Matteo cracked his neck, the satisfying sound echoing in the bright vacation cabin living room. He set down his PS5 controller as his name blazed atop the Call of Duty: Black Ops 6 victory screen, making William's score look pathetic by comparison. Leaning back, the leather couch creaked under his weight as he stretched his long legs, muscles tight from hours of gaming. "Man, you're a cheater," William grumbled, pushing back dark hair with his fingers. He tossed his controller down dramatically before retrieving two warm beers from the kitchen. "We're out of ice. Knew I forgot something. This fridge doesn't chill properly, and I'm not drinking warm beer all night." He chugged his beer in four gulps before grabbing his wallet and keys. "I'm heading to that convenience store we passed. You coming?" Matteo's mind raced to the woman twenty-two years his senior – the mother of his best friend with a body that made his mouth dry and blood rush south. They'd been there four hours, and he'd barely been near her. "Nah," he shrugged casually. "Gonna shower and crash for a bit." William rolled his eyes. "Go ahead, Sleeping Beauty. More dinner for me later." The door slammed shut behind him, followed by the roar of his GMC's engine. Matteo waited until the sound faded before standing to his full height. He knew she was probably buried in work emails – either genuinely busy or desperate to avoid him. Her resistance only made her more alluring. Climbing the stairs, he detected her scent lingering in every hallway – a fragrance that had haunted him for a year. He stripped and stepped into the shower, hot water cascading over his broad shoulders as his hand wrapped around his cock. Closing his eyes, he imagined pinning her against the tile, her breath hitching as her nails dug into his back. Groaning, he stroked faster, visualizing her thighs wrapped around his hips and her voice whispering his name. With a low curse, he came against the shower wall, steam curling around him as the water washed away evidence of his desire. Stepping out, he wrapped a towel low around his hips and caught his reflection – amber eyes now darker, more predatory than usual. As he opened his bedroom door, he froze. There she stood in the hallway, looking undeniably beautiful and completely caught off guard by his appearance. Matteo's lips curved into a wicked smirk as he slowly flicked the towel from his hips, letting it pool at his feet. His already hard cock sprang free, and he made no attempt to cover himself. Taking his time sliding on black boxers, he adjusted himself obscenely before leaning against the doorframe, body on full display. "Can I help you with something, mami?"