Audrey’s pov
The air in the suite had grown heavy, thick with the scent of s*x and expensive cologne. As I lay on the sofa, basking in the aftermath, the silence started to creep back in. And with the silence came the image of the phone on the floor.
Matteo sat beside me, his forearms on his thighs. His hair was mussed. His shirt hung open, lacking a few buttons here and there. His breathing still hadn’t fully steadied. And every time his gaze slid toward me, it lingered for a second too long, like he couldn’t help himself.
I swallowed, my throat dry. “You came prepared,” I gestured to the foil wrapper lying on the floor.
His mouth curved in a small smile. “Mm. And there’s more where that came from.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re disgusting.”
He leaned back lazily and chuckled. “You di
