Page 29 of Doll Face

He frowned and spun her around to face him. “Then that means I’m terrible at sex.”

“But—”

He placed a finger over her lips. “You’re not going to be terrible, because I’m not terrible at it. We’re going to be so hot that we’ll burn the sheets.”

Matteo kissed the tip of his nose.

“Now, I have to leave because in New York it’s takes you an hour to cross the street.”

****

Matteo held his arms out as he was patted down, maintaining eye contact with his diamond buyer, Amir Deeb al Essa. Once he got the nod, he sat opposite the Arabic billionaire from Dubai. Al Essa’s men laid down the cache of diamonds on the table for his inspection.

“Welcome, Matteo Romanelli,” al Essa said, his accent refined and crisp.

“Hello. Thank you for this meeting.”

Al Essa clicked his fingers, and another man hurried forward, placing a jeweler’s loupe up to his eye as he inspected the diamonds. After a few minutes, he looked up at his master and gave one nod. Relief that Roberto didn’t screw him flowed through him.

“It seems the flawlessness you boasted had merit.” al Essa said. He nodded to another man who tapped away on a tablet. “Paid in full.”

Matteo opened up his encrypted account and saw the money transferred. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Al Essa nodded, and Matteo took that as a sign their business was concluded.

Chapter Ten

That evening, Matteo escorted Macy down the boat ramp to the yacht he had reserved. The captain greeted them and escorted them to the dining room. The windows allowed them to look at the harbor, and as dinner was served, they were able to see the Statue of Liberty in all her glory.

At midnight, the yacht glided back to the marina. Matteo thanked the captain, and then they were speeding back to the hotel. Macy yawned.

“Take a hot shower and then we’ll head to bed,” he told her. “To sleep.”

“Oh, don’t you want to…”

“Fuck?” he asked, chuckling as she blushed. “You’re barely keeping your eyes open. Tomorrow morning, you’re all mine.”

****

He awoke early the next day, and propped his head up on his hand so he could watch Macy. The opaque window shades turned her skin to alabaster. She took his breath away. He could stare at her for hours and not get bored. Moving a lock of hair away from her cheek, he silently vowed to protect her always. Even if that meant from him.

Rising, he went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. He slipped on clean boxers, not bothering to put anything else on, and walked into the kitchenette to put on coffee. He poured himself a cup after it finished and stood in front of the window, staring over Central Park.

“Got any for me?”

He turned. Macy gave him a shy smile. He nodded and went back to the coffee pot and poured her a cup before handing it to her.

“Thanks,” she said.

He watched her, wanting her. Craving her. After one sip, he took the mug from her and placed both of theirs in the sink. Then he swept her up in his arms and kissed her, carrying her into the bedroom.

Once the back of her knees hit the mattress, he pulled her nightshirt over her head and let it drop to the floor, baring her to him. Her breathing increased, causing her breasts to heave, the areolas a beautiful dusty rose. He grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and stripped it over his head. He watched as she took in his tattoos, eyes widening as she saw the various colorful designs marking his upper shoulders and over the right side of his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured, running her fingertips over his ink.

“So are you.”

He bent over and captured her lips in another soul melting kiss, sliding his tongue in to dance with her own. He pushed her back until she fell on the bed and then helped her scoot up to join her.

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