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She collapsed onto her elbows so she could reach down to her pussy. All she could do was grunt and try to keep up with his furious fucking, rubbing her clit. Her orgasm rose, building and spiraling her upward, and she hoped he was close because she was in the grips of that sweet rush toward ecstasy. When she splintered apart, her body convulsed as she came hard, all over her hand. Exhilarating. Sublime. He followed her a second later, shooting his own load into the latex barrier.

His big body collapsed on her, flattening her out which caused his cock to slide out of her ass. He kissed the back of her head, rolling to the side. He pushed some of her hair off her cheek to see her.

“I’ve fallen for you, Macy Moore,” he whispered.

She opened one eye. “I’ve fallen for you, too.”

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The next couple of weeks were the best of her life. She worked and spent all available time with Matteo. The first time he asked her to move in with him, she played it off. A few days later, he asked again, and she dismissed it. A part of her expected him to grow bored. After all, she wasn’t very experienced on a sexual level, and she just needed more time to make sure that he was sure. She finally accepted that she had fallen in love with him … it might even have been love at first sight, although she’d never admit it.

Matteo escorted her into the restaurant, a hand resting in the hollow of her back. He wanted a chance to spoil her, so they compromised on where they went for dates. Sometimes he’d hold her hand as they strolled through a park. Sometimes they went to expensive restaurants, like where they were now. The maître d’ led them to their private table, the low light casting a romantic glow over everything. Matteo helped her sit, pushing her chair in, before sitting himself.

She noticed Rocco had followed them in, sitting nearby without actually being in ear shot. It confused her that he was there on every date, like he and Matteo were joined at the hip.

Matteo ordered them drinks and hors d'oeuvres, before taking her hand and holding it on top of the table.

“Why is Rocco always on a date with us?” she asked.

“Because he’s my bodyguard,” he replied. “I’m a wealthy man, so he’s there to watch out for me. Well, for us, now.”

“I don’t need a bodyguard. And besides, I feel bad he’s all alone.”

“Don’t worry about Rocco. He’s fine.”

She glanced at the table he sat at and he waved at her. She waved back.

Once the appetizers were finished, Matteo ordered a steak with garlic mashed potatoes and she ordered Atlantic salmon with dill sauce. As they ate and talked, a shadow interrupted their evening and they both looked up as a man stopped in front of their table.

“Father,” Matteo said, immediately standing.

Macy looked from him to the stranger and stood as well, unsure of the vibe between the two men.

“I’ve left you several messages, which you’ve ignored.”

Matteo glanced at her, but she couldn’t interpret the look in his eyes. Was he apologizing? If so, for what?

“Father, this is Macy Moore,” he said stiffly. “Macy, my father, Pietro Roman.”

One of Pietro’s eyebrows rose, and as if he found her lacking, turned away without acknowledging her. “I expect you to return my calls, Matteo.”

“Fine,” he growled.

“Don’t forget our meeting in the morning.”

Anger flashed over Matteo’s face. “Aren’t you going to say hello to Macy?”

“Hello, Macy,” his father said without looking at her.

There was something off about their relationship, but Macy couldn’t figure out what. They acted like they were virtual strangers. It was a little off putting.

“I won’t take up any more of your time,” Pietro said. “Don’t forget the meeting.”

The look he shot her was cold disdain. It threw her off, because surely, she had read that look wrong. What had she ever done to him?

“I’m so sorry,” Matteo said once Pietro was gone. “He can be a bit overbearing.”

“Did he not like me?”

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