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The marble slab of the floor is polished and clean, so there’s that.

I stop abruptly when we get to our room and swipe the card across the scanner. I hold the door open and Sophie steps inside the room, staring at the bed.

“Um,” she tucks her hair behind her ear. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sophie. We are adults. We can share a bed.”

And when we do, I have every intention of being inside her.

Chapter Sixteen

Sophie

Getting ready for the gala wasn’t easy in this room. Matias left to give me space with the hairdresser and makeup artist he hired.

“You’re a very lucky woman.” The French accent is heavy from the man who is applying blush to my cheeks. “Mr. Milazzo—or his family—have a reputation. They do not keep just any woman around.”

I was going to downplay it and just say I was the nanny, but I didn’t want to embarrass Matias. What if they thought it was sad the famous mafia leader had to bring the nanny because he couldn’t find a date? Well, he could have found a date, but that’s what the journalists would run with if they caught wind of it.

I eye the bed again, my body flushing with a fever when I remember the last bed I was in with Matias. Any flat surface near Matias is in danger of being completely wrecked.

“All done. Do you need help putting on your dress?” he asks, looking at me up and down. “You are beautiful. Perfection. You look beautiful. Okay, I need to go. Have fun tonight. Do everything I would do. Bye!” He drawls out his farewell, kisses my cheek, and sways his hips as he leaves with his suitcase.

The hairdresser doesn’t give me a second glance as she exits the room, leaving me alone at last.

I don’t bother looking in the mirror. I go to the closet and unzip the garment bag, revealing a deep emerald green dress made to hug my curves. It’s strapless with a neckline that flares, similar to seashells. The material is tight as I tug it on, forgoing panties because there is no freaking room in this damn thing for underwear. I’d be freaking out about the strapless dress showing my arms if I didn’t have silky black elbow-length gloves to pair with it.

I slip on the long diamond earrings Matias got me, along with a big emerald cut ring that fits onto my middle finger.

“Wow,” I gasp when I see myself in the long mirror hanging on the wall. I rub my hands down my body.

I’ve never seen myself look like this. I’ve never had the opportunity to dress up like this. My hair is up in an elegant twist with deliberate pieces framing my face in a loose wave. My lips are stained a bright red and my makeup is classic, a simple black wing as eyeliner with a light shimmer on the lid. My cheeks are a dusty pink, with a golden highlight on the cheekbone.

I’ve never worn so much makeup. I feel…

I feel beautiful.

The door opens and by how the air charges, I know immediately it’s Matias. I turn to him, looking stunning in his black-on-black tux. His hair is styled perfectly, a bit messy and combed back at the same time. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. His eyes roam my body, taking their time as he checks me out.

He says nothing, just leans against the wall, rubbing his fingers across his lips as he takes me in.

Matias goes so long without saying something, I’m starting to think I don’t look as good as I thought.

“Is everything okay?” I whisper, taking a step closer.

“Is everything okay?” he repeats the question, straightening to full height.

My eyes land on his cock and I see it’s hard, tenting his expensive slacks.

“You tell me, Sweet Sophie. Do you think everything isokay?” he adjusts himself, grabbing the thick length that somehow finds a way to fit inside me.

“Oh.” The blush on my cheeks turns a shade deeper.

“Oh.” He stands in front of me, a growl of appreciation rumbling his chest as he traces my collarbone with his finger. “You look fucking incredible. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Jesus Christ, look at you.” He takes my hand and spins me. His free hand roams over my ass, then grabs my waist, tugging me to him until I feel his want for me pressing against my stomach.

“God, your curves in this dress.” His hands tighten on my hips as if she’s trying to control himself. “You are magnificent.” His lips come daringly close to mine.

“So are you. You look very handsome in your tux.” His hand slips up my leg when he finds the slit in the dress. I whimper when the light touch of his fingers teases my thigh. “So handsome.”

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