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“No,” I whisper, the word escaping before I can stop it.

His smile is pure sin. “No, what?”

“No, I don’t want you to stop.” The confession burns my throat. I don’t stop to think about what this means, or who he is to me and my family. I just answer uninhibitedly.

His eyes darken as he pushes my skirt higher, his fingers brushing the outside of my thighs. The touch is electric, sending shocks straight to my core. I can’t believe this is happening. That Matteo fucking Marino is on his knees in front of me in his executive office.

“Wider,” he commands, his voice rough with need.

I obey without thinking, spreading my thighs further apart. His hands slide up to my hips, and he tugs—hard—pulling me down until my ass is barely hanging onto the edge of the seat. The position leaves me completely exposed, my pussy on display for him.

“Look at you,” he growls, his hot breath fanning against my inner thigh. “Fucking dripping already.”

I should be mortified, but all I feel is a desperate, throbbing need. He stares between my legs like I’m a five-course meal and he’s been starving for years.

“Pretty little pussy. So pink and perfect. I love that you’re not bare,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against the landing strip of hair I keep neatly groomed.

I whimper, a soft almost mewling sound escapes between my lips and I curse myself for it.

Chapter 5

Matteo

Her pussy is the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Pink and glistening, framed by that neat strip of hair—I can’t tear my eyes away. My mouth waters at the sight of her arousal coating her inner thighs. I’ve dreamt about this moment, and now she’s spread open for me, waiting. The scent of her, musky and slightly sweet from her perfume, clings to my nose.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I growl, running my thumb through her folds, collecting her wetness. “All this for me, huh? Just from a little talk about toys?”

She whimpers, her hips jerking toward my touch. “Matteo⁠—”

“Shh,” I press my wet thumb against her lips. “Taste yourself.”

Her eyes widen, but she opens her mouth, letting me slide my thumb inside. The sight of her sucking her own juices off my skin nearly makes me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.

“Good girl,” I murmur, pulling my thumb from her mouth with a wet pop. “Now let’s see how these toys of yours work.”

I pick up the curved vibrator, the one designed to hit her G-spot. It’s heavier than it looks, solid and well-made. I’m impressed despite myself. My little Contessa knows what she’s doing.

“You made this,” I say, turning it over in my hands. “Tell me how it feels best.”

Her cheeks flush dark pink. “The third setting…with the curve against⁠—”

“Show me.” I hold it out to her. “Show me how you use it when you’re alone.”

She hesitates, then takes the toy from my hand. I lean back on my heels, giving her space to perform.

“Go on,” I encourage. “Let me see what you’ve been hiding from me.”

Contessa runs her fingers over the sleek surface, finding the power button. The vibrator hums to life, and she adjusts it to the third setting—a deep, pulsing rhythm that I can feel.

She parts her legs wider and slides the toy through her folds, coating it with her wetness. My cock strains painfully against my zipper as I watch her tease her entrance, circling her clit with the vibrating tip.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her head falling back as she positions the curved end at her opening.

I snatch the toy from her hand before she can push it inside. “That’s enough demonstration.”

“What—”

“You think I’m letting you do all the work?” I take the vibrator and press it against her clit, watching her whole body jerk. “This is my job now. My investment, remember?”