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In no time at all, his towel drops, and I’m quickly throwing off my clothes. We’re on the bed, when he’s already rolling on a condom. But when he flips me onto my stomach, hands on my hips, ready to slide them back, I flip to my side and push him down quickly. Then I straddle him, my hands sliding up his chest as I stare down at him.

“I told you I’d make it up to you,” I murmur.

His hands slide to my hips. “Yeah?”

I kiss him, slow at first, then deeper, needing to erase the tangled mess in my head. His cock pokes me, and I kneel, legs either side of his thighs, positioning his tip against my opening, before sitting down and letting his length slide inside me. The friction burns sweetly, as I swallow him up, feel him filling me completely.

His hands tighten around my waist as I move against him, finding a rhythm, grounding myself in him. Sweet, sweet bliss. Him inside me, filling me. He tweaks my clit, his other hand playing with my breast.

I throw back my head, heat rushing through my body as I ride him, taking every ounce of pleasure from him. Everything else fades as we come together, his grunts meshing with my sighs and soft moans. I milk every last drop from him, refusing to move off, squeezing everything from him, until I finally collapse, spent and sweating, onto his chest.

“Fuck,” he cries. “That was ...”

I lift my head just enough to look at him. “Told you I’d make it up to you.”

“That was fucking awesome.”

His finger circles around the little bud between my butt cheeks, sending a tremor through me. We kiss again, long and deep, tongues sliding together. He slips the tip of his finger inside me, and I shiver because it feels so good. So different, but so good.

“Matteo,” I murmur.

A sharp knock at the door freezes us.

We stare at one another, trying to determine if it’s a knock or our imagination.

Another knock.

I blink, breath still uneven, my heart still racing.

I move off him, and quickly put on my robe before I rush to the door. We’re not expecting anyone, but something in my chest tightens.

Because I already know who it is.

I open the door and see him.

Vlad.

Chapter 31

MATTEO

“Don't,” I plead, watching as Elizabeth throws on a white hotel robe before smoothing down her hair.

I thought we’d escaped New York for a few days. No work. No brothers. No interruptions.

Apparently the universe had other ideas.

I sit upright, ears straining to catch the conversation. Whoever it is has bad timing. Then I hear her say, “Hey, Vlad,” and I bolt upright, quickly reaching for my boxers.

Vlad.

Elizabeth's friend now stares at me with a curious look on his face. One I can't decipher. It's clear he's overstepping—maybe because he’s curious about me.

“Am I interrupting something?” His voice is deep and accented. I quickly get out of bed, not liking the way Elizabeth stands beside him, looking uncharacteristically helpless. The color has drained from her face.

“You caught us at the wrong time,” I say, trying to stay calm as I stand there wearing only my boxers.

Vlad tilts his head, gives me an apologetic look. “Sorry for the interruption.”