“There was no way I was losing,” I laugh quietly, giving him a sheepish grin. “I might need to borrow some money.”
He chuckles, shaking his head before letting out a heavy sigh. “It’s for a good cause.”
“So, what did I win with you?”
His eyes darken as he drags his teeth over his bottom lip. “I have an idea.” He holds his hand out to me. “Want to find out?”
My heart pounds harder in my chest as I slip my hand into his. “Yes,” I rasp.
He whisks me away from the ballroom, no one noticing us leaving as he pulls me into the foyer and down the hall. The last door on the right has a brass plate on it, but I don’t catch what it says as Matteo opens the door and pulls me inside.
As he pulls the door shut, I notice the coats and realize we’re inside the coat closet. The door latches and we’re encapsulated in silence.
My heart races, my stomach fluttering. “Matteo, I can’t see anything.”
“It’s okay, Sunny,” he says, the door lock clicking just before the lights flicker on. “Better?” He smirks, reaching for my waist and pulling me flush against him.
With one hand on my hip, he slides the other along the side of my neck, his thumb pushing against the underside of my chin as he tilts my head back.
His breath fans across my face, his lips parting as his graze drops down to my mouth and back to my eyes. I love when he looks at me like that, like he’s ready to devour me.
“Is this what I paid twenty grand for?”
He snorts, arching a brow. “You mean, what I’m paying twenty grand for.”
A grin spreads across my face. “Touché, touché.” I giggle as his face lowers and his mouth finds mine. He kisses me with an urgency, an intensity, with a burning heat that I can’t ignore. I can’t extinguish it.
I let it consume me.
My hands slide through his hair, tangling in his waves, messing up the way he had it styled without a single care of how disheveled we’re going to look exiting the fucking closet.
“I need to be inside you, Sunny baby,” Matteo groans against my mouth. His tongue traces my lips. “Are you gonna let me fuck you here?”
There’s no hesitation. “Yes.”
His mouth claims mine, his legs pushing me back until my back’s against the wall. His lips bruise mine, rough and demanding as his tongue tangles with mine. He breathes me in, drawing the air from my lungs.
The inferno between us burns hot, my skin on fire as warmth builds in the pit of my stomach. His hands drag down to my hips, searing me through my dress. He wraps his hand around the back of my leg and lifts it up, holding it against his thigh as he pushes my dress up to my waist.
His right hand holds my thigh and we break apart, both of us breathless as he takes his fingers and pushes them into my mouth. “Get my fingers wet for me,” he growls as I wrap my lips around them, swirling my saliva around his digits.
My lips pop as he pulls them out, moving his hand down to the apex of my thighs. He pushes my panties to the side, his fingers drifting over my bare skin before he slides them inside me, sinking into my hot center. “You’re so wet for me, Sunny baby. Fuck.” A moan falls from my lips. He captures it with his mouth crashing into mine, swallowing the sounds as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of me.
His thumb finds my clit and he presses against me, rolling it in delicious, calculated circles. His tongue is in my mouth and his fingers are inside me as he fucks me with his hand, working me into a mess.
I grind against him, my knees growing weak, leg shaking as he holds me up by one thigh. I’m pinned against the wall, athis mercy. Anyone could come to the coat closet at any given moment. The locked door would be a cause for concern.
And if they find the two of us locked in here together...
“Fuck, Jade,” Matteo moans against my mouth, pulling his fingers from me right as I could feel my orgasm creeping in. He releases my thigh, letting my foot fall back to the floor. He lifts his fingers, his eyes glazed and filled with desire as he slips his fingers into his mouth.
His eyelids flutter shut as he sucks my arousal from his fingertips and moans. “Turn around for me,” he growls, grabbing my hips, turning me to face the wall. “I’m going to fuck you, fast and hard, before someone finds us in here.”
He pushes my dress up around my waist and leans forward, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Can you be quiet for me, Sunny baby? We don’t want anyone to hear us.”
I plant my hands on the wall, turning my head to look at him. “I’ll be quiet.”
“Good girl,” he rasps, grabbing my chin as he kisses me, hard and deep before releasing me. His hands drag down the length of my body, his palms rubbing against my ass. “Fuck, look at you.”
