Page 160 of My Sweetest Temptation

I wanted to say no, to tell him how much I wanted this dinner to end so I could have him all to myself. Instead, I pretended to dab my mouth with a napkin, trying to hide the nervous sweat that had nothing to do with the warm room. Nico's presence always left me hot and bothered. Yet he seemed so unaffected, so in control.

He chuckled and whispered, "Nervous, angel?" His warm breath sent goosebumps down my neck, and I shivered.

Slowly, I turned to face him and felt the urge to run my finger along his chiseled jawline. His smile revealed deep dimples, tempting me to poke my pinky into one of them.

I took a long drink of water, trying to compose myself, but Nico knew me too well. "You're nervous," he stated with a chuckle, his eyes flicking to my red heels, which he knew I'd chosen just for him.

I cleared my throat, my face heating. "No, I'm not," I lied, setting my glass down.

Nico's eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned in closer, his voice hushed. “Yes, you are. I can tell by the way you keep tightening your legs and squirming in your seat like you're about to piss your pants.” His words sent a rush of heat through me, and I glared at him.

"When we get back home, those heels are the only thing you'll be wearing when I fuck you," Nico murmured, his eyes fixed on me.

I coughed as I struggled to breathe after a gulp of water went down the wrong way.

"Nice," I commented, shooting him a fleeting scowl. "So romantic."

He let out a deep chuckle. “I bet you're wet already, aren't you?” He leaned back with casual confidence as he took in my reaction.

"Wh-what?" I managed to stammer, even as my body betrayed me with a slight shift, making room for him to move closer.

Nico's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. He leaned back, feigning indifference, bringing his drink to his lips, all while his fingers gently caressed my most intimate place. I bit my lip, suppressing a moan as I felt his touch.

Nico grabbed his fork, twirled a few noodles, and put it in his mouth like he didn’t have his hand between my legs. No matter how inappropriate and wrong this was, I couldn’t seem to push his hand away. I didn’t want to, and he knew that because he slipped his fingers inside me.

Oh. God!

Nico's breathing quickened, his thumb finding my most sensitive spot, teasing me and driving me wild. My eyes shut while I squeezed the glass in my hand as his thumb did the dirty dance with my clit, making me wetter as the pleasure intensified.

In and out.

In and out, his thumb moved in a steady rhythm, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

Suddenly, he pinched the outer lips, making me wince.

"Are you okay, Winter?" Mya said, breaking through my haze of pleasure.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, my voice a little unsteady, and shot a subtle glance at Nico, hoping he'd back off. I tried to breathe normally so I wouldn’t give away that Nico was trying to unleash an orgasm from me.

“Oh, shit! You’ve gone and done it, Alessandro. You went and poisoned Winter.” Matteo laughed as he stuck his fork into a meatball and put it in his mouth.

“Matteo,” Emillia, Alessandro’s wife, chided, giving him a playful smack on his arm before turning to me. “It's not the food, right?” she questioned.

“Oh, God, no.” It came out like a moan while Nico worked his fingers.

Nico laughed lightly. He took a casual bite of his garlic bread and picked up the pace, close to bringing me to the finish line. "Oh, it's definitely not the food."

Ugh! He casually said it like he didn’t have his fingers in my vagina in front of his family.

“You sure, Winter? You look a little flushed," Matteo said, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little warm in here.” I fanned myself with the napkin, giving him a small smile.

Matteo's eyes flicked between me and Nico, and then he abruptly threw his fork onto the plate. "Jesus," Matteo muttered, shaking his head in disgust.

Great. He knew.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Nico slowly remove his fingers and suck off my juices.

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