Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I joined in her amusement. Then I became serious.
“Matteo worries about my safety. That I could become a liability to him.”
She nodded. “They all fear that instance. Vince, Alex, Geo. I would imagine, given Matteo’s position, it would be even more so. Follow his lead, listen to what he asks, and you’ll be fine.”
“He was hoping I would work with you.”
“We would love that. It’s very rewarding to see what we can do for those who truly need it. An extra pair of hands is always welcome.” She stood. “You concentrate on your marriage and the house for the next while. I can help you find your way around, and we can talk about it more later on. You can talk to Roza and Gianna, and then decide.”
She picked up her cup. “You look tired. Go and finish unpacking. I will get Geo and send Matteo up as soon as possible. I’m sure he hates being away from you—even for a short while.”
I smiled sadly. I knew I couldn’t have him all the time anymore. “Time to get back to reality.”
She hugged me, her soft, floral scent surrounding me, reminding me of a mother’s gentle hug.
“All will be fine. I promise.”
I headed upstairs, hoping she was right.
Matteo entered our room, smiling at me. “What are you doing?”
“Unpacking and sorting laundry for tomorrow.”
“Mrs. Armstrong will…” He caught himself. “Are you sure you don’t want me to hire someone?”
“I am perfectly capable of doing laundry.”
He came up behind me, settling his hands on my hips, pulling me back to his chest. “I am aware of how capable you are, my beauty.” He slid his hands up my torso, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples gently. He dropped his face to my neck, his breath warm on my skin. “I’m aware of you…everything about you.”
I let my head fall back, granting him free access to my neck. “Oh?” I whimpered.
“I’m aware you had a shower without me. I’m aware you’re wearing one of the sexiest little nightgowns I have ever seen in my life.” His hands tugged at the hem of the lacy garment. “I’m aware right now you don’t give a flying fuck about the laundry, the housework, or anything else but me throwing you on the bed, our bed, and fucking you.” He sucked at the juncture of my neck, making me gasp as he bit down.
“Is that a fact?” I murmured, trying desperately to maintain some sort of control. I tried not to groan as he pulled me tight to him, the evidence of his desire hard against my ass.
With a low laugh, he gathered my nightgown higher. “I’m aware—” his breathing became deeper “—that you have nothing on under here.” He cupped me, his touch possessive. “I’m aware how much you want me. Right now.”
I whimpered.
Without warning, he inserted two fingers inside, curling them to hit the spot that drove me crazy. I cried out as he started pumping them quickly. I arched into his touch, my orgasm coming hard and fast. Before I had even recovered, he threw me onto the bed, standing over me with a wicked grin as he tugged his shirt over his head and tore off his pants. In seconds, he was on me, his mouth everywhere, kissing, teasing, licking, and caressing. He touched me, his hands ghosting over my skin, leaving a trail of heat behind. He hovered over me, his breathing ragged, his eyes hooded and dark.
“How is it possible to have missed you in such a short time span? How can my body crave you so constantly?”
I cupped his cheek at his sweet words. He turned his head, kissing my palm.
“You are everything to me, Evie. I should fear the power you hold over me.”
“I feel the same way, Matteo. You mean more than I can express.”
He lowered his face to mine and kissed me. The urgency built between us again, the passion flaring as our mouths touched. He slid inside me, groaning as our bodies merged, moving as one. He buried his face in my neck, kissing the skin.
“So sweet. You always taste so sweet here,” he whispered. “You smell so good—like light and sunshine. Like home.”
I pulled his head back to mine, and our mouths fused. He moved faster, claiming me with his touch and body. I cried out as another orgasm hit me, and he moaned my name as he stiffened, his cock throbbing with his release.
For a moment, there was silence. Then he lifted his head, hovering over me. “Welcome home, Mrs. Campari.”
I smiled up at him. “I love you.”
His face lit up, wonder and happiness filling his eyes.
“I love you.”
Matteo was quiet during breakfast, already turning on boss mode. I was beginning to recognize the signs. His shoulders would draw back, and his eyes would shutter, becoming emotionless. I didn’t like it, but I realized it was his cover.