“How bold you’re being this evening, Mrs. Campari. Checking me out, plying me with food. Braving the lion in his den, so to speak.”

I lifted one shoulder, not saying anything.

He chewed another mouthful, wiping his lips with his napkin. “Walking into my office, telling my men to go eat dinner that you prepared for them. Without even asking my permission to speak to them. Then demanding I eat. Very brazen of you.” He quirked his eyebrow, letting me know he was in no way angry. “Very shocking.”

“You’re my husband. It is my job to look after you. No matter how hard you resist.”

He shook his head. “I have no desire to resist.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine. “I am, in fact, delighted by your show of bravery.”

“Oh?”

He kissed me again, this time with more force. “I am rather turned on by this side of you, my Evie.”

“Oh,” I repeated.

He glanced at the tray. “Did you bring dessert?”

“No. The tray was too full.”

He pursed his lips and nodded sagely. “Well then, I suppose I will have to improvise.” His eyes darkened as he studied me. “Eat your dinner. You’ll need your energy for what I have in mind for after.”

“After?” I whispered, suddenly no longer hungry.

“I have a craving for dessert. One only you can ease.”

“Your team?” I breathed out, desire coursing through me at his veiled words.

“Will not return until I tell them to.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to my throat. “I believe I will let them enjoy a long”—kiss—“leisurely”—kiss—“meal.”

He sat back, a wicked grin on his face. “I know I intend to.”

I began to place my bowl on the table, but he stopped me with a smile. “Eat. Trust me, you’ll need it.”

He rose and went to a bar in the corner. He poured some brandy into a snifter and walked toward me, swirling the contents in the glass as he watched me. I finished my bowl, setting it on the table. Silently, he offered me the tumbler, and I sipped the decadent liquor, then handed him back the glass. He drank the rest and sank to his knees in front of me. He tugged on his tie, pulling it over his head.

“I think we should try something different.”

My heartbeat skyrocketed. “Okay.”

“Do you trust me?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Close your eyes.”

I did as he requested, then felt him slip his tie over my eyes, tightening the silky fabric to my head. He pressed his mouth to mine. “How you please me, Evie,” he murmured against my lips.

I whimpered as he slipped his fingers down the front of my blouse, unhurriedly unbuttoning the fabric. “I love undressing you. It’s like unwrapping a precious gift.” He tugged it open, tracing the lace of my camisole with his finger and making me shiver. “I never know what I will find.”

He had confessed his love of lingerie while we were on our honeymoon. When we returned, I had spent a small fortune on wispy scraps of lace he loved to pull from my body. I had already replaced several pieces. Tonight, though, he tugged down the cups, pushing my breasts over the top. Locked in darkness, I cried out softly when his lips closed over my nipple, tugging hard.

“I love how responsive you are.”

He hooked his fingers into my waistband and removed my pants and lacy thong in one swift move. He clasped his hands on the tops of my thighs, spreading me wide. I whimpered as his hot breath drifted across my aching center.

“Dessert,” he murmured. “Evie-flavored honey dripping down my throat. My favorite.”

I moaned as his mouth covered my clit, sucking gently. He played and teased with his tongue, and my hand flew to his head, holding him close, the pleasure intense.

He slid his hands under my ass cheeks, pulling me up and close, flinging my legs over his shoulders. He buried his face between my thighs and began fucking me with his mouth. He used his tongue and teeth to tease and suck. Nip and lick. He slid his fingers inside, thrusting them deeply, taking me to the edge fast. Unable to see, all I could do was feel. How warm his mouth felt on me, how his tongue slid against my sensitive core, the way his fingers curled inside me. He growled low in his throat, the vibration adding another sensation to my already overloaded nerves. He slipped his thumb into my ass, making me gasp and keen even more at the unexpected penetration.

I exploded, clamping my hand over my mouth to stifle my screams. Before I had a chance to recover, Matteo yanked me forward and buried himself inside me. It sent me back over the edge, and in only a few strokes, he followed. His ragged breaths were loud in my ear.

“What you do to me, Evie. Only you.”

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