I smirked against her neck. “I can smell how wet you are from here.”
A moment later, I pushed my hand into her panties, only to find her soaked. She moaned harder, getting wetter every second I stroked my rough palm over her perfect pussy.
We kissed like we’d never stop.
“What do you say, baby?” I murmured through the kiss. “Is our understanding back on?”
Francesca moaned a light scream as I pushed two big fingers into her tight pussy, curling them and stroking nice and deep inside her.
“Yes,” She whimpered, pulling me closer.
“Or, you know, we could just say ‘fuck the bet’ and start seeing each other seriously. What do you think about that?”
“Yes,” She moaned, a little distracted, but knowing exactly what I was saying nonetheless.
“So, we agree then. We’re dating. Yes?”
I curled my fingers, hitting her g-spot, and made her eyes roll back.
“Yes…”
“I’m your boyfriend. And you’re my girlfriend. Understand?”
“Yes, Matteo…”
I smirked and sunk my teeth into her neck.
Chapter 25
Present
Upper-East Side, New York City
FEBRUARY IN NEW YORK COULD be cruel. But inside the SoHo glass-walled studio, everything was warm and slow and soft. Lavender diffusers misted the air. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, pale and winter-bright, touching polished floors and rows of Yoga mats like liquid gold.
Natalia was on her back beside me, one hand resting gently on her rounded belly. Six months pregnant. She was glowing – cheeks pink, hair smooth and glossy, eyes bright. Her baby bump curved beneath her fitted yoga set, impossibly adorable.
“Lift and breathe,” the instructor murmured, voice like silk.
Maria groaned dramatically but moved anyway, legs trembling in elegant leggings. Kali, calm as ever, looked like she could hold a plank for an hour without blinking. I followed along, not for fitness today – but for Natalia. For us. Four girlfriends in the city.
Maria, Kali and I were taking a Prenatal Yoga class with Natalia. Supporting her the best way we knew how – to always be there for her.
When class finally ended, and gentle music faded into silence, we lay there catching our breath. My heart felt light. Unarmored.
Natalia giggled softly as she tried to sit up, one hand still on her stomach. “I swear this little one already weighs ten pounds.”
“They’re going to be big and tall like Trevor and I,” Kali teased.
“Oh God,” I laughed, offering Natalia my hand. “Don’t manifest that. You were both menaces as kids.”
Maria snorted. “Still are.”
We laughed, gathering our things – cashmere sweaters, water bottles, rolled yoga mats. The locker room smelled faintly of eucalyptus and expensive soap. After cleaning up, I slipped into my cream wool coat, smoothing the collar, while Maria clipped gold earrings back into place and Kali tied a leather jacket around her fit body. We grabbed our designer bags from the marble bench, and headed out.
February air nipped at our cheeks, but we linked arms and walked down the sidewalk. Natalia hummed happily beside us.
We slid into a booth at a quiet, upscale restaurant with floor-to-ceiling windows and velvet seats. Gold flatware, linen napkins, crystal glasses catching the afternoon light like prisms. A waiter brought warm bread and olive oil with truffle, and Natalia’s eyes lit up the way treasure hunters’ did in films.
