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Dirty.

Raw.

“Scared,” he asked.

“Of you Boy Scout?” I finished the drink off, before raising the glass in the air and making eye contact with the bartender who gave a nod. “Never.”

“Good because I’m going to beat the thong off your ass cheeks,” he grinned.

“Jokes on you Matty…I’m not wearing any panties…”

He coughed and beer nearly spewed out of his mouth, but he managed to contain himself. I shook my head, clearing my mind like that old boyfriend had taught me years ago and focused on the game. I bent over lining up my cue with the white ball, knowing I could own the fuck out of Matteo in this game if I really wanted to.

Miss.

The thought came out of nowhere. Part of me wondered where it’d come from.

Let him love you,another thought whispered.

Shaking my head, I cleared my mind again only to look up and made eye contact with Matteo Zaccharra who had a shit eating grin on his face.

I was already good and fucked.

And we both knew it.

Chapter 23

Matteo

The kissing had started in the middle of the pool game. Rain had started losing but something told me she was letting me win.

Both parts of me literally couldn’t have given a shit in that moment.

Once we were outside of Bahama Rama…or was it, Mama?

Neither one of us had given a damn anymore.

Pushing her up against the building, I pressed the hardness of my dick against her soft belly.

“You’ve teased me for long enough,” I whispered to her as my hands roamed over her flesh.

Her hands immediately went to my jeans and started trying to undo them.

The sound of thunder rolling in had me sniffing the air. My Corsican flared to life just a bit because Rain’s arousal was in the air and so was the smell of an actual impending rain.

“Now,” she groaned pulling my head down to meet hers. “I want you, now.”

I wanted the world to fade away and leave the two of us alone. All I needed to do was pull my dick free, turn her around and take her against the wall of a bar in an alley that smelled like stale beer, grease and hints of something dead.

“And I want you Stizzy, but not here, not like this…”

She was about to protest when I pulled away and grabbed her hand. She let out a loud yelp of glee and we started for the sidewalk heading back to the hotel. Walking only lasted a few minutes as we sprinted, just a little drunk from the beers and the Amaretto Sours.

A few cars passed by, and I kept my head tucked because I still didn’t want to be seen. Rain finally started to pound down on us just as we hit the side entrance to the hotel.

I was hungry to touch her again and immediately pulled her into my arms the second we’d entered the stairwell door. The door slammed shut, echoing.

I searched her eyes and saw the lust there. Her breaths were coming out hard and fast and finally our mouths met again.

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