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Jamie: A picture.

Matteo: You don’t have enough?

Jamie: Of you? Never.

My lips curl into a smile. She’s as charming as ever. But I don’t linger in that observation. I use it.

Matteo: I can't. Strict orders after the one you sent to my boss.

Jamie: What did he say?

Matteo: That I do good work.

Jamie: You do.

Matteo: I know.

Jamie: Damn, baby, I love the confident side of you. Don’t tease me if you’re going to leave me wanting.

Matteo: You’ll always want more.

Jamie: Isn’t that your favorite thing about me?

My cock stirs.

Jamie: Send me something anyway. Even though it's against the rules. Even though you're breaking orders. Doesn't that make it more fun?

I can hear the defiant tone in her voice. The tease.

I can see the need in her gorgeous blue eyes. I can almost taste her skin. The citrus and almond perfume she uses on her neck.

So she does taste like cyanide.

So I have no excuse for missing the truth.

Damn, I miss her too much. I want her too much.

But I can use it to my advantage.

Matteo: Come back here and help me.

Jamie: You had your chance, Matteo. You'll have to seduce me this time.

So I do.

I strip to nothing, I climb into her bed, and I send her exactly what she wants.

Jamie

Back at the Airbnb, Elena and her new Italian lover are making goo-goo eyes all over the living room. So I stay locked in the bedroom as I replay the video again and again.

Him, in my bed, touching himself.

He didn’t include his face this time, but I know his groan anywhere. I know the way he breathes my pet name.

Princess when I’m tongue-in-cheek. My devil when I am, well, myself.

Watch every moment, mi divolessa.