Sinful Infatuation

Sinful Infatuation: Chapter 5 Part2

Bowling alley--->

Same Night

Nicoletti Estate

Long Island, NY

11:20 pm

The helicopter touched down on Matteo’s helipad, which was nestled somewhere within walking distance of his estate. Matteo helped her out of the helicopter, guiding her to his house. As they walked she could hear the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, sending up a spray of ocean water. The scent was pungent and sharp. Maybe when it got to be a little warmer out, they could take a trip to the beach…Jourdain rolled her eyes. She was already planning out the future and the night wasn’t even over yet.

Matteo opened the front door, stepping aside so that she may enter first. Immediately she was confronted with the memories of when she had come down those steps for breakfast, amazed and pissed off. She smiled fondly.

“This way,” he guided, taking her down a long hallway. Jourdain’s face twisted in confusion, but she followed him. She knew for a fact that this was not the direction to his bedroom. She was curious as to where he was taking her. Her wandering eyes noted that they were walking by a state-of-the-art gym, spa and a whole host of other rooms that she couldn’t wait to explore. After walking for a few minutes, literally, he finally stopped in front of a door. He went in first, flicking on lights as he went. Jourdain looked at the room with wide eyes. “You have a bowling alley in your house?” Well of course he did. The room was decorated in white and a funky orange, which on paper would have sounded hideous but actually came together nicely. There were couches and lounge chairs spread alongside the two lanes. Matteo took off his jacket, placing it on one of the chairs and began rolling up his white sleeves. “I have many nieces and nephews, so when I designed the house, I decided to include this room so that they would be entertained. It doesn’t get used much.” Jourdain was barely listening to what he was saying as she stared at the tightly packed muscle shift under his shirt. Jourdain giggled, “Well, I’ve never bowled in a fancy dress and heels before. Matteo placed his hands in his pant pockets, slowly sauntering over to her. “So take them off,” he suggested casually. Jourdain looked at him, taken aback. “Take them off,” he repeated, “its just us here.” He kept his face carefully blank, but his eyes were saying another story. They were like liquid fire, with a gleam of sexual conquest. They were challenging her, as if doubting that she would do it. But that’s what she had come for, right? Not for limo rides, dinner, Rolexes, helicopter rides or bowling. She’d come for him, to learn what he had to offer her as a man, and find out what she’d be willing to give. This was Matteo’s way of feeling her out, seeing if she was ready to do what she had came here for. She was. She wasn’t leaving until she got her prize. A slim hand reached up, grabbing the spaghetti straps that held the dress together, and gently pulled. Matteo was all eyes, and she soaked up his attention, feeling like a male peacock presenting his beautiful feathers. The dress fell to her feet in a soft whisper of fabric, revealing her golden brown body to hungry eyes. She stood still as he took in the delicate outline of her collarbones, her full, heaving breasts, tight, flat stomach, and small waist that flared out to shapely hips, clean shaven snatch, and long, tapered legs. She bent down, taking off her shoes. Now all she had on was his gift and her birthday suit.

Matteo stepped forward to stand in front of her. She was several inches shorter now without her heels, the top of head coming up to his chest. She gasped as his hands spanned her waist, feeling scorching hot against her skin. Her breasts began to feel heavier with her oncoming arousal, her nipples protruding. Warmth began to pool between her legs, which was particularly alarming, since she knew it was only a matter of time before the wetness would begin to drip down her legs… She playfully pushed his hands away. “Oh no. I want to bowl.” This time Matteo raised both brows. “That’s why you brought us in here, no?” A teasing finger trailed down his chest and stomach, feeling the warmth and tight, corded muscle of his cut abdomen. “You’re not afraid to lose to a naked girl are you?” Her hand reached its goal, cupping his hard package, massaging it. Matteo let out a grunt before grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. “Not at all, bella mia,” he looked her up and down again, gaze snagging on her breasts, “it is clear that I’ve won already anyway.” She smiled, looking down at the hard-on that looked like it was going to bust the seam of his pants. “You sure you can last that long?” “I’ve lasted seventeen days,” he said, referring to the day they met, “what’s ten frames?”