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“Mhmm.” I wait for him to continue.
“Are you a virgin?”
My cheeks heat up. How would he know that? Surely, he can’t tell by just fingering me? Can he? Oh my god…
“Answer the question, Matilda.” Antonio kisses the inside of my thigh while his eyes remain connected with mine.
I nod my head, and embarrassment hits me in waves. Only to intensify when he drops his hand like I’ve burned him and pulls away so fast he almost falls back on his butt. Anyone else would think I just told the guy I had an STD.
“Fuck.” He curses under his breath while his eyes flick around the room. “Fuck,” he repeats before he finally looks up at me. “This isn’t happening here.” He glares in my direction, and my heart drops.
Of course he doesn’t want a virgin. He wants someone with experience. I should have lied. Once he broke my hymen, it’d be too late. And, technically, if he asked again, it wouldn’t be a lie. Because I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.
Antonio pushes to his feet. Then I watch as he walks over to his desk, grabbing at his cock as he goes. He picks up his wallet and keys before he pulls his phone out of his pocket. I should get up and leave. Whatever this was, it’s fizzled out. He doesn’t want me. I stand and straighten my clothes. Covering myself while trying to smooth away some of my shame.
“Emillio, I’m heading home,” Antonio says into the phone, without taking his eyes off me. “Something came up.” He ends the call and quickly pockets his phone again. He takes sure, steady steps towards me.
Why haven’t I walked out that door yet? My feet are frozen in place.
“Let’s go.” He holds out a hand, waiting for me to decide if I’m following him.
I place my palm in his. “Where are we going?”
“My place,” he says. “You deserve a lot better than being taken on a fucking sofa, Matilda.” Then he guides me out of the office.
Okay then, I guess this is happening after all.
I wait until I’m settled into the passenger seat of Antonio’s car before I send Kinsley and Rosa a text.
Me:
Going home. Will call tomorrow.
I don’t bother reading their responses as I drop my phone back into my bag. Antonio’s hand lands on my leg, his fingers drawing small circles across my bare skin as I try to prepare myself for whatever happens next.
Chapter Eight
With Tilly’s hand gripped in mine, I walk her through my house. Straight to my bedroom. Each step feels heavier. The weight of what I’m doing is not lost on me. I glance over my shoulder and she smiles. Fucking smiles.
She’s too innocent to be following me into my bedroom. Way too fucking innocent.
I quickly close the door behind us, turn, and look at her. Really look at her. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. Probably longer than I should have, to be honest. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine it happening, though.
“You know you don’t have to do this. We probably shouldn’t be doing this.” I let go of her hand, even though that’s the last thing in the world I want to do right now. I have to give her the opportunity to end this.
Fuck, I should be the one ending this. She’s a fucking virgin.
“Do you not want me?” she asks, her voice quiet and her head dropped.
I reach out a hand and tilt her chin upwards until her eyes meet mine again. “I’ve wanted you for so damn long, ragazza. There isn’t a question about that. But I need you to be sure. I don’t want you waking up with regrets in the morning,” I tell her.
“You have?” Tilly’s eyebrows draw down in confusion, and then her expression morphs into something else entirely. Something I recognize. Lust. “I want this, Antonio. I want it to be you.” She lifts an arm and uses the collar of my shirt to tug me closer.
“Fuck it,” I hiss out before slamming my lips on hers. My hands wrap around her waist and I slowly walk her backwards, leading us to my bed. I need to slow down. I know that. She’s never done this before, but this insatiable need within me wants me to slam my cock into her pussy and claim her as mine.
I wonder if she knows… if she’s aware of the fact that if we do this, the chances of me letting her go are slim to fucking none. I’ve tasted her now, and she’s a flavor I want on my tongue every day.
My legs hit the edge of the bed and I spin around, gently pushing her down. Her back lands on the mattress and the way she looks up at me, like I’ve hung the fucking moon again, is fucking dangerous. It’s a look a man like me has no business being on the receiving end of. My fingers dig into the edge of her skirt and I tug it off, along with her panties. Tilly removes her top without needing to be told, and I smile down at her.
