My stomach tightens, thighs trembling as pleasure crashes through me in waves. I clamp my lips together, trying to swallow the sound, but a fractured moan slips free anyway.
I let out a shaky breath as the intensity fades, my body slowly unwinding. My heart’s still racing when I open my eyes and find Matt watching me.
His gaze is dark. Satisfied. Possessive.
“That was so fucking hot.”
I laugh softly, glancing toward the curtain, where I know Pete definitely just heard me come.
Mycheeks burn, and I don’t even care.
It was worth it.
Fifteen minutes later,after an awkward goodbye to Pete, we’re in the elevator.
Matt breaks our grip to wipe his sweating palm against his pant leg. His hand finds mine again, weaving our fingers together.
He was on his phone briefly, right before we came up, said he was texting someone for work.
I glance at him.
He seems… nervous.
Matt doesn’t donervous.
“You alright there, babe?” I ask as we climb to the top floor.
To his penthouse.
Our penthouse.
A smile pulls at my lips.
“Yeah,” he says.
“You seem anxious.”
He smirks. “Still high from watching you come.”
He pulls me into him and kisses me hard, groaning into my mouth.
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open.
I step into the foyer… and freeze.
I gasp, walking myself further into the room, turning slow, taking in every inch.
It’s dark, but the entire place glows, lit up with tea lights.
Hundreds of them.
Everywhere.
Along the floors. The shelves. The tables.
Every flat surface holds a vase overflowing with peonies. They’re my favorite.
And the best part?
