Page 26 of The Mobster's Nanny

Is it? I frown a little and look outside. Well, it’s just getting dark, not late—but I’m not going to argue with him. The deep needy part of my being is even stronger now, fueled by the heat of desire, and I don’t even want to think about going against Matteo.

We spend the ride to my apartment building talking about cooking, traffic, and Romeo. The conversation feels too light and silly for the thick tension filling the car, the one creeping under my skin and making me writhe in my seat. God, I can’t believe I’m so damn weak for Matteo, but I can’t think of anything else but to get even closer to him. To taste his lips on mine, to feel his hold on my waist, his hands going lower and—

I swallow and close my eyes for a moment to compose myself. Shit. Where’s my control now?

In just a few minutes, Matteo drives into the parking lot of my apartment building, and I hate to realize that it's time to say goodbye. I mean, Romeo is probably waiting for him, and…it was just our first date! I mean, we've known each other for almost a month now, but I can't just invite him to stay, right?

"Hey, do you, um, do you want to come in? I have a bottle of Italian wine—maybe you’ll be able to tell if it’s good," I say just a few seconds later, going against my own judgment. I glance at Matteo. Damn. He's gonna think I just want to have sex with him, huh?

But wait, what does it matter? As long as I get his trust, my plan will work perfectly—if only I could remember right now what the plan is in the first place. My mind is such a mess, but there's one thing I want for sure—and the only person who can satisfy my desire is right in front of me.

"Sure." Matteo smiles, but I can hear his voice going deeper, sending a wave of goosebumps down my arms. "I would love to."

And everything inside of me tightens in sweet anticipation.

"It's nothing special," I say with a chuckle, opening the door to my apartment. It's just a simple place with two rooms, a spacious kitchen, and a tiny balcony overlooking a lively street—definitely no competition to Matteo’s house.

“It’s lovely,” Matteo says in his usual calm and polite voice, following me to the kitchen. “When did you move here?”

“In the first year of art school. I didn’t want to stay in Mom’s house all alone, so I sold it and moved closer to the school.”

I try to keep my tone casual as I keep talking about the apartment, but it’s hard with my heart beating in my throat. I can feel the tension in the air, the promise of something bigger, and Matteo’s collected and almost indifferent demeanor only wires me up even more. Doesn’t he feel the same white-hot desire? Why isn’t he doing anything?

I bite my lip and turn away from him to reach for the wine glasses. “So do you want to start with wine?”

“No,” Matteo says, and all of a sudden I feel his presence behind me, his voice so low and close I can feel it with my whole being.

I feel his hands on my waist, guiding me to turn around, and I follow them without a second thought. Immediate fire spreads through my body, pushing away all other thoughts. I first look at him over my shoulder, but Matteo waits for me to turn around fully before his hand reaches for my chin. My hands grip the edge of the counter behind me for stability when Matteo raises my chin with clear intention.

Our eyes meet, and I see the darkness of his gaze, the deep desire responding to my own urge.Oh god.I lick my lips, looking at him as if under a spell, and Matteo smirks and strokes my bottom lip as if praising me for something.

“I want to start with this,” he murmurs, and I only have enough time to close my eyes before his lips find mine.

Oh, finally. A thrill of satisfaction runs through my body, and I can feel it yielding to Matteo’s pressure. My muscles relax from the wave of heat, my nails scrape the surface of the counter, and the desire to follow him fills me from the inside. He pushes me closer to the counter, pressing me against it, and I gasp at the feeling of being trapped and completely powerless in his hold.

He deepens the kiss, keeping my chin raised to make up for the height difference, and I grasp the sides of his open collar, pulling him closer. God, it feels so good. I hum into his lips, feeling him push against me and arching my back over the counter to feel his strong muscles and his erection even clearer.

“Why did you hold yourself back, baby?” Matteo whispers into my ear, lowering his hand down to my thigh, squeezing it with a sense of ownership. “Why didn’t you tell me how much you wanted me?”

“I—ah!” I choke on my breath when he slaps my thigh all of a sudden, and even though it’s not painful at all, it makes me feel punished. God, what a sweet feeling. “I wanted to, I just didn’t—I didn’t know how.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” Matteo smirks and presses a light kiss to my ear while his hand slides between my legs. “You just have to tell me you want to be my good girl.”

Oh god, why does that go straight to my belly?

I hum through closed lips, sliding my hand to grasp the shirt on Matteo’s back, and close my eyes, pushing my hand back. His lips find my neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses, while his fingers press deeper through my jeans. I hum again, this time pushing my thighs apart, and tremble all over when he starts rubbing me.

The layers of my jeans and panties don’t let me get the full sensation, but it only makes me crave him even more. I writhe against Matteo, whimpering and biting my lips, and he shushes me with a smirk, sliding his hand under my blouse. Oh, the sensation of his skin on mine sends a shiver up my back, and I shut my eyes tighter, squeezing his fingers between my legs.

“You like that, huh?” Matteo murmurs and I frantically nod. “Do you want more, baby?”

I nod again, feeling my body pulsate at the name.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Y-Yes, I am.”

“Good,” he says—and suddenly lets go of me and moves away. The movement leaves me leaning on the counter and trembling from the loss of his warmth. “Turn around.”

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