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Stuff like a turkey

DEIRDRE POV

DAY FIVE

Matteo leaned into me, his lips hovering over my ear as he whispered, "Do you want me to stuff you like a turkey?"

My eyes widened, and my cheeks burned.

Fuck! I hadn't heard of that before until now. I turned around, ensuring no one had heard him other than me.

"Deirdre," Matteo whispered, his voice low and husky, "Open up." He tapped my thigh, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and he pulled me into him.

His idea was for us to sit close to each other when we arrived; I never knew he had other motives.

Pushing my skirt up, his hand slipped inside my thigh, and I clamped them together, locking his hand in the process.

"We are in public," I hissed.

"Does it matter, baby? You are my wife." Matteo murmured, prying my legs open.

I was glad my legs were under the table. I couldn't imagine someone knowing we were being naughty right now. My stomach churned with nerves, and I bite my lower lip.

Rubbing his index finger over my pant briefly, he slipped it into my mo
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