Page 52 of The Lies We Tell

He growled, shoving her hand away and slamming his cock inside her in one swift movement, holding her hips in a punishing grip and rocking her back and forth.

“Every time you say you’ve never done something before, it only makes me want to claim it more. To do every first with you.”

He slid his hands around to the backs of her thighs, lifting her up and lowering her again until she was controlling the movements herself.

Her breath hitched each time she sank down on him, letting him fill her completely. And when he moved his hand up to press against her shoulder and tilt her body forward, she groaned as he seated deeper, the angle changing and making her shudder.

“Good girl,” he panted in her ear. “Just like that until I come inside you.”

Gripping the back of his neck for leverage, she fucked him. Slow at first and then faster, satisfied that she was driving him crazy each time she ground against him and made his cock twitch inside her. She loved to drive him wild, to push him to the edge until he lost all control, loved knowing she had the power to do that to a man. The power to do that to him.

“Tessa,” he growled against her neck, his breath heating her skin. “Are you going to come for me again?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, shuddering when his hand inched up her thigh and between her legs. “Matteo.”

“Be a good girl, piccola,” he said, swiping his fingers roughly over her clit. “And come all over me.”

“Fuck,” Tessa gasped, fingernails digging into the back of his neck, body shaking as he shoved her over the cliff and followed her into the abyss.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed, groaning when she laughed and her pussy clenched around him. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Two times.”

“What?” He picked his head up off her shoulder to look at her.

“That’s how many times you can make me come in a two-hour plane ride.”

Matteo lifted a challenging brow, his softening cock instantly going hard again inside her.

“You think that’s it? We still have plenty of time left.” He pinched her clit, rolling it between his fingers. “And I haven’t even made you scream my name yet.”

Chapter Twenty

Matteo scanned the email update from Maeve, ignoring her postscript about scheduling interviews for her replacement, and sent back a quick reply. The email from Luca was comforting, if curt. So far, Antonetti didn’t seem to know they were in France. He’d made no moves to contact anyone since they’d left, and Nicolette hadn’t contacted him either.

Closing the lid on his laptop, Matteo crossed to the bedroom to check on Tessa. They needed to leave in ten minutes if they didn’t want to be late, and Laurent hated to be kept waiting.

The bedroom was empty, but the light was on in the bathroom, and he made his way around the settee at the foot of the bed and across the plush antique carpet. He caught her reflection in the mirror, stopping short at the sight of her.

She’d swept her thick mane of hair to one side and pulled it over her shoulder, pinning it up with a pretty clip she’d purchased when they went shopping earlier. Whatever she’d done to her eyes made them pop against the dress the boutique had delivered.

He hadn’t picked it out as much as he’d asked the clerk for something in red that showed off the curves he loved to look at so much. It far exceeded his expectations.

Sheer red sleeves from shoulder to wrist wouldn’t keep her warm, but they added a fairytale feel to a dress that left nothing else to the imagination. It hugged her curves from the swell of her breasts under the sweetheart neckline to her knees. She kept adjusting the ruching over her stomach and staring at herself with a frown.

When he walked in behind her, she glanced up at his reflection over her shoulder and then back at herself in the mirror, tilting her head and studying the dress with shrewd eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you want me to wear? It’s so…”

“So?” He lifted a brow when she didn’t continue.

“Tight. You don’t think it’s too tight?”

Wrapping his arm around her, he pressed his hand against the curve of her stomach and pulled her back against him. “I think it’s perfect,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m really going to enjoy taking it off you later.”

She drew her lip between her teeth and leaned her head back against his shoulder. “I think I might enjoy that too.”

He gave her a squeeze and pressed a quick kiss to the side of her neck. “Ready?”

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