Page 162 of My Italian Love Affair

"You're one to talk. You nearly crashed the car when I adjusted my legs a little earlier.”

"You did that on purpose,” he says. “And I wouldn’t say that spreading them open when my hand is on your thigh is youadjusting your legs,” he continues, tutting playfully. “You're dangerous, Daphne. The world thinksI'mthe troublemaker, but they've got it all wrong."

I shift slightly on his knee, delighting in the way his breath catches as I straddle his waist and centre myself right over where I know his cock is already half-alert.

Two can play at this game.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m a perfectly professional woman. I wouldn’teverdo such a thing,” I say, feigning an air of innocence.

“Professional?” Matteo chuckles, his laugh rich and warm as he pulls me closer, his hands sliding around my waist and inching down towards my ass. “Is that what you call fucking me in the changing room?”

I groan as he palms at my flesh over the fabric of my dress, and his chest rumbles with laughter, the sound warm and indulgent, and then -

Smack.

His palm lands sharply against my ass, making me yelp in surprise.

"Matteo!" I twist to glare at him, but he just grins, all smugsatisfaction and lazy confidence.

"Shh. I know you love it," he murmurs, his lips brushing my jaw. “Can practically feel you dripping already.”

I open my mouth to argue, to tell him that he is insufferable and arrogant and so,sofull of himself; but then his fingers dig into my ass just enough to make my breath hitch, and the words die on my tongue.

This is dangerous.

Not the physical part (though, let’s be honest, maybe a little), but the way he makes me feel like I belong here.

Like this is more than just a temporary thing.

Matteo’s lips find that spot behind my ear - the one that turns my thoughts to static, the one that makes me forgeteverything- and I decide that reading into this can wait for another time.

He must sense my surrender, because his smirk deepens against my skin as his large hands slide up my sides and ghost over my panties, his movements slow and deliberate.

"See?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "Youdolove it."

I let out a huff, determined not to give him the satisfaction of an answer, but my body betrays me and arches instinctively into his touch.

His chuckle is low and knowing as he presses a kiss just beneath my jaw, then another - slower this time, like he’s savouring the moment.

"This isn’t fair," I mumble, my voice unsteady.

"Oh, I think it’s very fair," he muses as he pulls back slightly, brushing the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip and pulling it down. "You drive me crazy, I drive you crazy… it all evens out in the end."

"That isnothow fairness works,” I scoff as his hand lowers from my face.

Matteo grins wickedly.

"It is in my house."

Before I can argue, he kisses me again, and -damn him- I let him. I lose myself in the way his lips move over mine, in the way his hands tighten at my waist as he pulls me impossibly closer, in the way he kisses like he has all the time in the world.

Maybe he does. After all, I’m the one with an expiration date.

My hands grip to his shoulders as Matteo’s lips move over mine. His fingers slip beneath the hem of my dress again, sliding up my thighs with deliberate slowness, and I groan as he guides me closer on his lap so I’m straddling him fully, the centre of my panties fully lining up over the outline of his hard cock.

"There we go," he murmurs, his fingers tracing mindless circles over my bare skin. "Muchbetter."

I roll my eyes.

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