“Matteo, I can handle this, please,” whispered Amelia, unable to take in the torture any longer. She knew she couldn’t resist him for long. “I don’t want you to. Let me help you, Emilia.” His voice was hoarse, laden with desire and it made her heart race. She quickly rinsed the last pan and handed it to him. “Umm, can you put a shirt on?” Matteo placed the pan down, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Why? Does it affect you so much?” Amelia shook her head vigorously, her body taut with awareness. She could feel him close behind her, slowly grinding his growing arousal against her, making her blush. “No, not at all!” She gasped, but his arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled her flush against his bare body. “You can’t lie to me, Emilia. I know you want me as much as I want you.” His lips grazed the soft skin below her ear, slowly, provocatively, trailing to her chin. Another gasp escaped her lips when he whirled her around to face him, his eyes searching hers. “Look into my ey
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