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"Your eyes are red." He reached toward my face.

I froze. Didn't even blink. His fingertips hovered inches from my cheek. I could feel the warmth from his palm heating my skin. My eyes went wet.

Every sound disappeared. I closed my eyes, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

"Darling—" Veronica's voice yanked me back to reality.

My eyes snapped open. Matvey's hand had already withdrawn.

"Help me with the zipper? I can't reach." Veronica poked her head from the fitting room, straps hanging off her shoulders.

"Hurry up." His tone was curt, but he still walked over and zipped her up with practiced ease. "I've got work."

Matvey's gaze didn't return to me, as if none of it had happened.

God knows what I'd been thinking. I thought his fingers would land at the corner of my eye, like in those moments that belonged only to us, and he'd wipe away my tears. I'd even tilted my face up, waiting for his touch.

But I'd been deluding myself. I tipped my head back, forcing the moisture back into my eyes.

"Ugh, this is so hard to choose." Veronica checked herself in the mirror, shaking out the skirt.

"Send all the dresses she tried to her apartment." Matvey crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on Veronica.

The staff immediately sprang into action.

Veronica's hand curled around Matvey's forearm.

"Oh, right," she said suddenly, as if remembering something. Her eyes shifted. "Let's bring Riley to next week's banquet too. Give her a taste of high society."

So Matvey was attending her family banquet with her? I knew this would happen, but I didn't think it'd come so fast.

Matvey's gaze swept over me.

"I—" I started to refuse, but Matvey cut me off.

"Whatever makes you happy." He said it to her.

My stomach cramped. He really loved Veronica. Whatever she asked, he seemed ready to give.

"Go back on your own. We still have things to do." Veronica tossed out the words and walked away on Matvey's arm.

Leaving me frozen in place.

Chapter Fourteen

Matvey

"Have several outfits made to these measurements. Send them over."

I shot off an email to Bergdorf Goodman's concierge service with her measurements and a deposit attached.

I was a regular there. Give them your specs, and they delivered. Their work was always solid.

I could already picture Riley in those outfits—full breasts and ass on display, that dip at her waist just begging for my arm to wrap around it. Her body was made for me.

I leaned back in my chair. My cock was rock hard and aching, already leaking. It wanted to be buried in Riley's tight, wet heat... and I knew it better than anyone. My hand drifted down, stroking myself a few times. But it was nothing compared to her. If I wasn't so fucking desperate, I'd save every drop for inside her. Anything else was a waste.

This whole week without seeing her, Riley haunted me. Those full tits and round ass kept getting me hard at the worst times.