Chapter Ninety-Nine

Matteo’s reply left Gen momentarily baffled. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion, and her lips pressed tightly as she tried to unravel the meaning behind his words. After a brief pause, she decided to just roll her eyes instead of pretending to understand.

“I guess I’ll have to go shopping then. There must be some kind of dress code,” she muttered, half amused, half resigned.

With a casual push off the wall, Matteo grabbed her hand and tugged her toward their bedroom. “That’s just the second part of your punishment. I’m going to pick out something for you.”

“Oh no,” Gen groaned, trailing behind him. “You mean I won’t have to spend hours standing still while Jada uses me like a life-sized Barbie doll?” She caught his raised eyebrow and quickly added, “I’m kidding! But seriously, this punishment sounds awful.”

Matteo chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, there’s a third part too. Just to drive the point home.”

“And that is…?” she prompted, curiosity piqued.

He gave her a wink. “That’s a secret for now.”

Gen rolled her eyes again, exasperated. “I thought you said there were only three parts to this punishment.”

“You love surprises,” Matteo reminded her with a sly grin.

Grumbling, Gen flopped onto the bed and burrowed beneath the covers, clearly not thrilled but too tired to argue.

“By the way,” Matteo said, voice dropping a little, “don’t think I didn’t catch what you said about letting Louis—the gambling addict—run your club.”

“What about it?” she asked, puzzled.

Peeking out from under the blankets, she fixed him with a sharp glare. “Remember when you first showed up at my accounting firm in Boston and refused to let Lauren handle your case because her dad was an addict?”

Matteo smirked, trying to rile her up. “Who the hell is Lauren?”

Gen rolled her eyes once more. “You know exactly who she is—the pretty blonde Harvard grad you refused to work with because of her dad.”

“Oh, that?” He shrugged casually. “I lied. Her dad isn’t a gambling addict.”

Gen’s mouth fell open in shock, which only made Matteo’s smirk deepen. “You what? Matteo, I gave her like twenty pamphlets and time off to help her with her dad!”

Matteo laughed loudly, walking over to the bed. “That’s adorable, Weakness. But honestly, I didn’t even look into those women you suggested. I had one goal that day.” Leaning in close, so their breaths mingled, he whispered, “I wanted to fuck the hot boss.”

Gen rolled her eyes again. “Well, you got what you wanted. Congrats.”

“Thanks,” he said, standing tall with a broad grin and a teasing wink.

Matteo headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came back out, Gen was sitting up, clearly annoyed. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and her fingers gripped the comforter tightly.

“These walls are paper-thin!” she hissed under her breath.

***

3:40 p.m.

Matteo glanced up at the wall above their headboard just as muffled sounds of passionate, rough lovemaking seeped through the thin barrier. He smiled quietly.

“Sounds like they’ve made up,” he remarked.

Gen groaned loudly, pressing her hands over her ears. “I do not want to hear my sister having sex! This is so disgusting!” she whispered harshly.

Matteo laughed softly as he circled the bed, pulling off the comforter and two pillows. The comforter trailed behind him as he walked out of the room. Unable to resist, Gen followed him down the hallway and into the living room. He tossed the pillows onto the couch—one she remembered he’d spent countless nights on—and spread the comforter out on the floor.

“Lie down,” he instructed, gesturing to the makeshift setup.

Gen narrowed her eyes suspiciously but obeyed, sinking onto the comforter. Moments later, Matteo returned with a pair of noise-canceling headphones. She sat up, facing him across the couch’s open end. He carefully placed the headphones over her head, adjusting the fit, then grinned proudly.

She looked utterly adorable with the oversized headphones resting on her ears, her cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment over what she’d overheard. Gen quickly pulled the headphones off, earning a disapproving scowl from Matteo.

“How long have you been doing this?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with realization that this was a routine for him.

He smirked. “Hmm. When did you move in?”

“Matteo…” she started, but he cut her off with a shrug, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“It was the only way to keep from breaking down your door,” he admitted. “You have no idea what you did to me those nights, Weakness.” His eyes darkened with desire as he bit his bottom lip. “Imagining what you were doing to yourself…”

“I was thinking of you,” she confessed, though he already knew.

“Were you?” he murmured, voice low and thick with longing.

She nodded, cheeks burning.

“Show me,” he whispered, his tone heavy with need.

“What? No, I could never…” she stammered, pulling back, face aflame.

Before she could retreat further, Matteo caught her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the couch. Supporting himself on his palms, he dipped his head down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. His right hand slid beneath her tank top, his thumb grazing her nipple, making her moan softly.

“Mm, is that how you’d start, Weakness?” he teased, lips dancing gently over hers.

His hand cupped her breast, and she threw her head back, breaking their kiss with a sharp gasp. Closing her eyes, she began to suck on her fingers, making his cock twitch in his sweatpants. When she opened her eyes, Matteo caught a dangerous spark in them. She slid her hand beneath her tank top and took his in hers. For a moment, he thought she might push him away.

Instead, she brought his hand to her mouth and sucked on his middle and ring fingers. His lips parted, breath hitching at the sensation of her mouth enveloping his fingers. Then, slowly, she slid his wet fingers down her body, her moans growing louder. His gaze followed every movement, breath coming in shallow pants as she traced his fingers along the edge of her panties before guiding them beneath the fabric.

Matteo groaned at the warmth and slickness she offered, feeling her heat glide over his fingers as if they were extensions of her own body. He lifted his left hand, pulling her panties down to her ankles before setting his hand back on the couch to focus. Gen then guided his two fingers inside her, gasping at the intrusion.

“Fucking hell, Gen. Is this how you’d fuck yourself?” Matteo growled, his voice rough with need as she set the pace, his wrist her guide. The heat radiating from her was almost unbearable.

He curled his fingers, making her moan again. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, unwilling to miss a single moment. Gen pulled her tank top over her breasts, then placed his left hand over her bare skin. Matteo began massaging her breast, teasing her nipple with practiced fingers. Gen relinquished control, removing her hands and letting him take over.

He wasted no time. His fingers moved faster inside her, curling deeply, while his other hand explored her body, causing her to shiver. His head lowered, taking one nipple into his mouth as his right hand continued its steady rhythm.

“Matteo…” she breathed out, voice trembling.

He released her nipple with a groan. “That’s what I’d hear, Weakness. Your name whispered through these walls.” His fingers moved expertly inside her, then his thumb brushed her clit, making her jolt. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep quiet just to hear you? How many nights I stayed here on this couch, lying awake, praying to catch a soft moan through the walls?” He pressed his aching erection against her leg for emphasis.

“Oh, God, Matteo.”

Gen’s muscles clenched tightly around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her chest lifted off the couch, pressing her breasts against his face while he pushed deeper, chasing new depths inside her. Her pussy tightened in a fierce grip that made his cock throb painfully.

“Fuck, I can’t do this,” Matteo growled.

His left hand left her body briefly as he slid his pants down just enough to free his cock. He returned his hand to the couch, lining himself up with her entrance. Pulling his fingers free, he slid inside her with a groan, her walls still pulsing from her climax. Gen gasped sharply as he filled her, her core warm and swollen, embracing him tightly.

He threw his head back and began to move in rhythm with the pace his fingers had set. He knew he wouldn’t last long. Just a few thrusts later, he came inside her. Gen moaned in response, stretching her arms above her head and smiling with pure contentment.

Matteo stayed inside her, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“Exactly like that,” she whispered against his mouth.