading to the oven where she pulled out two made-up plates of food. She set one in front of Alessandro and the other in front of me. It wasn’t very warm anymore, but I thanked her with a grin, digging in.
I had to admit that I missed my mom’s cooking. Even if she had given me the recipes to make on my own, it just wasn’t the same. I was a terrible cook and burned mostly everything. I mainly ate out due to how busy I was but having a home-cooked meal in the house I grew up in, just hit that spot of longing nostalgia.
Despite all her huffiness, Mom joined us as we ate, talking about everything going on, from random snippets to just how they were doing. Dad even joined us, showing off his hand-painted and put-together model plane.
But after it passed ten and Alessandro took Mia to bed after she started snoring on his shoulder, I knew it was time to get home too. I said goodbye to Dad and Mom, and they walked me out.
After Dad walked away and as I was putting on my shoes, I heard her soft voice call out, “Elio. Be careful.”
Her eyes were full of worry as she watched me in the hallway, and I was a bit surprised to see the signs of aging that I hadn’t noticed before.
“Of what?”
“I know where Alessandro took you today,” Mom said quietly. “I know what he offered you. I can’t control your decisions, but just be careful. You don’t know what that life was like, the things your father had to do. It burdens you. I never wanted that for you.”
“The deal was legit, Mom,” I said crossing my arms in annoyance. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
“I’m your mother.” She smiled sadly. “I’m always going to worry about you. Just… maybe it’s better to leave the past in the past where it belongs. Don’t go too far into things you don’t understand.”
My temper flared up at the sorrowful look in her eyes, and despite knowing where she was coming from, I couldn’t help but feel like she was scolding me like I was a child she still had to guide.
“But it was never my past, was it, Mom?” I said coldly.
She reeled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and I regretted how harsh my words sounded but I still stood by them.
“See you later, Mom,” I said quietly, shutting the front door behind me.
It took me a minute to gather my bearings and then I took my car back to my house. I pushed all thoughts of what happened together to the back of my mind, filling it with the silence of the radio.
The blankness helped as I arrived home. Out of habit, I glanced at Cat’s window, but it was dark. She was probably asleep. I sighed as I got out and headed up the sidewalk. I reminded myself to call a few people for work, locking the front door behind me.
I was barely paying attention as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. But the moment I opened the door and flicked on the light, I noticed something was very out of place.
My jaw dropped—lying on my bed was Cat, all dressed up like a present to be unwrapped. Her sultry eyes glanced at me with a little smirk in the corner of her mouth.
“Welcome home,” she whispered.
*Caterina*
Elio’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of me lying across his bed. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the expression on his face. The mixture of shock and desire spread across his features was satisfying as hell to see.
I knew I had been right to surprise him like this, wearing nothing but a black satin nightie and my skimpiest panties. After talking to him and finding out he would be away for dinner, I had come up with the idea to dress up in my sexiest nightgown and sneak into his bedroom so that he would find me.
After seeing the way he’d handled Paul, I wanted to show him my appreciation, and fuck it, I wanted to spend more time with him. I felt like a drug addict. The more time I spent with Elio, the more I missed him when we were apart.
Now as I saw the way his eyes raked over my body, a shiver of desire passed over me. Without a single word, Elio crossed the room and cradled my face in his hands, pulling me into a deep kiss that left me gasping for air. I wanted nothing more than to tear my own nightie off and let him take me, but I knew the anticipation would make it that much better.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed against me, trailing kisses across my collarbone.
His fingers played at the thin strap of my nightie, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he ripped it off of me, which was exactly what I wanted.
“I missed you,” I whispered, admitting to myself that it was more than just his touch that I had missed.
I wasn’t sure what was happening between us, but for me, this wasn’t just about sex anymore.
I was starting to fall for Elio.
He pulled the strap that he was fiddling with to the side and kissed the place on my shoulder that he had revealed, letting it slip down so that the only thing keeping my breast covered was the peak of my nipple just barely holding up the black fabric.
As it always seemed to be with Elio, he’d only been touching me for a few minutes, and I was already overwhelmed with desire. All I wanted was to feel him touch me, and he seemed to feel the same way.
He quickly slipped out of his shirt and tie so that I had better access to scratch my fingernails gently over his chest and back as he pressed against me and laid us both down, holding his weight slightly so that he wouldn’t crush me. He groaned at my touch; I loved that I knew exactly what he wanted.
Our movement had finally set my breast free. Elio immediately took it into his mouth, using his hand to caress my other breast over my nightie. I squirmed against him as the satin and his mouth teased my nipples, the sensation exquisite but leaving me wanting a hell of a lot more.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take his teasing any longer, he sat up slightly and reached down to pull my nightie over my head, then quickly tearing off his pants and underwear. Finally, the only thing between us was my thong. But Elio must have been tired of teasing me. To my relief, he quickly yanked my thong down and pressed a finger inside me, testing my wetness.
I was already soaked. Just the anticipation of lying in his bed and waiting for him had turned me on. Between that and his expert attention to my breasts, I was more than ready for him.
His movements were jerky as he slipped a condom on and sank inside me. We both moaned in relief at the contact. It was exactly what we needed–this feeling of connection as Elio pumped inside of me. I held his shoulders as he slowly pulled out, only to sink deeply back in again. He took my mouth in his once again and our bodies felt impossibly close, almost like we were two halves of the same whole that were finally fitting together after years apart.