Page 78 of Matteo

“Answer the question,” I shook my head.

“Yes,” he said tightly causing me let out a giggle and earning me a look. “We sometimes place a wager.”

“So, let’s make a wager…”

“Okayyyy… what do I get if I win?”

Picking up the white ball, and walking over to his side of the table, I placed it back down. “If you win…and that’s a bigIF…I’ll let you get what you’ve been wanting since we met…and Boy Scout? You can have any HoleYou. Want.”

I began to line up my shot and I knew I had his attention then, as I sent the balls scattering in a blur.

Looking over my shoulder, I caught his gaze. “Any hole, huh?”

I shrugged. “I never pretended to be a virgin, you on the other hand.”

He growled. “I already told you I’m not a fucking…”

When he was a little worked up, it was easy to get under his skin. A laugh rolled out of me, and he sobered realizing what I was doing. He took his shot next, sinking the striped balls.

“If I win…”

“Before this goes further,” I playfully blinked my eyes. “I dated a guy who was a pro pool player.”

“Oh yeah?” Matteo came back over, leaning in dangerously close our lips nearly touching. “Where’s he live?”

“Why?”

“Oh no reason, I might just find him in his dreams and kill him in his sleep.”

I rolled my eyes. “Quit and focus.”

His tone sounded gruff as his jaw tightened, “I am focused and I’m not kidding. I just need a good enough picture of him in my head…I could do it…”

Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were sliding up the front of the jeans he was wearing, where his hard dick was waiting.

“Babe, win the game first,” I gave it a little squeeze getting a hot hiss.

“Fuck,wecould take you here and now…in front everyone here in this place.” I watched as he closed his eyes, his eyelashes dark and long nearly touching his cheek, enjoying my touch. Somewhere in the background a child started crying and I slowly moved my hand away.

“If I win Rain, I want you to let me…”

Moving away from him because his words had me ready to act on impulse and fuck him. That little addict inside of me had me wanting to ask around for a little coke. You know, to really let loose? I settled for alcohol and went back over to my drink. "Tell me…”

“If I win, you let me in,” he picked up his beer that had been balanced on another table behind.

“Huh?” I watched him take a deep long sip.

“If I win, you’ll let us into your mind, your heart and your body. You’ll let us love you, properly. The way a woman like you Rain Ellis-Allen should be loved.”

I nearly choked on my drink as I finished it.

Holy shit,I thought.

I didn’t want to make Matteo any real promises. I wasn’t the falling in love type. Men saw me for one thing, and it was usually sex. And I saw them the exact same way.

Sex.

Nasty.

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