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He looks down, searching my eyes for something—some flicker of truth, some thread to hold onto.

He finds it. “Take off your clothes,” he says.

“I’d love to.” I strip out of my top and bra. “I’d be happy to have you as many times as you’d like. You’re skilled, baby. But that’s not enough to win me over.”

The look he gives me is pure sass. Classic Matteo.

My pulse kicks up. I love this side of him too.

“How explicit do you want it?” he asks.

“Want what?” I ask.

He loosens his tie, slips it off, and tosses it onto the floor.

My fingers curl into my palms. God, I want to keep going. But he won’t. Not now.

Matteo he gestures to me. “Ladies choice.” He picks up my phone from the altar and places it in my palm.

“I’ve got plenty of photos of us,” I say, and instantly my body whines get more. Take off his clothes. Fuck him. Now.

“With timestamps after you left?” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into a soft, deliberate kiss.

My body takes over. I kiss him back, my tongue dancing with his, my fingers digging into the soft skin on his neck.

“You taste good,” I whisper.

“I know,” he says, steady as ever. Then he nods toward the camera. “Take the photo.”

It’s not a grand gesture—he could say he’s working a source—but it is something. And I want to go home with someone new.

Something now.

I hold up the phone and frame us both. I’m topless. He’s half-undressed.

Our faces are clear. The’s no deniability.

“Should I keep going?” I ask.

“Lady’s choice,” he repeats, voice softer this time. There’s a dare in his eyes. Do whatever you want with me, see how I react.

I want to. God, I want to.

But it’s not smart. Not now.

“Touch me how I like,” I say.

And he does. He cups my breast with his palm and teases my nipple with his thumb.

Fuck. My eyes close. My sex pulses. “Are you really going to work me up and leave me wanting again?”

“It’s been two years,” he whispers into my ear. “You can survive two more days.”

“And if I can’t?” I ask.

His hands go to my ass. He pulls me closer, until his cock is against my stomach.

He’s hard.