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Laughing, I pulled open my driver door. “Get in the car—I’ll keep my hands to myself. Promise.”
Matteo muttered something while rounding the front of my Audi. He shut us together in close proximity that made my mouth water and skin tingle with awareness.
I got the engine going and shivered against the cold and the potent attraction I felt for the man beside me. Hints of his soap lingered beneath musky sweat from his earlier run. I lusted to lick all the fuck over him, to taste the salt on his skin. Swallow around his glans and fill my belly with his cum.
Clearing my throat, I pulled out of the cemetery, determined to behave. I wished I could invite Matteo to grab something to eat for dinner since both of our stomachs had grumbled in the previous hour, but our shared time sitting in the grass hadn’t changed Matteo’s stance.
Being seen out with me by anyone he knew from work wouldn’t look good and might cause problems for him. Something I refused to do.
But goddamnit, I wanted to.
He directed me to the curb in front of the home he’d shared with Katie for over a dozen years. The wooden stoop was lit from its roof, bathing the stairs in a soft, welcoming glow. Two planters flanked the painted door, both a more vivid blue than the door itself. No plants peeked from their rims. They sat void of life, same as the rest of his yard in the cold October night.
Matteo didn’t make a move to exit my car, his gaze on his home. He finally turned toward me. Sexual energy ramped enough my pulse picked up, my heart beating hard.
His focus dropped to my mouth.
I flicked the tip of my tongue over my lower lip before sucking it between my teeth.
“Tease,” he murmured, his low, rasped tone swelling my dick.
A smirk popped my lip from my mouth.
He huffed an exhale, lifting his gaze to my eyes. I wished for my interior light to flicker on so I could read the hunger in his dark orbs. “If you ever need to talk, I’m only a text away. My door is always open too.”
The man didn’t know the temptation he offered, but I didn’t tease or flirt. “Thank you—and same.”
Matteo nodded, another quick glance at my mouth making my dick buck for escape from my jeans. “I appreciate the ride home, Sean. I’ll see you Monday morning.”
“Yeah,” I agreed as he opened the door, allowing a rush of frigid air to fill the space he left empty.
He shut me in, and I stared after him, soaking in the sight of his shoulders, his trim hips…his ass flexing as he climbed the stairs. He paused, hand on the doorknob, to turn.
Even though space separated us, I could feel his gaze on me as gentle as the caresses he’d painted over my knuckles while sitting in front of my grandparents’ gravestone.
A shiver raised the hairs on my arms, and the goose bumps lingered long after he shut his front door between us.
My breaths came easier on the drive back into Boston, my pulse fluttering like a newly morphed butterfly’s first flight regardless of what Elite faced. Grief weighed Matteo down, but he’d brought to life something inside me I couldn’t name. Some delicious force that made me hunger for more. To persevere. To find answers. To conquer.
I collapsed on my couch, cell in hand. He’d given me a green light of sorts, so I took total advantage of it, hoping to make him impossibly hard and need release as badly as I did.
Me: Good night, Teach. I hope you dream about me. Fuck knows I’ll be seeing you when I close my eyes—same as every night since I met you.
Chapter 19
Matteo
I climbed out of the shower to find Sean’s text waiting for me. Thankfully, I’d already emptied my balls down the drain along with the soapsuds I’d used to clean my body. Still, my groin attempted to rouse at his words.
Instead of explaining in detail all the images in my head I’d been having of him while sleeping, how he made me wake up every morning aching for release, I went with something a little more professional.
Kind of.
Me: I thought you promised to be a good boy.
My heart raced as I waited for his reply, a mixture of excitement and adrenaline pumping through me from skirting a line I had no right to toe.
Mr. Fox: Deep down, that’s not what you truly want.
