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Chastity’s beauty was different, I realized. Classic. Honest. Timeless.

Even though she was tiny, there was a softness to her body that might have been out of fashion at the moment but was impossible to resist. All I wanted was to slip myself right back inside her.

But that wasn’t the best idea.

Even in my lust-addled state, I could tell that one simple orgasm had shaken her to her core. Pushing her any further right now would only overwhelm her.

No, it would be better to wait, to give her some time to recover. To rest and come to terms with her new situation.

Besides, we had plenty of time.

Two whole weeks.

I’d never spent that much time alone with one woman. The most I’d ever managed was a few days before my interest started to wane.

But somehow, I didn’t fear that would happen with Chastity. There was too much to show her. So many pleasures to introduce her to. More than could be fit into fourteen days.

And now that she knew what her body was capable of, she’d relax and become more open to the erotic possibilities. I was certain of it.

But first, she needed to rest.

And come to think of it, so did I. Just for a couple of hours at least.

So, with aching balls, I pulled back the sheets and slipped us both underneath them. I didn’t even bother taking off my pants.

Somehow, I knew being naked next to Chastity was a temptation I wouldn’t be able to resist.

But, as I’d told her father earlier—I was a patient man.

Averypatient man.

Chapter Nine

MATTEO

“ChastityfuckingCosta!”

I’d barely stepped through the kitchen door before my twin brother Gabriel started shouting.

It was obvious he’d been waiting for me. Not only did he usually eat breakfast hours earlier, but he always sat facing the stove. Not today, though.

Today, he was seated fully facing the door, and in front of him sat a half-eaten vegetable frittata that looked like it hadn’t been touched in hours.

“Good morning to you too, brother,” I shot back facetiously. “I’m guessing you’ve been talking to our housekeeper.”

Gabriel didn’t look amused. Not surprising—he rarely did. Our family wasn’t known for its sense of humor.

Quite the opposite, really.

“Tell me this was your sick idea of a joke,” he demanded. “That you picked up some chick in a nun costume off the street and told Letizia the wrong name just to give me a heart attack.”

I could only shake my head as I headed toward the fridge. “No, it’s her.”

“Then you must have lost your goddamn mind,” he “I can’t think of any other reason my usually level-headed younger brother would bring the only daughter of our family’s biggest rival home as a one-night stand.”

Well, there was one thing he had wrong.

“It’s not a one-night stand,” I said calmly as I pulled the glass pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice out and brought it over to the seat across from Gabriel. “She’s going to be staying with us for a while. Two weeks, to be exact.”

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