Page 89 of The Lies We Tell

The door closed, plunging them into shadows, and Matteo wrapped an arm around her waist, hauling her up against his side. Cupping her face in his hand, he tilted her head back and claimed her lips, teasing his tongue and then his teeth over her lower lip until she groaned softly.

When his hand wandered to her breast, squeezing firmly and making her shudder, she leaned back, hands braced on his chest. “Matteo, I’ve never—”

He growled, yanking her into his lap and grinding his thigh against her core as he kissed her again. “I love it when you say that to me. I want all your firsts and your lasts to be mine, Tessa. And we’re adding this to the list.”

“Matteo.” She held his hands against her thighs when he started to push her dress up to her hips. “I am not having sex with you in a car with someone in the front seat.”

He sighed. Leaning forward to give her a quick kiss, he punched the button for the intercom again. “Pull over.” His fingers toyed with the hem of her dress and the exposed skin of her knee as the car left asphalt for gravel and came to a stop. “Get out,” he commanded.

Light briefly flooded the car, and then it went dark again. “Better?”

“How’s that better? He’s right outside and knows exactly what we’re about to do!”

Matteo grinned, slipping his hand between her thighs and rubbing two fingers over her clit through her panties. “The clerks at the boutique knew what we were doing in the dressing room. So did the flight attendant on our way to and from Paris. And you didn’t seem to care about that.”

She rocked against his fingers, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth. “In my defense, you were very distracting.”

“Allow me to distract you again.”

Slipping her panties to the side, he slid his finger up the length of her slit, rubbing circles over her clit. Hips jerking, Tessa rocked against his hand, making him grin. Circling her entrance, he thrust a finger deep inside her, using his thumb to maintain pressure on her clit.

“Fuck.”

“I will,” he promised. “But I want you to come on my fingers first.”

“We’re going to be late,” she panted as he added a second finger and pumped them in and out, faster and deeper each time she clenched around him.

“They can get started without us. You’re not leaving this car until you come on my fingers and my cock.”

Digging her nails into his neck, Tessa rocked her hips in time with the thrust of his fingers, shuddering each time he dragged his thumb roughly over her clit. The man was insatiable, incorrigible, and she would never get enough of him. Of the way he touched her, the way he wanted her, the way he loved her. Deeply, passionately, possessively.

She belonged to him and he belonged to her, and in moments like this one, nothing else mattered.

“Be a good girl and come for me, piccola,” he murmured, working his fingers in and out faster, eyes locked on her face.

“Yes,” she breathed, shuddering when he curled his fingers up and brushed against her G-spot.

Over and over until her thighs quivered and her heart raced. And when her orgasm washed over her, she sobbed his name.

“That’s my good girl.” He peppered kisses along her jaw and down the column of her throat. “So beautiful. So perfect.” He undid the belt and zipper of his suit pants, freeing his cock and palming it roughly. “All mine.”

“Matteo.”

“Say it,” he insisted, repositioning her on his lap so her back was to his chest and the head of his cock dragged along her slit.

“I’m all yours,” she replied, gasping when he drove the full length of his cock inside her with one thrust.

“Forever,” he growled in her ear, squeezing her breasts through her dress as he fucked her hard and fast.

“Matteo,” Tessa whimpered, rocking her hips against each thrust, every inch of her skin on fire.

“Rub your clit, piccola. I want to feel you come hard all over me.”

Releasing his forearm, she slid her hand down her stomach and under the hem of her dress, groaning when her fingertips grazed the sensitive bud.

“That’s it. Make that pussy come while I fuck you. Faster.”

She swiped her fingers over her clit in rough, quick circles, keeping time with his brutally deep thrusts. He pushed her closer and closer to the edge until she couldn’t think about anything other than the way he touched her, the way he felt inside her, the sound of his breath in her ear.

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