Page 43 of Innocent Intentions

I turn scarlet.

I cut off my next moan midway, trying to act normal.

Matty exhales sharply, shaking his head.

But his eyes stay dark.

Chapter 16

Matthias

I’ve never been jealous ofpastabefore.

I’ve never wanted tobepasta before.

But here I am. Losing my goddamn mind.

Margot makes the most obscene, sinful, wreck-me noises while eating her damn dinner. Moaning. Sighing. Like she’s being fucked senseless, not eating eggplant parmesan. My cock is so damn hard, I could split a two-by-four.

If this is how she reacts to food, I’m going to make sure she never eats another meal without me. It’s sweet torture. Hearing those noises of pleasure, but not to being the one to cause them.

And then she licks her lip, and I almost come in my pants.That’s my lip to lick. I should be cleaning the sauce from her mouth. I should be the one making her moan like that.

Was she sent to this earth to drive me insane?

I see the moment it clicks for her; what she’s doing to me. And unlike the women that normally surround me, who would use this to seduce me, she stills. She turns bright red, mortified. It’s adorable. Her flushed cheeks, the rosy tint creeping downher neck. I want to see how far down that blush extends. But what gets me the most? The way she ducks her head. She’s not doing this on purpose. She’s not trying to seduce me.

And yet, she is.

Despite her embarrassment, I can see a flicker of something else. Excitement. She likes the effect she has on me. If I were a betting man, I’d put money on some of that flush being from arousal. She’s enjoying this. Even if she won’t admit it.

Two can play this game.

I keep eating with my right hand and place my left on her thigh just above her knee.

The contact electrifies me. Even through the barrier of her sweatpants, her warmth seeps into my palm, shooting straight to my dick.

Margot nearly falls out of her chair.

I grip her leg tighter, steadying her. I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “Careful, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

Her breath hitches.

She’s reacting to me. To my presence. To my touch.

I sit back and motion to her plate. “Sweetheart, keep eating. Your food’s going to get cold, and Dotty made it just for you.” I pause. “If I have to tell you again, you’re getting punished.”

She gasps.

Her thighs clench.

Interesting.

My sweet girl might not be as innocent as she pretends.

I let her get back into the rhythm of eating before I inch my hand higher.

She freezes.

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