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“You can’t say it?” he asks.

No. I’ve never asked for sexual favors before. Never even voiced my need.

“Please, Matthew,” is all I can admit.

“It’s okay. I won’t make you say it. Not today.” He sweeps those fingers closer. “But soon.”

The threat shivers down my spine. The warning that I will one day have to admit my desires fills me with unstable excitement. I’m high. Euphoric. Entirely mindless with lust. I never knew this heightened state of hunger existed. This clawing, savage need.

“I enjoy seeing you like this.” He continues the external sweep of his touch. “Worked up. Greedy. This is how I’ve felt since we met. My cock hard as stone, my thoughts always on you.”

I shake my head. “You barely know me.”

“That’s the crazy part. I don’t know a damn thing about you, and still, I’m infatuated.”

Those fingers skirt the edge of my pussy. Back and forth. Up and down. Constantly teasing. I grasp his wrist, clinging tight. He has such inspiring control, such unwavering confidence.

I wiggle my hips, eager for this torture to end.

“Don’t worry, I’m impatient, too.” He kisses my jaw, my neck. “So fucking impatient,amore mio. But this is merely the beginning.”

I’m about to force his hand where I need it the most when a knock sounds on the furthest reaches of my consciousness.

I freeze, blinking back to reality.

Matthew growls in frustration.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” I brace to sit up, but he holds me down with those strong hands clamped around my crotch.

“It’s only room service.” He tilts his face away, calling a loud, “Come in,” toward the hall.

I tense further, ready to fling his hand off me so I can scramble for a towel.

“Stay.” He keeps me held tight. “They’ll be gone in a minute.”

My pulse thunders as the suite door creaks open, the unmistakable rattle of a trolley quickly following.

“Sir?” a man calls. “Would you like me to leave your order in the living room?”

Matthew steels his hold, his legs tightening around me. “No, bring it to the bathroom.”

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“Jesus Christ.”She scrambles, wiggling and slushing water over the edge of the tub in an attempt to get out.

“It’s okay,” I purr in her ear. “Your modesty remains intact. You’re completely covered by the bubbles.”

“Matthew, please.” Her hands snatch at my wrists.

“Breathe.” I kiss her shoulder, the back of her neck. “Relax.”

We’re barely getting started. And to be fair, I warned her. I told her she wasn’t ready.

The rattle of the trolley continues down the hall, making her nails dig into my skin.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “You can trust me.”

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