I nearly choke on my Danish, and I have to wash it down with some water while coughing. The motherfucker actually grins.
Goddammit. Now he made me think of it. Again.
I place down my glass and take another glance at him. He seems awfully proud of himself despite the fact that hejust mentioned his jerk-off session like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
I look him directly in the eye. “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going to jerk off.”
I’m just glad he doesn’t know what I did in the tub afterward.
He smiles. “Is it so odd for a man like me to have needs?”
I grab an apple and chew on it. “No, I just figured you would do it with the door closed.”
“I apologize. I hadn’t thought of closing the door to my room in my own house because I normally never have to.”
I chew the apple obnoxiously. “Weird, it’s almost like you forgot I was here. You know, if you let me go, you can jerk off whenever you want to.”
A smile tips up his lips. “Now, where’s the fun in that? I’d much rather have you watching me.”
Fuck.
I take another bite of my apple, incensed by my own arousal at his words.
He doesn’t even know how much I remember.
Or the fact that I used the memory for my own pleasure.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he responds. “I don’t mind at all.” He leans forward. “In fact, I quite enjoyed it.”
I lick my lips as a droplet of juice from the apple rolls down, and his eyes home in on my tongue like he’s thinking about kissing me right here, right now, and it makes myheart palpitate.
“And I think you did too.” He winks.
Shit.
Is he on to me?
No, he can’t be. He can’t have seen what I did. No one was in my room except me.
God, I’ve never endured a more awkward breakfast than this one. And I definitely don’t want to admit to his face that I’ve thought about the way he touched that huge dick of his several times now, or that I fingered myself to the mere memory.
I hate it. I hate how he’s already wormed his way into my brain without even trying, and that I can’t seem to get rid of him. I really need him to eat that cake, so I’m not tempted to jump his bones instead.
I swallow another piece of apple when finally Leticia arrives with my special cake.
But the apple immediately falls from my hand.
One piece of the cake is missing.
Oh God. What if she took a slice?
Matteo
Her eyes suddenly widen as Leticia enters, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s due to something she said or that cake Leticia puts down on the table in front of us.
“Isn’t it gorgeous?” she says. “Stella made it all by herself.”
