Chapter 82

Matteo carefully unlocked the door to their apartment, stepping inside with a cautious glance around, searching for any sign of her presence. The quiet hum of the security system was the only sound, its persistent beep reminding him to disarm it. Without hesitation, he punched in his code, silencing the alarm, then secured the locks firmly for the night. Setting his belongings down on the small table by the entrance, he moved toward the bedroom, anticipation building with every step.

Throughout the drive home, Matteo’s mind had been filled with vivid images of how he might find her. Would she still be wrapped in that soft robe? Maybe she’d changed into something more playful—a delicate teddy, a barely-there thong, or perhaps a teasing lace ensemble that left little to the imagination? But as he entered the bedroom, the sight before him stopped him cold.

There she was, stretched out across his bed in a languid, seductive pose. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and steady, completely at peace. And she was utterly naked. Matteo’s breath caught as he stood frozen in the doorway, drinking in the breathtaking view. Quietly, he began to shed his clothes, careful not to disturb her slumber. His suit jacket was the first to go, tossed onto the armchair near his closet. He loosened his tie and let it fall beside the jacket, then unbuckled his belt, slid off his pants, and finally removed his socks. All the while, his gaze remained locked on her serene form, afraid to blink and lose this perfect moment to a mere illusion.

Only after unbuttoning his shirt did he move forward, peeling it off and letting it fall in a soft heap on the floor before pulling his undershirt over his head. Grateful for the softness of the mattress, he lowered himself onto his hands, careful not to shift the bed and wake her. Slowly, he crawled toward her, trailing his hand along the smooth line of her leg. Gen inhaled deeply, a slow breath that caused her to shift slightly in sleep. A faint smile curved her lips, and a soft moan escaped as his lips brushed over her flat stomach.

Settling onto his own stomach, Matteo gently positioned her legs over his shoulders. His eyes remained fixed on her peaceful face as he lowered his mouth to the place where desire and tenderness met. He wasted no time, running his flattened tongue in one long, deliberate stroke over her most intimate spot. Genevieve responded with a low moan, her body arching upward instinctively. Matteo repeated the motion, then took her clitoris between his teeth, biting gently. Her body tensed, her back arching off the bed as if an electric current had surged through her spine.

There was no letting up from Matteo. As her eyes snapped open, he focused intently on his task. His hands gripped her thighs firmly as she began to writhe above him, fingers tangling in his hair. His mouth alternated between licking, nipping, and sucking her most sensitive places, and the scent of the soap he’d bought for her—sweet cherry and vanilla—mingled with her natural taste. A low groan escaped him as her wetness overwhelmed his senses.

“Matteo,” she whispered softly above him.