Prologue
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Matteo laid back against the couch and closed his eyes, trying to tune out the sound of the music playing outside the room. It was his goddaughter Ivy's 20th birthday and instead of being out there celebrating, he found himself secluded in a room, drinking a glass of 25 year old whiskey and trying to get the image of his best friends daughter in her curve hugging dress out of his head.
Ever since she came back from spending her summer in Paris a year ago, he noticed she blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Ivy was a blonde bombshell, long wavy blonde hair, hooded grey eyes and she was tall for a woman, standing at 5'8 with an hourglass figure. She was every mans fantasy, including his. Nevertheless he knew better than to act on his fantasies, he was her fathers best friend, 20 years her senior and he was her godfather.
Suddenly, with his back to the door he heard someone come in, not bothering to look back thinking the person might have gotten lost in this big house, he stayed quiet. Then he heard the sound of heels clicking behind him against the wooden floors and that's when he tensed, hoping it was anyone but her.
He stiffened when out of nowhere two pairs of arms slid across his neck and down past his chest, he smelled the all too familiar scent of orange blossom sprinkled with lemon. Her lips slowly grazed his ear, sending a shiver down his spine and he felt himself tighten with need but kept his eyes closed and willed himself not to react.
"Aren't you going to wish me a happy birthday uncle Matteo?" She whispered, still rubbing her hands up and down his chest.
"I thought I already did, la mia belle." He replied, his voice was low and husky, filled with desire.
"Yes, you did." All of sudden she lightly caressed his earlobe with her tongue, before her voice changed to a low, seductive whisper. "But I had a different idea in mind."
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