Page 199 of Innocent Intentions

He groans, and I clench around him. The groan turns into a growl.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he rasps. “Coming out here with no bra. Did you plan this? Did you plan to be a little slut for me? To strip in our yard and beg for my cock?”

I moan in answer, resting my head back against the bricks.

“Look at me.”

I obey instantly. He smirks, loving it.

He unbuttons his shirt, finally shredding a layer. I blush at being naked while he’s fully dressed.

He pulls his shirt off and wraps it around me, then takes my weight from the wall, and cradles me.

“Let’s go, spitfire. I have two weeks to make up for.”

Epilogue I

Margot

I wake up to the smell of coffee, and the sexiest man on earth bringing it to me. My smile breaks out.

“Morning, sweetheart. I brought you coffee,” he says, voice still rough with sleep.

“Thanks, Matty,” I murmur, sitting up.

He hands me the mug, and I melt into the warmth. One sip, and I sigh. Perfect. Like always.

“After you finish drinking, get ready. We have plans,” he says excitedly.

I set the cup down slowly. “I will kill you.”

His smile falters. “What?”

“Matthias Vincent Montclair. I’m not fucking around. If we have somewhere to be today and you’re only just telling–”

His shoulders drop in relief. “No, no. It’s not like that. It’s just the two of us. I swear.”

I narrow my eyes, but the anger’s already fading. “Okay… what are we doing?”

“Just breakfast on the terrace. I wanted to get you up before it starts raining.”

“What should I wear?”

“Whatever you’d like.”

I roll my eyes. “Ugh. That’s not helpful. You’re back on thin ice, mister!”

He just winks and walks out of the room like he didn’t give me whiplash. I grumble, but my feet are already moving. I reach for the blue dress I know he loves.

***

We start the morning off with breakfast on the terrace. Then we take Benny out to play, and after that… well, a shared shower ends with me screaming his name so loudly, the guards outside probably heard.

Now, we’re in the dining room. I sit beside him at his head of the table. Dotty walks in and places plates of eggplant parmesan in front of us.

Something shifts.

Once she’s gone, I turn to Matty slowly.

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