Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

M atteo

Once Amy sets Layla down on the floor by the couch, Layla yanks her blanket off all on her own. She breaks into happy laughter at the sight of me.

My baby girl. God, I love her so damn much. "I told you to call me when you get here so I can carry Layla in for you."

"She doesn't weigh a ton. I can do it." Amy sighs.

I catch her close with an arm around her waist. "I'm aware you can carry her in. You can do any damn thing you want. I want to be able to lighten your load because I care about you."

My lips are a breath away from hers when Layla lets loose an ear-splitting shriek. Amy jumps away, or she tries, but my arm is firm around her. I sigh as I look down at my grinning daughter. She knows exactly what she's doing. "I'm sorry, mija . Since you didn't get enough attention, you're not letting Dad get his kiss, huh?"

Her laughter tells me I'm exactly right. I shake my head, pull Amy tight against me, and sneak a kiss. Letting her go, I focus on Ms. Layla, who is now clapping loudly.

Unplugging her from her car seat takes a minute. While I'm doing that Amy is unpacking our lunch.

I cuddle her close and give her kisses on her neck. "Did you have a good day with Doris? Hmm? Is she taking good care of my girl?"

Her eyes scrunch up with happiness, telling me Doris did good today.

We manage to eat with Layla stealing bites of spaghetti noodles from my spaghetti and meatballs. Amy picked up our lunch from the place where Rafe got our lunch. It's become a favorite for both of us.

It's adorable the way Layla fights sleep. Her eyes are closed while she opens her mouth for more noodles. Amy hands over her bottle and takes my food so I can feed Layla.

Layla manages to get a little more than half of her oatmeal-laced formula before she does the little hum around the nipple of the bottle. It's what she does right as she's falling asleep. I kiss her gently on her cheeks, forehead, and nose. She loves it and lets out soft chuckles before she finally gives up and allows sleep to overtake her.

Rocking her, I give it several minutes before I take the bottle away—if I do it too soon, she's awake again and cranky.

Once I'm sure she's completely out, I settle Layla back into her car seat. Ensuring her neck is up so she doesn't suffocate, I sigh as I sit back on the couch again.

"You're so smart," Amy whispers as a hand runs over my chest. "I'm a bad mom. It never even crossed my mind to have her neck up. I thought it was safe when…"

Pulling her into my lap, I catch her around the back of the neck and stop the words. "I saw it a dozen times in the ER. You have been a mom once for less than a full year. Stop putting yourself down. It makes me crazy."

Her sigh is from the bottom of her lungs. A finger comes up to trace over my lips. "I love you. Have I told you that today?"

I nod. "A few times, the first when I woke you with my cock. Which I sure as hell didn't deserve. Say it again at your own detriment. I'm trying to be professional at work and Layla is two feet away."

Almost two weeks after we first made love, and I'm still greedy and desperate for her on an almost hourly basis. My number one focus is to give her as many orgasms as I can before I enter her, in case I embarrass myself by coming only seconds later. Since my woman demanded I stay inside her long after we both came down from heaven, I was often able to begin slowly all over again—the better to seed her sweet pussy.

The hand on my chest runs down to squeeze my already half-hard cock and turns it to stone. "In all the time I've brought you lunch, we've had one knock on the door. Besides, we're parents. There will be times when our baby is going to be beside the bed in their bassinet and?—"

"And you love the idea of us getting caught." I'm proven right when her blush goes to the tips of her ears. Shifting my hand around to the front of her neck, I bring her lips a breath away from mine. "I'll never let it happen. No man will ever see your gorgeous body or hear you begging me to fuck you or even listen to those little whimpers that escape you while I work my cock inside your tight pussy."

Despite the fact that we're firmly in February, this is also Dallas. The chaotic weather is at almost sixty degrees today. Amy is wearing a long black velvet skirt with large red and pink roses on it and a silky black button-down top.

Offering her neck to me, she swings her leg over my lap the way she loves to do. She's moaning as she grinds down on me.

"I love you. I love even more when I fall asleep with your cock inside me. And I fucking adore you when you wake me up with your cock inside me. It's why I told you I love you. The feel of your cock is so hard and hot that you warm me up from the inside out. Fuck me, please. I'll be quiet—they won't hear me begging you to come inside me. When you fill me full of your come, I swear it sends me into another orgasm. Please fuck me. I'll be a good girl, I promise."

"You're being a very bad girl." I yank up the skirt and spank her ass without nearly the heat she deserves for turning me into a fiend who can't keep my hands off her even at work. "Begging me to fuck you and turning me into an animal for your pussy."

Her grin is triumphant as she leans back and rips off the blouse. I undo her bra and capture a hard nipple, sucking deep. Her arms wrap around my neck.

I nip at her delicate skin, not recognizing the utterly feral beast she turns me into every damn time. I'm fumbling with my pants, desperate to free my cock. Good girl that she is, she helps me and tugs her panties to the side. Once I'm out, she works to get me inside her.

She moans. "Suck harder, I love it so much."

Never able to deny her, I suck hard, and she shudders as she sinks down on me. Holding her in place, I fuck up into her until she's sobbing with her orgasm. Thank fucking god, I'm seconds behind her.

It's a long time before I can move, and it's only because she finally lets go of the grip her teeth have on my shoulder. We're both breathing heavily, yanking air into our lungs, starving for it.

"If you kill me, it will make it harder for you to get my money." I sigh.

The witch giggles. "Harder but not impossible."

I run my hand through her hair to pull her away from me. "True. I've shifted money and created trusts for Layla's education and you for whatever you need."

Shaking her head, she kisses my cheek. "I hate talking about if you're not here."

"It's only a just in case. While I do believe Rafe and Javier would ensure you're taken care of, it's not their responsibility—it's mine. Doing it made me feel better."

"Because you liked taking money out of your bank account." She sighs.

I consider her words. "You're right. I've never truly been comfortable with the money, no matter how many hours I worked in a day or kids I saved."

"Is that why the money went into my account today? Or did you forget about my salary being deposited?"

"There was no forgetting. You're going to be getting three times the amount once a month starting next month as your allowance to do with whatever you want." I run a finger over her breast. Damn, I got carried away.

Amy

It's not easy to focus on what he's saying as he runs his finger over my breast. Except the words don't make sense to me. "An allowance?"

"Yes, an allowance to do with as you want." He's watching me closely, trying to figure out if I'm upset.

I'm more confused than anything. "How am I getting you paying for everything and money? Or is that what I'll use to pay for my art supplies?"

"No, I pay for everything you want and need, like your art supplies and clothes. You get it so that it's always there for you." He shrugs. "If it was important enough for my mom to write into a prenup. Then it's important enough for you to have as well. There are also no guarantees in life. When money got tight, and shit hit the fan with my grandfather's company, it was my mom's money she saved and invested that paid for things. Like I said, my mom paid for my school, an apartment in New York City, and my house in Baltimore while I went to med school." Matteo explains.

Rich, rich. He's giving me money just for it to sit an account—just in case.

The phone on his desk rings, reminding us that I'm sitting on his cock, at work.

"Oh crap." I nearly trip trying to get off him. The jerk starts laughing way too loud. "Shh, Matteo." I'm terrified someone is coming through the door.

"I have a standing order not to knock on my door unless it's an emergency." Big hands lift me up and give me a minute to find my footing.

"How is it so late? How do you manage to make me lose so many hours?" I find my bra, get it back on, then go looking for my shirt.

"You're not so bad at that yourself." He's up and checks his phone. "I'm not answering that. They can wait."

I blush at the very large wet spot on his pants. "I'm sorry."

He glances down and shakes his head. "I love it—don't you dare apologize. I have clothes I can change into."

Opening the bottom drawer of his desk, he unrolls a pair of black pants and a black polo. "You have clothes at work?"

"Being a doctor is a messy occupation. If you don't bring your own change of clothes, you will wear scrubs home. I'm too old to wear scrubs home."

I watch with greedy eyes as he gets undressed and then very slowly gets dressed again. "Behave. I only have one change of clothes."

Catching him by his shirt, I bring his mouth to mine. "Spoilsport."

He chuckles and spanks my ass. "Tonight."

It's a promise. I can't wait.

Amy

I'm so freaking lucky. I sigh as I release the water from the bathtub. Matteo sent me in to take a nap almost an hour ago while he fed Layla and got her down for her nap.

This morning she woke me up too freaking early for a Saturday. I'd dressed her and fed us breakfast before he woke up. He was embarrassed, but I didn't mind. I liked letting him sleep as late as he needed. That didn't mean it was all right with Matteo. As far as he was concerned, he failed if I was the one to take care of him.

I hop in the shower to rinse off, then wrap myself in a robe.

Out of the bathroom, I find him on top of our bed. I smile wide to find him there. He shakes his head and laughs. "I'm so freaking lucky to have you."

I climb onto the bed beside him. "I was just thinking exactly the same."

A hand runs down from the neckline of the robe before spreading it wide as he cups a breast. "I should be letting you take your nap."

Lowing my lips to his, I shake my head. "I don't want you to."

"Hmm, if you say so." He reminds me of a lazy lion with the way muscle and sinew flex beneath the black t-shirt. "I'm not going to be able to deny you a single thing."

"In that case…" Those eyes of his widen with curiosity. I run a hand over his hard chest, dying to find out if the skin there tastes the same as the skin of his neck. "I want to learn your body the way you have mine."

His eyes go heavenward. "Do you have any idea what you're asking of me?"

"Please, Matteo, you just said you couldn't deny me anything."

I blink, and I'm on my back beneath him. How the hell does he do that? And will it ever not be hot?

Oh, his cock is pressing into my soft stomach. "I think about you and find it hard not to come. I'm not going to be able to lay here with your hands running over me and not embarrass myself."

Matteo makes me downright smug. This gorgeous, sexy man could barely contain himself over my body. "I never get to touch you?"

"Never is a long time." A shoulder comes up in a shrug. "Maybe after four kids and twenty years, I'll be able to last long enough for you to get your fill."

I'm laughing exactly the way he intended. A finger slides my hair away from my face. " Please let me taste your body with my tongue."

He bites off a curse before flopping down on the bed beside me. "Fine. But I warned you."

Hmm, now that I've gotten my way, I'm not exactly sure how to go about it. Seeing my hesitation, he sits up and takes off his shirt before lying back down. Oh, damn. I'm no better than a man. Because holy hell, is he stunning, and I'm drooling. I'll be more than happy when he grows a spare tire, but for now, the man is perfection on a scale I was not prepared for.

"I might come from the way you're looking at me." The words are a croak of sound.

"You're so very lickable," I mutter.

While the hair over his chest is thick, I can still see an old gothic-style castle tattoo over his heart. I trace the edges of the tattoo with a finger. His muscles flex and jump beneath my touch. I flick my eyes up to find his tightly closed.

Wow, his stomach muscles flex in time with his clenching jaw. The hair over his stomach is thinner. Intrigued, I run my fingers down over his muscles. I'm fascinated with his body because I swear it feels like beneath his skin is corrugated metal—not muscle and sinew. Every inch of him I touch shudders beneath my fingertips.

I barely manage to brush against the waistband of his sweats.

"I'll come in your hand." It's a warning gritted out between his clenched jaw.

Smug, I shake my head. "I have complete faith in your strength of will."

"You might, but I don't. I gave you your chance." A hand grips my wrist.

"Matteo, that was like two minutes." I plead.

"It's not my fault you didn't use your time wisely."

Deciding to take a page out of Layla's book, I stick my bottom lip out, make my eyes big, and plead. "Please."

His sigh is loud. "Fine, you'll get two more minutes as long as you climb on my face and let me eat you until the only thing holding you up is me."

"Two minutes is all?" I can't remember my own name once he begins eating me. I'll forget, and I swear he knows that.

"Three minutes, and that's all I'm willing to do. I don't negotiate with terrorists." He's stern.

I sigh and fight not to smile. I'm not going to point out that he did, in fact, negotiate or that I am positive I've won.

Letting go of my wrist. Big hands go around my middle to lift me over him. "Grab the headboard, mi amor , and hold on tight."

Oh, I clutch at the headboard. Even from beneath me, Matteo controls me—owns me. I'm so hot I'm burning up, and tearing off my robe provides no relief.

Matteo

I spank her ass and watch with satisfaction as a cheek shakes. "What have I told you about giving me all your weight? I want all of you every time."

She widens her legs and sinks further down as desperate fingers roll a tight nipple. "Matteo, I'm trying not to suffocate you. But I swear it's like you're trying to kill me, so it's only fair."

"I'd rather drown in the sweetest juice I've ever tasted than live without it," I assure her. Running my tongue over the pearl of her, I use the sweet juice running down my chin to send two fingers deep.

I'm a bastard for loving the blush sweep down her face to her breasts as I slide my thick middle finger between her ass cheeks. "Matteo?"

"Yes, my love?" I ask as I suckle deep on her clit. Her body isn't fighting me as I press my finger into her tightest hole, stopping once I've reached the knuckle. "You should see how beautiful your ass is spread for me. I'm so proud of what you can take. I can't wait until my cock owns this part of you."

A shiver racks her body. "I've never…"

"You will. The same way I made sure your pussy was ready, I'll make sure your ass is too. You'll come long and repeatedly from my cock in your ass the same way as you do from my cock in your tight pussy." It's a promise I intend to keep.

"Are you sure? You're so big." She gasps as I begin slowly pulling out my finger until I'm almost out before pushing back inside.

"I have to, mi amor . I have to own all of you the same way you own me."

"Oh, Matteo, it's different." She moans in time with my finger sliding out of her ass. A little gasp is cut off when I pull out to the very tip.

Sucking her clit, I begin fucking her ass slowly, almost out, before pushing back in faster than the time before. Her head goes back as she begins tugging and pinching her tight nipples. "I can take more. I think."

Yes, she can. She's already moving her ass to meet my finger. Relief floods me. I don't have to have anal, but I'm not going to lie and say I don't love it. Except she has to love it too. It doesn't matter how much I like it if she doesn't.

Watching my woman's orgasm build from the finger in her ass, and my tongue in her pussy means this woman is perfect for me in every way. I answer her little gasps with another finger.

"Yes, Matteo, oh yes." She whimpers.

I suck deep on her clit as I send two fingers up her tight pussy at the same time I fuck her ass.

"Oh, god. Oh god. Oh my fucking god."

"You love it, baby? Me filling your pussy and your ass. You do, don't you?" I taunt her.

"Yes, oh my god. Yes. More, Matteo."

I'm keeping her full. Fucking in both her ass and her pussy and swirling my tongue around her tight clit. Loving the way her whimpers flow over me as she begs me to fuck her.

Amy hits her climax with a cry so loud I worry she'll wake Layla. Her whole body goes limp. I roll her under me, holding her tight. God, she is so damn stunning. I love every inch of her delectable body. There's nothing better than her body pressed against mine. The way she softens to fit me—it's on another level completely.

She cuddles into me. "Matteo." She sing songs my name.

"Go to sleep," I mutter. "You need your rest."

Her giggle is fucking adorable. "Your cock is still hard and poking into me. There's no way I could sleep through that."

Another giggle floats up to me seconds before she grips my cock. Aw damn, two minutes isn't going to be easy—shit. I promised her three minutes. Why the hell did I agree to three minutes?

I almost jump out of my skin when her tongue teases the tip of my cock. Sonofabitch. Squeezing my eyes shut, I begin counting down. No fucking way am I going to be able to last three minutes. A moan comes out of her and slides down my spine sharper than a scalpel.

Nope, can't do it. I grasp her by her throat and pull her away.

"Hey!" She's outraged. "I still have at least a minute."

"Times up." I'm pretty sure it's not, but I'm going to come all over her without being inside her.

"I love your body, Matteo. Please let me have my minute. I'll suck your cock so well, I promise." I'm stunned at her determination as she opens her mouth and licks the side of my cock. "Hmm, yum."

Taking advantage of my shock, she licks all the way to the head of my cock. With each small lick, her soft little tongue is tearing my skin from my bones. She sucks the first few inches into her hot mouth.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm fighting not to come and losing. My brain is trying to work out if it's less embarrassing to come on the comforter or the side of the bed when she goes onto her knees beside me. I roll her under me.

Her gasp of surprise is swallowed by me as I plunge deep into her soaking-wet cunt. In the blink of an eye, she's fucking me back, begging for me to fill her with my come. Thank fuck she comes fast. I follow her right into paradise.

"Matteo, I'm going to get you back for not giving me my full three minutes." Amy sighs.

"We'll try again after four kids and twenty years," I promise her.

"I'm holding you to it." She warns me.

I get us both under the covers. She still needs a nap. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you. Now, take your nap."

A little hand runs along my bicep. "You know, I'm glad you have me seeing Hillary. Before seeing a therapist, I would have driven you and me both crazy, not really believing you meant it about taking care of me and Layla. Like you were just saying it to be nice, to make me love you more."

"I'm glad she's helping you, mi amor ."

"I was thinking about something Hillary said. How it wasn't good to have any one identity. What if something happens to you to lose your identity? It reminded me of how lost you seemed when you talked about you giving up on being an oncologist…"

"Before I met you and Layla, I think that would be a valid concern. Now, it's more important for me to ensure you and Layla are taken care of. I thought I was only doing good by seeing patients, the hands-on of doing it. With time, I've come to understand that I'm helping more people—not just patients by hiring more doctors and nurses and paying them well."

Her sigh is happy. "I'm glad. I worried you'd resent not working the way you used to."

"Not in the least. It's more important to me that you and Layla are taken care of than all the other stuff. There's only so much guilt a person can carry around for something I didn't have control over. I was born into a rich family. I've given away as much of my money as I could and done as much good as possible with it." I really am over it.

"Good," she sighs into my mouth.

And that's how we fall asleep. Perfect.