Luciana POV
I stretch my muscles that are sore in the most delicious way. I'm not sure how long we spent worshiping each other's bodies, but it was worth every ache. I smile as I open my eyes, reaching for Enzo, but his side of the bed is cold. I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I was kind of hoping for another round this morning. Who knew I would turn into such a wanton women for my husband? A knock on the door has me scrambling to the closet to grab a robe.
I quickly tie the belt before I move to open the door. "Good morning, ma'am. Don Caruso asked me to bring you breakfast since it's after ten," Marjorie says, holding a tray of food that smells amazing. "Holy sh*t, it's after ten. I never sleep this late." A smile spreads across Marjorie's face. "I'm glad that Enzo
