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as he pushed down until their hips crashed together. There had been more of his thick, long, length left than she’d thought, and her body wasn’t ready.

So it protested by flooding her body with pleasure, and Claire climaxed around him with hard shudders, nails digging into his back as she came for the third time.

Pietro’s growl rumbled out through her body as he thrust into her again and again, not giving her pause. She cried out, but her body had a mind of its own, and her words were nothing but begging him for more, even as she wondered how much more she could take.

She was determined to find out, however, because it felt so damn good. Not just the physical presence of Pietro within her, but the moment itself, the twining of their two bodies together, it screamed right to her, and she didn’t want it to end.

Taking his head, which he’d buried into her neck, Claire pulled it up, wanting to look in his eyes once more. She looked for that same presence she’d seen earlier, but it was gone.

No, not gone. Just merged. I’m seeing the whole Pietro now, the true man.

She liked what she saw.

Evidently Pietro did as well, because she felt him swell inside her, pushing Claire to her limits. She cried out, maintaining eye contact as he thrust hard. Again.

And again.

A low rumble slowly grew in volume to overwhelm her cries as Pietro could hold back no longer. He trembled and shook, her name ripping from his throat as he climaxed.

Claire wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight as he jerked and warmth rushed deep inside her with every further thrust. She whimpered in pleasure, enjoying the sensation, but also the face of pleasure on Pietro as he came. It was important to her that he enjoyed himself as well, not just her.

And as he shivered one last time and slumped down on top of her, Claire felt confident that he had.

There was no denying the pleased battering sensations of her own body either. This had been fun.

So what happens now?

Chapter Twenty

Claire

As it turned out, Claire never did find out where things stood between them.

Pietro kept her rather distracted for the rest of the night, turning her mind away from more than just her questions on what was going on between the two of them. He also ensured that her brain did not have time, or energy, to stress over everything else going on in her life.

That’s not to say he didn’t keep her focused on anything, but it certainly wasn’t stressful. Draining, perhaps, though likely more so for him than her.

Once they awoke late the next morning—nearly noon—she’d expected things to calm down. A long soaking bath, mutual shower time, and an afternoon nap later, and she was quickly learning that Pietro wasn’t going to slow down any time soon.

I’m the one reaping the rewards of that, though, she thought to herself, finishing off the last of her early supper with a sigh.

“Thank you again,” she said as Pietro collected her plate and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

“You are most welcome,” he said with a smile.

She thought about bringing up her questions now. Of telling him that he shouldn’t get any long-term ideas about whatever might or might not be going on between them now that they had slept together.

After all, she was still going to go to jail. That was a simple inevitability. They were just waiting on her sentencing really, nothing more. The last thing that she needed to do was carry emotional baggage inside with her.

Yet I can’t control emotions, now can I?

Claire pushed that thought aside. This wasn’t about her. This was about Pietro and what she wanted to ensure he did not do. Which was develop feelings for her.

“By the way,” Pietro said, looking up and over the counter at her, resting both his hands upon it. “I hope you won’t hate me.”

Her eyebrows went up. “Hate you? Why would I do that? Did you do something?”

Pietro grimaced, but he was interrupted by a gentle knock on the front door. It was soft. Feminine, no doubt about it. Not the solid thumping of a male, but more the polite yet non-hesitant knock of a woman.

Whoever it was expected there to be someone else on the other side. Thus they had no need to hammer away at it.

Claire looked over her shoulder suspiciously.

“Who’s at the door?” she asked, strangely confident that Pietro knew exactly who it