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Author's Note: Rated M for mature situations and language.

"Yes I have the pouch," said Carla Cametti into her mobile as she shut the door behind her, juggling to not drop anything.

"Yes I have the hand sanitiser," she said next as she jammed the phone between her neck and shoulder.

"Yes he is back, and yes he is coming," she said, rolling her eyes, stopping for a moment. "In fact, he's just pulled up now." She paused as her mother yelled something off into the distance. "You'd think they're more excited about seeing him than they are to see me," she muttered to herself, fishing for her keys.

She finished up the conversation as her mother remembered something she had yet to pack. "I'll see you soon Mum."

Locking the door to the apartment that felt so empty since Lisa had left a month ago, the private detective checked she had everything. Her parents and grandmother were off to Italy – her parents for a second honeymoon and her Nonna to take a break from the fallout.

They were taking off later tonight, and she had been ready to head over to their place to take them to the airport when she received a panicked phone call requesting a number of things from her previous travels.

Knowing her lift was waiting for her, she made her way down the path. Tripping over a stray rock in the dim light, she righted herself quickly, ignoring the grinning face as she almost dropped her phone. Opening the back door of the car, she dumped everything in before taking a seat in the front.

Luciano Gandolfi's welcome for her was to lean over and give her a deep kiss. He had been in the country for the last three days, and from the looks of it, had come straight to her instead of going home first.

"We don't have time for this," she said apologetically when they both parted breathing heavily, her hand resting on his cheek. "Mum and Dad'll be flying out soon."

"We'll make the time," he replied, his dark eyes glittering. He swallowed up any objection of hers when he covered her lips with his once again.

Feeling like a teenager, she didn't object when he tugged her closer to him. Climbing over the console and into his lap, their kisses were interrupted as they both shifted. He eased the seat back as she settled into his lap, deepening their kiss. His hands were quickly on her once again.

His warm hands were running up the back of her thighs under her dress as she struggled to find a comfortable position, one leg squished between the door, the other pressing against the park brake with the steering wheel digging into her back.

She felt his arousal beneath her, and rubbed against him. She smiled against his lips when he moaned at her treatment, bucking involuntarily against her.

His hands were at her underwear now, tugging at the elastic. Getting herself busy, she buried her head into the crook of his neck as her hand slipped between them. She found the zipper of his jeans and lifted herself slightly to slide it down.

She had him in her hand in seconds. Wrapping a hand around his length, she was breathing heavily as one of his hands grasped the back of her neck and he drew her in for kiss. "Fuck,' she panted as his hands brushed her hair from her face.

His hands were back on her hips then. Her breath hitched and she groaned as he raised her. Mindful of the car roof, she guided him into her. It felt good. She gripped his shoulders tight when he took control. The pain of the awkward knobs and pieces pressing into her body was forgotten as pleasure took over as she rode him.

It was rough, it was quick and it was oh so good.

They quickly found a rhythm and with a gasp, she shattered. He was right behind her, feverishly pumping twice more before he shot within her. Both breathing heavily, they came back to reality seconds later when Carla complained. "The door handle is digging into my leg."

He pulled himself from within her and she eased herself back over to the passenger side.

"I can't believe we just did that," she laughed, brushing her hair back from her face as she flopped back in her seat with a laughing sigh and he zipped himself up. "Out the front of my house!"

"Nice to know you missed me," he laughed, starting the car.

She hit his shoulder in retaliation.

Walking up the driveway to her parents' place, Carla checked her dress was right before turning to Luke. He held her multitude of things in his arms and so when she spotted that one collar of his shirt was inside out, she reached up to correct it. She refused to let him stand still though, still ushering them up the path.

He snagged her lips for a kiss and she saw the flash of desire in his eyes. "Behave," she admonished.

The front door flung open then and Carla turned. "You're here!" cried Angela. "We'd begun to despair of you."

Carla flushed as she was pulled into her mother's embrace. Thankfully her Nonna went for the man behind her or she could have sworn she'd be able to read the reason for her slight lateness all over her face.

"Luciano!" called Nonna, bracketing Gandolfi's cheeks. "So nice of you to return in time to send us off."

"Out of the way, out of the way," ordered Leo as burst through the doors with suitcases. They all parted obediently as the older man trundled to the car. "Pop the boot would you."

Gandolfi's hands still full, Carla was obliged to dig into his back jean pocket for the keys. She flushed again. Damnit, everything about him was turning her on.

Last minute pack, worry and check for tickets done three times over, the car was finally started. Seated in the back between her mother and grandmother, Carla was struck by how much she was actually going to miss the two most influential women in her life.

Standing before the entrance where they would disappear into customs, she could actually feel tears building up. This was silly. They were only going to be gone three months and they were coming back.

She hugged each of them fiercely, her Nonna last of all. Standing back as her mother fussed about their bags, her father raised a warning finger in Gandolfi's direction. "Look after her," warned Leo.

"I can look after myself," retorted Carla, her eyes flashing.

"Humour me," he replied, throwing his arms out.

"Goodbye Papa," she said, giving him one last hug, feeling his kiss on her head. She wiped away the tears that were most certainly not running down her face. "Have fun."

With Luke's hand heavy on her neck, she waved until she could see them no more.

Next chapter: Isabella Gandolfi arrives for the school holidays.