Greedy / Luca Changretta

22. Never Have I Ever

"Never have i ever..."

They were too drunk to continue but Angel filled their glasses once more.

"Had sex in someone elses bed."

"Like... not the person you are seeing and not your own?" Cora needed clarification

"Yes." Angel agreed. Cora took a sip. "Ohh naughty girl."

"Never have I ever beat a man into unconsciousness with one punch." They all looked at cora. She took another sip

"This game is rigged." Cora decided.

"Since luca told us about your gym life-"

"Never have I ever drunk-dialed my ex." Cora took a sip along a few others. Lucas gaze was stuck on her.

"My turn Never have I ever gone skinny-dipping." Cora admitted. Luca took a sip before kissing her

"We will change that." Luca assured.

"Good." Cora agreed. Luca smiled stroking her thigh.

"Never have I ever cheated on someone." Luca said honestly.  Cora wasn't a cheater she had been cheated on too many times to count with Tommy.   She was glad Luca wasn't a cheater either.

"Never have I ever lied to the police..." There was a moment of silence before they all laughed and they all drank.

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Zabaglione.

"You are just making up words now!" Cora decided.

Zabaglione, a sweet custard spiked with marsala wine, served warm right off the stovetop, coras eyes rolled back in her head with delight. He wasnt making up words he was making her taste buds have an orgasm of their own.

"So now that you have had zabaglione?"

"Heavenly." Cora agreed

"You want to cross a few more things off your never have i ever list?"

"Like getting a tattoo and skinny dipping?" Cora pondered

"Where would you like to start?"

"I'm too indecisive for a tattoo." Cora countered. "But what about," she glanced to the balcony.

"You want to try?"

"Your nephew has a great idea." She confirmed.

"Lets try and make an egg fly." Luca agreed. She felt like a kid again trying to rig a contraption to send an egg flying off the balcony. They ran down the steps checking the egg.

"Damn i thought we had that one." Cora teased looking at the broken eggs.

"Apparently we need an eight year old to help us." Luca agreed as they headed back up. "Okay so what is next?"

"How about something we are really good at." Cora purred

Luca roll over from his side of the bed and into coras back side, tucking his arm around her waist and pulling her into him. She wiggled herself back into him and let out a small moan. Of all the ways he had woken her up over the past 3 months living with Cora he found this to be the one she enjoyed the most. Or at least the one she responded to the most.

She laid her arm over his and nuzzling into him as deeply as she could. He put his chin into her neck and breathed her in. Coconut and a hint of eucalyptus met his nose.

"Good morning, darling," luca whisper into her ear.

"Good morning," she murmured, almost growling the way she does on the weekends before she has her morning tea.

"It's Sunday, whose turn is it to make breakfast?" Luca asked knowing full well he always made breakfast. She could cook but he was better. They had fallen into the routine of taking turns or at least pretending they were taking turned making breakfast for each other on Sunday mornings. Cora would tap pots and pans around as the kettle boiled before looking to luca for his chefs specialty.

"It's definitely your turn," she answered with a groan.

"Do you want French toast or an omelet?" Luca asked against her neck.

"Definitely French toast." She turned to face luca. French toast was always her favorite so it isn't exactly a competition which of course he knew. He touched her cheek brushing her hair from her face.

"With fresh justice?" He asked.

"When is 'without orange juice' ever the right answer?" she countered.

"Good point," he said kissing her "im going to need your help then."

"Yeah i figured." She agreed but didnt move from her cozy spot within his side. He laid there looking at her perfect face. Her eyes were closed and she was just the most beautiful woman in the world. He would never let go. Never lose her.

First thing in the morning, with no makeup on, and no worry either. Just a small smile as she kissed along his chest.

"I can feel you staring at me, creep," she spoke rubbing her nose against his.

"Want me to stop?" Luca countered gently.

"Never," she assured. Being married to tommy once upon a time his eyes always drifted to other women it was nice that lucas eyes were fixed on her. He stared at her for a few minutes longer and then stole a kiss from her lips.

"Dont go." Cora begged when he shifted.

"You hungry?"

"Not yet." Cora countered holding him close. She wanted to be greedy.