All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Emma's POV"Emma, move!" Luca hissed. His deep voice cracked with a heavy, wild wave of pure adrenaline.I completely tumbled off him, my hands sliding against his sweaty chest as I hit the mattress with a loud thud. My legs were trembling so badly I could barely even stand up on the rug."Luca? Sweetheart? Are you in there?" his mother’s voice called out again, right through the thick wood of the door. "Vivienne said she heard a very loud noise coming from your room.""Oh my god," I choked out, my eyes frantically scanning the floor. "Oh my god, Luca, my clothes. Where are my clothes?""Under the nightstand," he whispered fiercely, diving off the bed like a shadow. He snatched his dropped towel off the floor and tied it back around his waist in a fraction of a second. "Put them on. Now.""I can't find my underwear!" I gasped, dropping straight down to my knees and frantically patting the plush carpet. "Luca, help me!""Here," he muttered, grabbing the thin cotton fabric from beside t

Emma's POVMy brother’s loud, echoing voice seemed to shatter whatever frozen spell had taken over the foyer."Leo, shut your mouth right now!" my mom hissed, her face turning an aggressive shade of bright red as she smacked his arm. She looked back up at Luca and me, her hands trembling as she pointed at our locked fingers. "Emma... Emma Reed, you look me in the eye right now. Is this a joke? What is he talking about?""Mom, I—" I started, my voice cracking completely."Quiet down, everyone," a deep, booming voice cut through the air.Mr. Carter stepped forward, walking down the last few steps of the grand staircase. His face was a mask of cold, terrifying authority. He didn't look flustered, but his sharp eyes quickly scanned the living room, where several billionaire investors were already pausing their conversations to peer into the foyer.Mr. Carter walked straight over to my dad, dropping his voice into a low, forced whisper. "Mr Reed,... look around. We have the major logistics

Emma's POV"What meeting is this, Vivienne?" Luca asked, his voice instantly dropping into a cold, hard line. He didn't stop walking, but I could see his eyebrows shoot straight up through the phone screen. "My calendar was cleared until noon for a reason.""I know, Mr. Carter, and I am so sorry," Vivienne said quickly. She kept her voice perfectly smooth, but there was a distinct, proud little ring to it. "But the principal investors just flew in directly from Dubai on a private jet. They specifically requested an early morning strategy session, and they wanted to see you in person before the markets open. It's the executive team from Zubair Global.""Zubair Global?" Luca muttered, pausing for a brief second right outside a set of massive, polished double doors. "They weren't supposed to finalize the luxury logistics expansion contract until next Thursday.""Well, the CEO decided she wanted to move things up," Vivienne replied, a strange, knowing tilt in her tone. "She said she prefe

Emma's POVAmara Zubair froze. Her fork stayed suspended in mid-air, and for a second, her perfect, supermodel face looked completely blank. Then, she forced a tight, high-society laugh that sounded totally hollow."Your boyfriend?" Amara asked, her voice dropping into a sharp, icy purr. She looked at me, then up at Luca, her eyes flashing with pure, toxic jealousy. "Oh. You must be the next-door neighbor girl from the news. Emma, right?""That's right," I said, leaning back comfortably against Luca’s broad chest. I didn't flinch. I kept my face totally calm. "And you must be the new investor. It's so wonderful of you to fly all the way from Dubai just to sign a little paperwork with my man."Luca let out a deep, rumbling chuckle right against my back. He didn't even try to hide his amusement. He wrapped his massive arm tighter around my waist, his fingers digging into my green silk dress as he pulled me closer onto his lap."She’s not just the neighbor girl, Amara," Luca spoke up, hi

Emma's POV“Luca,” I breathed, still half-lost in the haze of sleep and his touch. “We really shouldn’t—”His fingers pressed deeper against my inner thigh, and the protest died in my throat.“Shouldn’t?” He propped himself on one elbow, that infuriating smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His dark hair was a mess, falling across his forehead in waves I wanted to tangle my fingers through. “You just spent the entire gala claiming me in front of my mother, and half the Carter Industries board. And now you’re worried about me being late?”“I’m worried about you missing your quarterly review,” I corrected, but my body was already betraying me. My hips tilted toward his hand without permission. My legs fell open an inch wider. “The shareholders flew in from Geneva, Luca. Geneva.”“Geneva can wait.”“Your mother cannot.”“My mother,” he said, dipping his head to brush his lips against the shell of my ear, “will survive one morning of me putting my girlfriend first.”Girlfriend.The wo