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My entire body hums, every nerve attuned to him, to the wrecked way he exhales, his body slowly relaxing back against the leather.
I swallow hard, breath shaky, thighs pressing even tighter together.
Leave. Now. Before he sees you.
But I can’t move. I’m standing here, panting like a woman starved.
Iama woman starved. I’ve been hungering for this man for years.
Move. He can’t catch you here.
As silently as possible, I creep away from the door and bolt quietly up the stairs. Forget the bottle of water, tap will have to do.
Heart still pounding, I lock the door behind me and collapse onto the bed.
I wish it had been my hands on his rock-hard shaft, me giving him pleasure.
My entire body is firing. I’ve never been more aroused.
And before I even realize, my hand slips into my wet panties again.
Maybe now I’ll get there.
Chapter Twelve
Mariella
Alight morning breeze and sunlight streaming through the window tickle my nose and coax me from sleep. I stretch lazily in this enormous bed, sinking deeper into the sea of pillows and blankets. It feels indulgent, almost sinful, to be this comfortable.
I slept like the dead, with visions of Mateo’s face at the height of pleasure lingering as a constant presence in my dreams. That raw, unguarded moment when bliss overtook him is seared into my mind, impossible to forget.
How am I supposed to face him after what I saw? I already blush just being around him. Now? A normal interaction is completely out of the question.
Argh!
Still, the impending awkward moments are a small price to pay.
Seeing him like that…
God, it was worth it. I’ll never forget it, not in this lifetime.
Then again, maybe I won’t have to worry. Mateo is a busy man. It’s not like I’ll be running into him often.
Shaking off the last lingering heat of last night, I push the memory to the back of my mind, slip out of bed, and take a quick shower. Afterward, I slide into a long navy-blue dress, that’s understated and perfect for blending into the background.
As I make my way along the corridor toward the grand staircase, the sound of voices drifts up from below, stopping me in my tracks.
Merda.
I’d recognize that voice anywhere, no matter how many others it was mixed with. So much for not running into him.
Annoyingly, my pulse kicks up a notch, and my stomach flutters. Well, nothing new there.
He mustn’t see me.
So I stay put, craning my neck to get a better view of the foyer. I’m well-practiced in admiring the man from a distance without him ever noticing me.
Mateo and his brother are walking toward the front door, deep in conversation. The next moment, they disappear from view, and I hear the rumble of car engines starting up. They’re gone.
