Page 37 of The Lies We Tell

She collapsed against him, breaths coming in shallow pants, and buried her face against his shoulder. Releasing her arms, he pulled her away from the wall and twisted them both until she was standing in front of the ottoman piled with clothes.

“Sit down.”

Peeking over her shoulder, she shook her head. “I’m not wearing any underwear. I’m going to make a mess.”

“I don’t care. Sit down.”

“Matteo,” she said, getting her breath back and crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re going to have to buy all these clothes. Definitely this dress, and I—”

It didn’t take more than a gentle push to have her tumbling back onto the ottoman with a disgruntled squeak. Matteo sank to his knees and pried her legs open with his hands on her thighs.

“I don’t care what I have to buy. I’m not leaving here without putting my mouth on this pretty pussy.”

She dropped her head back against the wall with a soft thud when he shoved the dress up to her hips and brushed a soft kiss against her soaked pussy lips. Swiping his tongue up the length of her slit, he slid a finger back inside her.

“Jesus fuck,” she gasped, and he grinned.

“Careful, piccola. You still have to be a good girl for me. And good girls are quiet when they’re coming on my tongue and my fingers like this.”

Wrapping his lips around her clit, he sucked hard, slowly moving his fingers in and out, matching the pace of the subtle rocking of her hips as he devoured her. She blew out a shuddering breath, throat bobbing when she swallowed as he nipped her clit gently with his teeth.

Watching her try to maintain control while he pushed her closer and closer to the edge of madness was intoxicating, all-consuming, an addiction he could get lost in. She writhed against him when he added a second finger, concentrating his lips and teeth and tongue on her clit as he pumped them in and out faster.

He loved to watch her come, the way her brows drew together and her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth dropped open in a gasp or a scream. She made such beautiful sounds for him, but he was having just as much fun forcing her to be quiet.

The way her body trembled with need and the effort of not screaming his name the way she did at home was fucking perfection. He would never get tired of giving her pleasure, of watching her take it.

He thrust his fingers deep inside her and then curled them up, dragging them against her G-spot as he pulled them out, making her entire body shudder.

“Matteo,” she said, her voice a strained whisper.

“Yes, Tessa,” he urged. “Come for me. Show me how much you need it.”

She bit down on the heel of her hand to muffle the sob that escaped her when the orgasm overtook her. Bucking and squirming against his mouth and fingers, she clamped down on him deep inside her as she came.

Breathing hard, she slid her fingers into his hair and used it to pull him closer, planting a kiss on his lips that made them both groan. “We’re definitely buying this dress,” she said against his mouth.

He chuckled. “This dress and everything you just ruined.”

“You insisted.”

“Yes, I did. I—”

“How’s it going in here?” the clerk said, making Tessa jump.

“Everything’s good,” Tessa squeaked. “We—I’ll be right out.” She shoved at Matteo’s shoulder when he chuckled again. “That’s not funny. She can’t know you’re in here with me. They’ll never let me shop here again.”

“I’m about to give that woman one of the best commissions of her life. She’d probably let us fuck anywhere we wanted.”

Tessa snorted and reached for her pants, frowning when Matteo stopped her. “I have to get dressed so we can buy this.”

He turned toward her, pressing his hard cock against the curve of her ass as he tugged the zipper up and readjusted the skirt. Ripping the tag off, he clenched it in his palm and scooped the rest of the discarded clothes off the ottoman.

“I want you to wear that out. So I can play with you on the drive home.”

He left her standing in the dressing room with her mouth hanging open, carrying the rest of the clothes to the checkout and dropping them unceremoniously on the flat surface.

“I hope you found everything you need,” the clerk said, a wry grin tugging at her lips.

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