/Riccardo's POV/
After we got back to our table, Eliana's mood was slightly better. I didn't ask her what happened since she wasn't obviously in the mood to talk about it. But I still am glad that she decided to stay with me.
"Are you trying to embarrass me in front of this whole people?" she glared at me.
"What? I thought you liked it," I buried myself in her neck while my hands roam on her bare thighs.
A moan escaped her mouth as my fingers slid on her wet core, "Riccardo this is not the right place," a shaky breath left her mouth.
"I don't care. Plus, no one will notice," I said, pecking the soft skin on her neck. I was too lost in her until. . .
"Well. Well. Well," a lady's voice brought us back to reality, "the celebration is taking longer than I've expected," Tessa took a seat beside me.
"Does it have to be her?" Elaine sounded so pissed more than I was. "Then leave," she smiled at her.
