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I don't share

I know he move funny

I do not care

He's done nothing but give me money and attention so

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He didn't look up at her. Not even a glance. He sat behind the huge mahogany desk, phone pressed to his ear, listening to his capo yapping.

"No," he said, his voice a low rumble. "That's not acceptable."

He scribbled something on a notepad with his focus unwavering. He could feel her, though. He could always feel her eyes on him.

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He's glad she isn't able to see the smile creep on on his face from listening to how desperately she wanted his attention. In every other circumstance that would have him putting his face right there between her cheeks to lick and suck at his girl's wetness, assuring her all he wanted to do was take her as she continues to drip into his mouth.

That's not what this was though, this was about what was necessary. "I don't think you're hearing me," Salvatore started, referring to her explaining herself AND rocking her hips. He reaches his hand over to flick her ear with is finger, to give her a sharp reminder to listen. "Be still. And forget explaining yourself to me, or anyone else for that matter. You did what you did, deal with it now."

He moves the buzzing toy away from her clit, moving it down her lips and teasing her entrance, just barely dipping inside before he moves it away again. He could feel her squirming, and he didn't care, this was about the lesson, not the pleasure.

"Im assuming our books are all squared, right? I mean, you wouldn't be in my study fucking yourself on my desk unless you were finished with the one job I gave you, right?" He wasnt really asking, like he said; he was assuming right now. "So, let's talk numbers. How's the count?"

the flick to my ear stung. it was sharp. i bit my lip, hard, to keep from whining. the buzzing vibe teased my entrance, then he pulled it away. my hips jerked. i was aching, low in my belly. my pussy was leaking, still dripping down my leg.

i tried to breathe, to steady myself. his belt bit into my wrists. the desk was cold against my skin. he wanted numbers. business. i squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember.

"the count is perfect," i said. my voice was tight. but it was steady. i kept my face forward. "every dollar accounted for. the books are balanced." i swallowed. i didn't have excuses. i just gave him what he asked. waiting. for his attention. i needed it. i needed him.

"Perfect," he says purposely slow, like he's savoring it. "That's what you should have came in here telling me." He lets the toy hang right there, barely kissing her entrance, then pulls it back like he never meant to give it to her in the first place. The thing hits the desk with a thud.

He leans in, mouth at her ear, voice dropping to something rough and quiet. "So you did your job. Good girl. Real impressive. And then you strut in here, fuck up my call, throw my name around like we're equals, and park your ass on my desk like that's gonna make me drop everything?" His breath ghosts her neck purposely, he was ready to lean in and suck on the skin of her neck.

He straightens up, hand sliding down her back, slowly and possessive, till he's cupping her ass. Doesn't smack it. Doesn't need to. Just holds her there, lets her feel the weight of him deciding what he's going to do with her tight little body. His crotch is brushing up against her, his pants already dampening from how wet she's gotten. "I'm always aware of how much you love me, bunny, and how much you need me." His thumb drifts lower, one slow, heavy swipe through her mess, then brings it to his mouth the taste her finally, humming deeply his satisfaction as the sweet savory taste of her pussy hits his tongue.

He picks the toy back up, but doesn't turn it on when he presses the smooth rubber against her inner thigh, dragging it up inch by fucking inch, stopping right where she's clenching and desperate and dripping over the toy with need, and holds it there. "Be still," sal reminds her, almost softly. "And you better not even consider the thought of cumming." He warns before flicking the toy back to life between the swollen pink drenched lips.

I go completely rigid the second the vibration starts, my whole body locking up like i've been shocked. my fingers curl into fists behind my back, I want to squirm so bad. I want to grind back against it, to fucking ride it until i fall apart, but his voice is still in my ear reminding me to be still and I know what happens if I disobey now.

My thighs are trembling. actually trembling. I can feel my juices dripping down the toy, making it slick against me, and the vibration is right there, circling my clit in this lazy, evil pattern that makes my stomach flip over and over.

"I won't," i gasp out, but it sounds more like a whimper. "I won't cum, daddy, I swear." I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. My hips jerk once, just once, before I force them flat against the desk again, my cheek pressed to the cold, polished wood. i'm panting through my nose, eyes squeezed shut, counting backwards from a hundred in my head like he taught me when i get too close.

ninety-nine. ninety-eight.

the toy presses harder and is nudging my clit directly, and a sob catches in my throat.

"Daddy," I whine, turning my head to let my forehead cool on the wood, "I need you," i mumble into the desk, the words slurring together atp. "please, I want you inside me, please, daddy."

I'm dripping all over it now, all over the edge of his desk, and i don't even care. I just need him to know how sorry I am and how bad I need him. I need him to feel how wet I am, how bad i'm shaking for him, and lose control like he always does. like he has to.

"you feel so good, daddy" I whimper, trying to angle my hips just slightly, desperately, hoping he won't notice. "Your toy feels good but you're better, you're always better, please"

Forty-two. forty-one.

Danny and Emma, Ivory and Chase, Ian and Vanessa, Faith and her boys (all three)

Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Danny caught her around the waist, pulling her back before she could tumble down the hill. Once he knew she was steady, his panic gave way to a laugh.

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

"This way, Dora the Explorer."

Emma's cheeks turned pink and she quickly found her footing, grateful he had already stepped around her before he could notice. "I did that on purpose," she insisted, glaring at his back. "You got that backwards, you're dora."

Before he could get too far, she rushed forward and jumped onto his back, looping her arms around his shoulders. "Since I've gone soft, I'll be backpack."

Danny caught her by the backs of her thighs when she jumped on, staggering only a little before finding his balance. "Jesus, Em," he laughed, shaking his head as he started down the hill. "Guess I should've known you were looking for a free ride."

He carried her farther between the trees, deeper into the forest, and after a few minutes, he slowed and glanced around with an exaggerated frown.

"Okay, don't panic," he said, trying not to smile. "But I think we might be lost."

Emma watched him disappear between the trees, narrowing her eyes when she caught the grin he was trying, and failing, to hide.

"Sure, Danny. I'm the one who can't be trusted."

She folded her arms, waiting a few seconds before calling after him. "You know I can still hear you, right?"

When he didn't answer, she glanced around at the unfamiliar woods, her confidence slipping just enough to make her hesitate. He was obviously playing, but that didn't make her feel any better about being left behind.

"Don't take too long, Reed," she called, turning to face the direction he'd gone, realizing she was sure how she was getting back.

Danny didn't answer, letting the silence do the work for him. He stayed low behind the trees, watching Emma from a distance as she waited for him to reappear. Every time she glanced toward the path, he held still; every time she looked away, he moved.

Keeping low, he circled wide around the clearing, using the trees to conceal his route until he was behind her again. Only once he was certain she hadn't noticed did he pull the wolf mask over his face, adjusting it as he crept closer.

He stopped a few feet behind her, holding back a laugh as he leaned forward slightly. Then he let out a low gravelly growl from his throat.

Emma screamed and whipped around so fast she nearly lost her footing again. Her hands flew up, ready to shove whatever was behind her before her brain caught up with what she was looking at.

"Danny!" She pressed a hand to her chest, heart pounding as recognition hit her. "You absolute asshole."

She grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him back as a laugh escaped despite herself. "I hate you. I actually hate you right now. Don't say shit to me."

Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Danny caught her around the waist, pulling her back before she could tumble down the hill. Once he knew she was steady, his panic gave way to a laugh.

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

"This way, Dora the Explorer."

Emma's cheeks turned pink and she quickly found her footing, grateful he had already stepped around her before he could notice. "I did that on purpose," she insisted, glaring at his back. "You got that backwards, you're dora."

Before he could get too far, she rushed forward and jumped onto his back, looping her arms around his shoulders. "Since I've gone soft, I'll be backpack."

Danny caught her by the backs of her thighs when she jumped on, staggering only a little before finding his balance. "Jesus, Em," he laughed, shaking his head as he started down the hill. "Guess I should've known you were looking for a free ride."

He carried her farther between the trees, deeper into the forest, and after a few minutes, he slowed and glanced around with an exaggerated frown.

"Okay, don't panic," he said, trying not to smile. "But I think we might be lost."

Emma watched him disappear between the trees, narrowing her eyes when she caught the grin he was trying, and failing, to hide.

"Sure, Danny. I'm the one who can't be trusted."

She folded her arms, waiting a few seconds before calling after him. "You know I can still hear you, right?"

When he didn't answer, she glanced around at the unfamiliar woods, her confidence slipping just enough to make her hesitate. He was obviously playing, but that didn't make her feel any better about being left behind.

"Don't take too long, Reed," she called, turning to face the direction he'd gone, realizing she was sure how she was getting back.

Emma screamed and whipped around so fast she nearly lost her footing again. Her hands came up, ready to shove whatever was behind her before her brain caught up with what she was looking at.

"Danny!" She pressed a hand to her chest, heart pounding as recognition hit her. "You absolute asshole."

She grabbed the front of his shirt, shoving him back as a laugh escaped despite being pissed. "I hate you. I actually hate you right now. Don't say shit to me."

Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Danny caught her around the waist, pulling her back before she could tumble down the hill. Once he knew she was steady, his panic gave way to a laugh.

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

"This way, Dora the Explorer."

Emma's cheeks turned pink and she quickly found her footing, grateful he had already stepped around her before he could notice. "I did that on purpose," she insisted, glaring at his back. "You got that backwards, you're dora."

Before he could get too far, she rushed forward and jumped onto his back, looping her arms around his shoulders. "Since I've gone soft, I'll be backpack."

Danny caught her by the backs of her thighs when she jumped on, staggering only a little before finding his balance. "Jesus, Em," he laughed, shaking his head as he started down the hill. "Guess I should've known you were looking for a free ride."

He carried her farther between the trees, deeper into the forest, and after a few minutes, he slowed and glanced around with an exaggerated frown.

"Okay, don't panic," he said, trying not to smile. "But I think we might be lost."

Emma watched him disappear between the trees, narrowing her eyes when she caught the grin he was trying, and failing, to hide.

"Sure, Danny. I'm the one who can't be trusted."

She folded her arms, waiting a few seconds before calling after him. "You know I can still hear you, right?"

When he didn't answer, she glanced around at the unfamiliar woods, her confidence slipping just enough to make her hesitate. He was obviously playing, but that didn't make her feel any better about being left behind.

"Don't take too long, Reed," she called, turning to face the direction he'd gone, realizing she was sure how she was getting back.

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Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Danny caught her around the waist, pulling her back before she could tumble down the hill. Once he knew she was steady, his panic gave way to a laugh.

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

"This way, Dora the Explorer."

Emma's cheeks turned pink and she quickly found her footing, grateful he had already stepped around her before he could notice. "I did that on purpose," she insisted, glaring at his back. "You got that backwards, you're dora."

Before he could get too far, she rushed forward and jumped onto his back, looping her arms around his shoulders. "Since I've gone soft, I'll be backpack."

Danny caught her by the backs of her thighs when she jumped on, staggering only a little before finding his balance. "Jesus, Em," he laughed, shaking his head as he started down the hill. "Guess I should've known you were looking for a free ride."

He carried her farther between the trees, deeper into the forest, and after a few minutes, he slowed and glanced around with an exaggerated frown.

"Okay, don't panic," he said, trying not to smile. "But I think we might be lost."

Emma tightened her arms around his shoulders, leaning over enough to look past him at the trees. "We're not lost. You just play too much."

She paused, then rested her chin lightly against his shoulder as she looked over his facial expression. "Right?"

Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Danny caught her around the waist, pulling her back before she could tumble down the hill. Once he knew she was steady, his panic gave way to a laugh.

"Plenty fit, huh?" he teased, keeping an arm around her for a moment longer. "Looks like you've gone soft."

She felt soft, too, something he became far too aware of with her pressed against him. His laughter faded slightly before he loosened his hold and stepped around her, beginning the trek down the hill.

"This way, Dora the Explorer."

Emma's cheeks turned pink and she quickly found her footing, grateful he had already stepped around her before he could notice. "I did that on purpose," she insisted, glaring at his back. "You got that backwards, you're dora."

Before he could get too far, she rushed forward and jumped onto his back, looping her arms around his shoulders. "Since I've gone soft, I'll be backpack."

Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Emma barely looked up from her phone, thumbs still tapping the screen as she followed several steps behind him. "I'm plenty fit. Some of us just have lives people actually want updates on."

She finally put it into her pocket and hurried to catch up. "Did you just say probably?"

Danny slowed enough to let her catch up, glancing over his shoulder to find her attention still fixed on her phone. He shouldn't have been surprised. She had a whole life somewhere else now, friends he didn't know, stories he hadn't been there for, people who'd gotten used to having her around while he'd been left figuring out how not to.

"Right. Your very important college life," he teased, keeping his grin in place as he faced forward again. It was easier than admitting how strange it still felt to have her back, or how quickly he'd fallen into their old rhythm despite all the time between them. When she'd left after high school, he'd known she was doing what she was supposed to do. That hadn't made watching her go any easier.

"I forgot you're a big city girl now. Also I said probably because I haven't been out here since you abandoned me for higher education, city girl." He waited until she reached his side before nudging her shoulder with his teasingly. He might've been in his feelings about it but he was trying to remain cool for now.

Emma rolled her eyes, slipping her phone into her back pocket. "I didn't abandon you. I went to college. There's a difference."

It was easier to dismiss him then admit there were times she'd felt if leaving had changed things between them in ways she couldn't undo. She'd missed him, more than she'd ever said out loud, but standing beside him now made those years apart feel insignificant.

She bumped his shoulder in return before looking ahead, her brows pulling together. Nothing about this direction felt familiar anymore.

"Wait, where are you even taking me?" she asked, glancing back at him. "I genuinely don't remember what's out this way."

"Roll your eyes any harder and you'll look possessed." Danny joked, before his grin falters for half a second. He rememberrd every inch of this way mostly because it had been theirs once. True he hasn't been through here since she left, that didn't mean he was vividly aware of the memories they made together.

"You seriously don't remember?" he asked, trying not to sound as disappointed as he felt. Of course she didn't, he scoffed internally, rolling his own eyes now. Emma had gone off and made new memories while he'd spent too much time holding onto the old ones apparently.

"Possessed might be an improvement," Emma shot back, but her smile faded when she caught the brief change in his expression. Apparently, forgetting had bothered him more than she'd expected.

She studied the path again, searching for anything that might make her remember. Leaving town hadn't erased her childhood, but college had filled her head with new places and people until some of the older details had started to blur. That didn't mean they mattered any less.

"I remember us being out here," she said dismissively, unwilling to let his disappointment settle too heavily between them. "I just don't remember what was so important about it."

Her gaze returned to him, brows lifting. "Are you going to tell me, or keep sulking until I figure it out?"

Danny's jaw tightened at the accusation, though he tried to cover it with another scoff, this one external. "I'm not sulking." He was, a little, but that's not his fault. It wasn't fair to blame her for leaving, or for building a life that didn't revolve around him anymore. Knowing that didn't stop the resentment.

"And I'm not telling you." He held her gaze for a moment before turning away, forcing himself to keep walking. If she remembered when they got there, maybe it would mean the place had mattered to her too. If she didn't... Well he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"You said you remembered us being out here. That should be enough to figure it out."

Emma's irritation flared at his refusal. "Fine. Keep your stupid secret." She said as she pushed past him and started walking ahead, despite having no idea whether she was even going the right way. She was too annoyed to care. If he wanted to sulk and make her feel guilty for not remembering every detail of a place she hadn't seen in years, he could do it behind her.

"I'll figure it out my-" Her foot caught against a root hidden beneath the brush, cutting her off as the ground dipped sharply. Emma stumbled forward, arms flying out as she nearly went tumbling down the hill. "Woah fuck!"

Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Emma barely looked up from her phone, thumbs still tapping the screen as she followed several steps behind him. "I'm plenty fit. Some of us just have lives people actually want updates on."

She finally put it into her pocket and hurried to catch up. "Did you just say probably?"

Danny slowed enough to let her catch up, glancing over his shoulder to find her attention still fixed on her phone. He shouldn't have been surprised. She had a whole life somewhere else now, friends he didn't know, stories he hadn't been there for, people who'd gotten used to having her around while he'd been left figuring out how not to.

"Right. Your very important college life," he teased, keeping his grin in place as he faced forward again. It was easier than admitting how strange it still felt to have her back, or how quickly he'd fallen into their old rhythm despite all the time between them. When she'd left after high school, he'd known she was doing what she was supposed to do. That hadn't made watching her go any easier.

"I forgot you're a big city girl now. Also I said probably because I haven't been out here since you abandoned me for higher education, city girl." He waited until she reached his side before nudging her shoulder with his teasingly. He might've been in his feelings about it but he was trying to remain cool for now.

Emma rolled her eyes, slipping her phone into her back pocket. "I didn't abandon you. I went to college. There's a difference."

It was easier to dismiss him then admit there were times she'd felt if leaving had changed things between them in ways she couldn't undo. She'd missed him, more than she'd ever said out loud, but standing beside him now made those years apart feel insignificant.

She bumped his shoulder in return before looking ahead, her brows pulling together. Nothing about this direction felt familiar anymore.

"Wait, where are you even taking me?" she asked, glancing back at him. "I genuinely don't remember what's out this way."

"Roll your eyes any harder and you'll look possessed." Danny joked, before his grin falters for half a second. He rememberrd every inch of this way mostly because it had been theirs once. True he hasn't been through here since she left, that didn't mean he was vividly aware of the memories they made together.

"You seriously don't remember?" he asked, trying not to sound as disappointed as he felt. Of course she didn't, he scoffed internally, rolling his own eyes now. Emma had gone off and made new memories while he'd spent too much time holding onto the old ones apparently.

"Possessed might be an improvement," Emma shot back, but her smile faded when she caught the brief change in his expression. Apparently, forgetting had bothered him more than she'd expected.

She studied the path again, searching for anything that might make her remember. Leaving town hadn't erased her childhood, but college had filled her head with new places and people until some of the older details had started to blur. That didn't mean they mattered any less.

"I remember us being out here," she said dismissively, unwilling to let his disappointment settle too heavily between them. "I just don't remember what was so important about it."

Her gaze returned to him, brows lifting. "Are you going to tell me, or keep sulking until I figure it out?"

Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Emma barely looked up from her phone, thumbs still tapping the screen as she followed several steps behind him. "I'm plenty fit. Some of us just have lives people actually want updates on."

She finally put it into her pocket and hurried to catch up. "Did you just say probably?"

Danny slowed enough to let her catch up, glancing over his shoulder to find her attention still fixed on her phone. He shouldn't have been surprised. She had a whole life somewhere else now, friends he didn't know, stories he hadn't been there for, people who'd gotten used to having her around while he'd been left figuring out how not to.

"Right. Your very important college life," he teased, keeping his grin in place as he faced forward again. It was easier than admitting how strange it still felt to have her back, or how quickly he'd fallen into their old rhythm despite all the time between them. When she'd left after high school, he'd known she was doing what she was supposed to do. That hadn't made watching her go any easier.

"I forgot you're a big city girl now. Also I said probably because I haven't been out here since you abandoned me for higher education, city girl." He waited until she reached his side before nudging her shoulder with his teasingly. He might've been in his feelings about it but he was trying to remain cool for now.

Emma rolled her eyes, slipping her phone into her back pocket. "I didn't abandon you. I went to college. There's a difference."

It was easier to dismiss him then admit there were times she'd felt if leaving had changed things between them in ways she couldn't undo. She'd missed him, more than she'd ever said out loud, but standing beside him now made those years apart feel insignificant.

She bumped his shoulder in return before looking ahead, her brows pulling together. Nothing about this direction felt familiar anymore.

"Wait, where are you even taking me?" she asked, glancing back at him. "I genuinely don't remember what's out this way."

Danny had promised her an adventure. What he hadn't offered though was a single useful detail.

"Come on, you used to be a lot more fit than this." He glanced back at her, grinning as he stepped off the familiar trail. It had been years since they'd gone looking for trouble together, but having her beside him made it feel like no time had passed at all. "We're almost there. Probably."

@babesaf

Emma barely looked up from her phone, thumbs still tapping the screen as she followed several steps behind him. "I'm plenty fit. Some of us just have lives people actually want updates on."

She finally put it into her pocket and hurried to catch up. "Did you just say probably?"

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The early morning sunlight began to shine through the curtains of the master bedroom on the plush bed where Paris lay, her eyes still closed but she was slowly waking. The sweet aroma of pancakes and the faint sound of sizzling bacon filled the air, wafting into her nostrils and waking her up. She took a deep breath, savoring the delicious scent that could only mean one thing: breakfast was being cooked downstairs.

Paris stretched, her hand brushing against the empty space beside her where Luca usually lay. A smile played at the corners of her lips as she thought of him in their spacious kitchen, probably juggling a spatula and a bottle of maple syrup while trying to keep an eye on their energetic little Tatum. The sound of their baby's giggles was loud, mingling with the clanging of pans and the occasional thump of little feet against the hardwood floor.

With a yawn, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed until her bare feet touching the coolness of the marble floor. The house was alive with the comforting sounds of a family starting their day together. Paris felt a surge of gratitude for the life they had built, filled with love and laughter despite the demands of Luca's career.

As she made her way to the bathroom, her thoughts drifted to the day ahead. Tatum's Playdate, photo shoots, and maybe a trip to the park before coming back home to start dinner. But first, she needed to fuel up on breakfast with the most important men in her life. Wrapping a luxurious silk robe around her, she climbed down the grand staircase, her heart warming at the sight of her husband, tall and muscular in his favorite pinstripe apron, flipping pancakes with the ease of a seasoned chef.

Tatum looked up from his high chair, his face smeared with yogurt and fruit, and let out a squeal of delight upon seeing his mother. "Mama!" he yelled, waving his chubby arms at her.

"Good morning, papi," Paris cooed, bending down to kiss her son's sticky forehead and cheeks. "What's Daddy making us today?"

Luca turned around, his eyes lighting up when he saw Paris descending the stairs. "Good morning, beautiful," he said with a smile, flipping a perfect pancake onto a plate. "I hope you're hungry.”

Tatum, noticing his mother's approach, reached out with both hands and grabbed her ear, pulling her closer to him. He leaned in, aiming for her cheek but ending up planting a wet, open mouthed kiss on her nose instead.

"Bro, chillout," Luca chuckled, gently untangling Tatum's fingers from Paris' ear, feeling some kind of way about Tatum getting aggressive with his woman. "We don't do that to Mama. Give her a nice, gentle kiss on the cheek." He demonstrated by placing a soft peck on Tatum's cheek, which earned him a giggle from the baby. “Like that. Show mama.”

Paris winced a little as Tatum's tiny fingers grabbed her earlobe, but the pain was instantly replaced by the warmth as she felt his sloppy kiss land on her nose. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her little boy, his face smeared with yogurt and fruit, looking up at her with big, innocent eyes.

"Aww, baby," she cooed, kissing his forehead gently in response, loving how excited her son is to see her. She glanced up at Luca, who was watching them with a mix of amusement and protectiveness in his gaze.

Her heart swelled at the way he corrected Tatum without scolding him, teaching him boundaries while still letting him express himself.

"You got a good morning kiss for me too?" he questioned playfully, already leaning into a kiss to her soft pink lips, his voice low and husky before she could react, while also giving her ass a firm smack that echoed through the kitchen.

Tatum, startled by the noise, let out a surprised giggle, babbling excitedly as if cheering his father on. "Breakfast is ready," Luca tells her gesturing at the spread on the island; Golden brown pancakes, crispy bacon, smoked salmon, scrambled eggs, and a bowl of fresh fruit salad. "Made your favorite, blueberry pancakes with cream cheese frosting." He tells her showing her her plate that he prepared for her already, with fruit topping the pancake in the shape of a heart, and in his other hand a cappuccino exactly as she likes it, extra foamy and a drizzle of honey.

"Tatum helped a bit," he adds, nodding toward their little boy, who was happily banging his spoon against his tray, continuing to say mama. He chuckles, shaking his head affectionately. "Im about to get him cleaned up right now.

Paris gasped playfully at the sting of Luca's hand on her ass, her cheeks flushing as she shot him a look. "Oh?" she teased, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before turning to admire the spread. Her eyes widened at the effort he'd put into breakfast especially the pancakes, shaped into a heart just for her.

"Oh my god, this looks amazing," she sighed, picking up her fork to take a bite of the fluffy blueberry pancake. The sweetness melted in her mouth and she moaned softly. "You didn't have to go all out."

She glanced over at Tatum who was banging his spoon loudly against his tray, demanding attention. "Yeah or he's gonna be a sticky mess for his playdate," she pointed out gently, nodding toward their son while she took her plate and cup of coffee to the table. "And you're not exactly playgroup ready yourself," she added with a smirk at his apron covered in batter.

Luca snorted, peeling off his apron and tossing it into the sink before scooping Tatum up from his high chair. The little boy immediately buried his face in Luca's neck, leaving a streak of yogurt behind. "Wait, am I supposed to wear a suit or something? Nobody mentioned anything about dressing fancy to me."

He asked genuinely curious about what he needed to wear. The playdate wasn't exactly for him so he didn't think all of that was necessary.

Paris looked over at Luca, her attention catching on the yogurt streak along his neck before she could stop herself from laughing.

"No, papi, you don't need a suit," she assured him, setting her coffee cup beside her plate. "It's a casual playdate. Just something comfortable, sneakers, and probably a spare outfit for Tatum since he loves to wear his snacks."

She reached for a napkin and held it out toward him.

"You still might want to change, though. Unless you're planning on introducing yourself as the family's personal pancake chef."

Luca glanced down at the mess on his shirt, then at the napkin in her hand. He accepted it with a quiet laugh, dabbing at the yogurt on his neck while Tatum rested comfortably against his hip.

"Looks like mommy woke up this morning with jokes."

He wasn't genuinely bothered. If anything, the teasing made the whole morning feel lighter, even with the small knot of nerves he hadn't quite managed to shake. This was Tatum's first real playdate, and Luca wanted everything to go smoothly but he didn't want to be too much or distract from their son.

"Come on, little dude. We're gonna get you cleaned up before you start smelling like a fruit cup."

He started making his way toward the stairs as he looked back over his shoulder.

"So we're coming back to change for the photos later." It wasn't a question, he was more confirming it with her so she wouldn't be surprised by how casual he would get.

Paris laughed softly and picked up the diaper bag from beside the table.

"Wipes, diapers, snacks, extra clothes, his favorite toy..."

She checked each pocket, then paused and looked toward the stairs.

"Luca, did you pack his sunscreen? And the little blue cup he refuses to drink from unless it's the blue cup?"

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