Page 79 of Matteo

“You’re being a very bad girl.” I yank up the skirt and spank her ass without nearly the heat she deserves for turning me into a fiend who can’t keep my hands off her even at work. “Begging me to fuck you and turning me into an animal for your pussy.”

Her grin is triumphant as she leans back and rips off the blouse. I undo her bra and capture a hard nipple, sucking deep. Her arms wrap around my neck.

I nip at her delicate skin, not recognizing the utterly feral beast she turns me into every damn time. I’m fumbling with my pants, desperate to free my cock. Good girl that she is, she helps me and tugs her panties to the side. Once I’m out, she works to get me inside her.

She moans. “Suck harder, I love it so much.”

Never able to deny her, I suck hard, and she shudders as she sinks down on me. Holding her in place, I fuck up into her until she’s sobbing with her orgasm. Thank fucking god, I’m seconds behind her.

It’s a long time before I can move, and it’s only because she finally lets go of the grip her teeth have on my shoulder. We’re both breathing heavily, yanking air into our lungs, starving for it.

“If you kill me, it will make it harder for you to get my money.” I sigh.

The witch giggles. “Harder but not impossible.”

I run my hand through her hair to pull her away from me. “True. I’ve shifted money and created trusts for Layla’s education and you for whatever you need.”

Shaking her head, she kisses my cheek. “I hate talking about if you’re not here.”

“It’s only a just in case. While I do believe Rafe and Javier would ensure you’re taken care of, it’s not their responsibility—it’s mine. Doing it made me feel better.”

“Because you liked taking money out of your bank account.” She sighs.

I consider her words. “You’re right. I’ve never truly been comfortable with the money, no matter how many hours I worked in a day or kids I saved.”

“Is that why the money went into my account today? Or did you forget about my salary being deposited?”

“There was no forgetting. You’re going to be getting three times the amount once a month starting next month as your allowance to do with whatever you want.” I run a finger over her breast. Damn, I got carried away.

Amy

It’s not easy to focus on what he’s saying as he runs his finger over my breast. Except the words don’t make sense to me. “An allowance?”

“Yes, an allowance to do with as you want.” He’s watching me closely, trying to figure out if I’m upset.

I’m more confused than anything. “How am I getting you paying for everything and money? Or is that what I’ll use to pay for my art supplies?”

“No, I pay for everything you want and need, like your art supplies and clothes. You get it so that it’s always there for you.” He shrugs. “If it was important enough for my mom to write into a prenup. Then it’s important enough for you to have as well. There are also no guarantees in life. When money got tight, and shit hit the fan with my grandfather’s company, it was my mom’s money she saved and invested that paid for things. Like I said, my mom paid for my school, an apartment in New York City, and my house in Baltimore while I went to med school.” Matteo explains.

Rich, rich. He’s giving me money just for it to sit an account—just in case.

The phone on his desk rings, reminding us that I’m sitting on his cock, at work.

“Oh crap.” I nearly trip trying to get off him. The jerk starts laughing way too loud. “Shh, Matteo.” I’m terrified someone is coming through the door.

“I have a standing order not to knock on my door unless it’s an emergency.” Big hands lift me up and give me a minute to find my footing.

“How is it so late? How do you manage to make me lose so many hours?” I find my bra, get it back on, then go looking for my shirt.

“You’re not so bad at that yourself.” He’s up and checks his phone. “I’m not answering that. They can wait.”

I blush at the very large wet spot on his pants. “I’m sorry.”

He glances down and shakes his head. “I love it—don’t you dare apologize. I have clothes I can change into.”

Opening the bottom drawer of his desk, he unrolls a pair of black pants and a black polo. “You have clothes at work?”

“Being a doctor is a messy occupation. If you don’t bring your own change of clothes, you will wear scrubs home. I’m too old to wear scrubs home.”

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