Chapter 173: Back at Greenland Villas
"Just keep doing those signatures."
Luca said, freeing his throbbing cock, the thick head dragging teasingly along her soaked entrance.
Cecelia bit down hard on her lower lip, eyes locked on the sight of him rubbing against her, coating himself in her wetness before he pushed in.
A loud, helpless moan tore from her throat as he sank deep, filling her in one smooth stroke. He didn’t give her time to adjust—pulling almost all the way out and driving back in, setting a relentless rhythm that rocked her against the desk.
"Lu-lu-Luca-a-aa... I-I’m t-trying to... to work here—" The words broke apart between gasps and stuttered moans as he kept thrusting into her, hard and deep, making the pen tremble uselessly in her hand.
After spending two hours "playing games" with Cecelia in the office, they finally wrapped up their work.
Both of them were breathing heavily.
Cecelia, especially, looked completely drained after juggling two "jobs" at once.
Her arms felt sore, her legs weak, and all she wanted was to collapse onto the sofa and stay there for the rest of the evening.
By the time work was over...
Luca had barely reached for the passenger door when she pointed firmly toward the road.
"Out."
She refused to let him return to Silverbrook Residences with her.
"Well..."
Watching her Mini disappear into the evening traffic, he could only shrug helplessly.
’What a shame.’
’I’d been hoping for another round.’
She’d been buried in paperwork all day, so they’d only managed to clear two "dungeons."
That hardly felt satisfying.
"Let’s head back to Greenland Villas."
Leaning into the back seat, he closed his eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Hale."
Noticing the tiredness on Luca’s face, the driver handled the car with unusual care.
The ride was so smooth that Luca drifted off halfway home.
Glancing into the rearview mirror, the driver couldn’t help sighing inwardly.
’No wonder Mr. Hale became the group’s president at such a young age.’
’He’s wealthy, yet he works harder than anyone.’
’He’s exhausted enough to fall asleep the moment he gets in the car.’
’Being a CEO really isn’t easy.’
---
"Well, well... look who’s finally decided to come home."
The moment he opened the villa door, he spotted Vivienne standing in the living room with a mug of coffee in hand, wearing a pair of pink slippers.
"Hehe... Angel, I missed you so much."
Luca greeted her with an innocent smile, pretending not to notice the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
To be fair...
During the brief instant before speaking, he had reflected on the fact that he’d spent the last few nights away from home.
Especially the way he’d gotten completely absorbed in a certain "honey trap."
That part...
He admitted was entirely his fault.
"Oh? You missed me?"
Vivienne crossed her arms and snorted.
"When you were busy flirting with Miss Cecelia, did I even cross your mind?"
"Of course."
Luca answered without hesitation.
"They’re all colorful flags."
"You’re my one and only."
"My pure white moon."
"Ugh."
Vivienne shivered dramatically.
"That’s disgusting."
She rolled her eyes and turned away, pretending to ignore him.
Still...
Only a few moments later, she couldn’t help glancing back.
"Have you eaten?"
"No."
He shook his head honestly.
The grin spreading across his face was impossible to hide.
He knew exactly what that question meant.
She wasn’t planning to stay angry anymore.
Without hesitation, he walked over and wrapped her in a hug.
Vivienne wrinkled her nose slightly.
"Sniff..."
Her brows slowly knitted together.
"What?"
Luca looked down curiously.
"Clivia."
"Hm?"
He blinked.
She rolled her eyes before pushing him away.
"You still smell like her perfume."
"Go take a shower."
"I’ll make dinner."
"Alright."
He obediently headed upstairs.
Before he’d even reached the second floor, Vivienne’s gentle singing drifted out from the kitchen.
"You carry another woman’s fragrance..."
"Perhaps it’s my nose that’s at fault for recognizing her beauty..."
Luca rubbed his forehead helplessly.
’She’s definitely doing that on purpose.’
---
After filling the bathtub with warm water, Luca settled comfortably inside.
The heat melted away the day’s fatigue.
A few minutes later...
Knock. Knock.
"Honey..."
He recognized the voice instantly.
"Little Naomi?"
"What brings you here?"
"Hehe..."
The bathroom door opened just enough for Naomi to slip inside.
Her cheeks were already bright red.
She quietly closed the door behind her before walking toward the bathtub.
Only then did Luca notice what she was wearing.
She’d changed into a light green bikini.
A thin, semi-transparent wrap rested around her waist, giving her an elegant yet alluring appearance.
Her fair skin glowed beneath the warm bathroom lights.
Her figure was slender and graceful, every curve balanced beautifully.
The feature she was proudest of stood out naturally, drawing his attention almost immediately.
He swallowed unconsciously.
Seeing his reaction, Naomi’s nervousness instantly turned into happiness.
’He still likes me...’
That alone made her smile.
"Honey..."
"May I help you bathe?"
"Of course."
She happily climbed into the bathtub behind him.
Picking up a towel, she added a little body wash before gently scrubbing his back.
Her movements were careful.
A little clumsy.
And perhaps lacking confidence.
Still...
Luca found them unexpectedly comforting.
He would never compare her with anyone else.
’Besides...’
’This is all Austin’s fault.’
’If he hadn’t dragged me to those clubs back then...’
’How could an honest gentleman like me possibly know the difference?’
"Hiss..."
Naomi froze.
"Honey!"
"Did I hurt you?"
"It’s alright."
He smiled reassuringly.
"The towel’s just a little rough."
"Oh..."
She thought for a moment.
"What about... this?"
Rustling sounds echoed softly behind him.
A moment later...
A warm softness pressed gently against his back.
The familiar sensation made Luca pause.
"Little Naomi..."
"What are you doing?"
His voice had become noticeably lower.
Instead of answering, she simply leaned against him shyly.
The bathroom fell silent except for the sound of gently rippling water.
After quite some time...
She whispered almost inaudibly,
"Turn around..."
When he did, he was greeted by her flushed face and nervous smile.
Leaning close to her ear, he whispered softly,
"You’re amazing."
Before she could respond, Luca rose from the bathtub.
Water cascaded from his body as he stepped onto the floor and sat casually on the edge beside it.
He smiled and patted the space in front of him.
"Come here."
"I’ll teach you something new."
Earlier, a scene from a film had suddenly come to mind.
He’d never actually tried recreating it before.
But seeing Naomi’s shy expression had made him curious.
"You’re so bad..."
She pouted adorably.
Even so, she slowly walked closer.
Avoiding his gaze, she asked in a tiny voice,
"How... do I do it?"
Luca couldn’t resist stroking her soft hair.
"Have you watched Your Name?"
"I have."
She blinked in confusion.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
He grinned.
"Don’t you think it’d be interesting if Barbie suddenly became obsessed with Nietzsche?"
Naomi looked even more puzzled.
"I... don’t understand."
"Hehe..."
"I’ll explain."
"Just... like this..."