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With a growl, I bring my palm to his slender tummy—and rub it.
I work my seasoned hand around the flesh, prodding it in places like a doctor.
He squirms, then grips my shoulders. "You bastard. Ispecificallytold you not to touch me there."
"You need to relax, boy. Quit being so damn uptight." To help him feel more comfortable, I lift my shirt and bring his hand to my abs. "I’ll let you feel mine."
Mattie’s palm relaxes on my abs. He groans as he rubs them, stroking my hard muscles.
"Yoursis a little different," Mattie says a bit too snappishly for my taste. "You work out—you could eat and eat and all I’d feel would be rock hard abs."
"Go a little lower," I growl, my eyes electrifying his. "Feel what else is rock hard."
Mattie yanks his hand away, then marches into the olive grove. "Okay, buddy."
Mattie
My entire body tingles as I vanish between the olive trees.
Medici drives mecrazy—what the hell is up with this guy?
Yesterday, when he rescued me, he made mecome.Hot. Hard. In the coat he wrapped around my shoulders.
"Medici is a menace," I growl, trying to ignore the heat bubbling up inside me. "I need a few damn minutes alone for my boner to go down."
Lifting my shirt, I glance at my stomach—err,tummy.
It’s a little puffy from breakfast, but still slender and petite.
I rub my palm on it, then tremble as my nipples turn to stiff peaks.
Why did Medici’s hand feel sowonderful? It was naughty. Forbidden. Oh-so-sweet.
I think I liked his touch so much because it came all of a sudden, without any warning.
One second, we were chatting about breakfast, enjoying ourselves.
The next?He unleashed the most amazing sensations in my body.
"Bye, Medici," I shout, continuing my walk as my cheeks burn. "I’ll speak to you later."
"I’ll be waiting by the fig trees for you to come out. I plan to give you an olive oil massage."
"I don't even want to know what that is," I groan.
Medici cracks out a laugh. "You’ll like it.I promise."
I’ve only taken a few more steps when the voice stops me. "Could you two beanylouder?"
Furrowing my brow, I freeze in my tracks. "Hello?"
A rustling sound reaches my ears. "I’m trying to catch some rays. You’re killing my vibe."
Another sound blends with the rustling—thwacking.
Pulling back a few olive branches, I stumble across a clearing.
To my surprise, a young man lies on a blanket with sunglasses over his eyes—completely naked.
