Page 46 of Third Crime's A Charm
“Fun?” Truman was aching after Matteo’s taunts in the ballroom. “I thought we weren’t doing that anymore.”
Matteo hummed, the sultry purr winding Truman tighter before the feet around his erection stilled and started to slide away. “I did say that,” he confirmed and smiled when Truman’s hand tightened around his ankle. “But you are a phenomenal fuck and I’m in the mood. I could find someone else but it might get awkward since we’re sharing the suite,” he mused, tapping his chin.
Over Truman’s dead body.
He had seen the way everyone—even straight men—stared at Matteo in the ballroom. The naked, desperate desire to exploit or fuck him never failed to strike a nerve with Truman. How dare they look at Matteo like that, when he clearly belonged to Truman?
Except, he didn’t.
Truman resisted the urge to snarl and offered Matteo a placid, relaxed smile. “We both know you don’t mean that. What did you have in mind?”
There was a curious hum from Matteo as he sipped from his drink. “You could take it out and let me finish you here,” he suggested while his feet resumed their gripping and rubbing. “I would enjoy watching you lick your fingers clean.”
Heat swelled in Truman’s boxers as he imagined complying and he felt a strong urge to please Matteo. Normally, Truman thrived on control and was the one who gave orders but he was enthralled whenever Matteo took command of the situation.
“And then?” Truman was sure that Matteo could feel his hand shaking as it curved around his foot.
The dangerous gleam in his soft brown eyes confirmed that Matteo was happy having the upper hand. Or foot as it were. “And then, we’ll go upstairs and I’ll fuck that tight, hot hole with all the anger I can muster.”
“Anger? Now, I’m conflicted,” Truman admitted with a sad sigh, nodding when their server arrived with their second round.This time, Truman didn’t hide how infatuated and distracted he was, fondling Matteo’s calf under the table as they mentally undressed each other.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked and Truman shook his head, never taking his eyes off of Matteo’s.
“That will be all. We’ll be retiring soon,” he said quietly, making her blush and giggle.
“Have a very good evening, gentlemen,” she told them as she left the check.
“As I was saying,” Truman continued as he charged the drinks to their suite and added a $1,000 tip. Their server had provided excellent service but Truman wanted to be sure she remembered them and told the rest of the servers and hotel staff they had been there. “Anger is such a strong word. While I enjoy the carnal prospects and what it could mean for my hole, I had thought thatwewere in a better place.”
For a moment, Matteo’s dazzling facade flickered and he looked tired. “Like The Carlyle? Are you going to take it out or not?”
Truman responded with a dry snort as he found his key card and returned his wallet to the pocket inside his coat. “No, I am not going to takeitout. We are still in public and there are certain lines I’m not willing to cross. Specifically, when it’s a matter of public decency and violates the consent of unsuspecting bystanders.”
“Bad news, Truman,” Matteo said under his breath. “It just gets me hotter when the cranky attorney jumps out.”
“I’m pleased to hear that,” Truman murmured. “But do you know whatisn’thot?” he asked as he slid out of his seat and stood. “Jail. I’m not interested in people spreadingthatkind of gossip about us either. Shall we?” he asked, buttoning his coat and offering Matteo a hand up.
“Shall we?” Matteo mimicked in a low rumble before smoothly rising and taking Truman’s hand.
Matteo held onto it as he confidently strolled toward the lobby and the elevators, towing Truman along behind him.
Fuck, if he isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Even when he’s pissed off at me…
Truman didn’t have to pretend to be the adoring conquest and was truly staring like a lovesick idiot as Matteo pressed the call button and fell back against the wall, pulling Truman with him. They kissed as they waited and Truman was tired of playing games with Matteo, he wanted to put the past and the plan behind them and start over with a clean slate.
“I don’t care about Marty or the rest of it anymore. I want to send him away and move on,” Truman told Matteo, searching his eyes as they waited for one of the elevators to open and the scene to end.
Aside from a slight furrowing of his brow, Matteo was unresponsive until the doors to their right parted. “Shall we?” he asked, tipping his head toward them. Matteo pulled Truman with him as he backed inside, sliding an arm around his neck.
Truman kissed Matteo as he followed, blindly reaching for the card slot on the panel. He quickly checked and punched the proper button, closing the doors and sending them upwards.
“Matteo, I meant what I said before. I’m going to?—”
“We’re being recorded,” Matteo said, his lips hard and hungry as they covered Truman’s.
The doors opened a few moments later and they hurried, tripping and laughing as they stumbled down the hallway. Once they were alone in their suite, Truman scooped Matteo into his arms and spun him.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come back.” Truman cupped Matteo’s cheek, searching his eyes. “The Austrian Consulatewas just up the street and you could have run there instead of meeting me.”
