Guilt.


That's what Matteo felt as he stared at Robert from across the table. Three days had passed since that night in the library and ever since all Matteo could feel was guilt. Guilt and longing. He felt guilty for sleeping with his best friends daughter. Robert trusted him to look after Ivy as if she was his own, and instead of doing that, he went ahead and slept with her. On the other hand, he longed to hold her in his arms again, to taste and touch every part of her. He could still feel her pussy squeezing him, could still remember the erotíc sounds she made as she came on his cock.


Matteo clenched his eyes shut as he felt his cock stiffen, trying to erase the image of Ivy's beautiful naked body riding him while her father sat less than five feet away.


"Hey man, are you feeling ok?" Matteo's eyes snapped open and glanced over at Robert who was looking over at him in concern.


Matteo nodded his head, "I'm just kind of worn out, but I'm fine. What were we talking about again?"


"We were talking about Maria setting you up with one of her friends." Robert said. "You haven't dated in years. Hell, when was the last time you got laid?"


Three days ago. With your daughter.


Matteo shook his head and waved his hands dismissively, "I'm not interested."


"Look, just think about it ok? I'm not asking you to marry this woman, it's just one date." Robert insisted.


Matteo pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh, he knew he didn't have a chance at winning this argument and he knew how persistent and stubborn Robert could be. "Fine. Ok. I'll go out with her, but just one date and I get to choose when and where."


Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Robert quickly changed the subject. As he listened to his Robert speak, Matteo couldn't ignore the nagging guilt he felt. It felt as though he was betraying Ivy by agreeing to go on a date with another woman.

― ― ―

Matteo was just about to get ready for bed when he heard a knock on his door. Glancing at at the time he noted it was two in the morning, he was confused at who would be at this late hour. Walking towards the door, he looked through the peephole and his eyes widened when caught sight of who it was. Feeling his heart race, he quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open.


"Ivy." He whispered in shock.


She was standing there in a long white leather trench coat, paired with two black stiletto heels. Her long hair was pulled up in a ponytail and her face was bare of any makeup. Even after all this time, she still managed to take his breath away.


Her lips pulled up in a smile, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"


Without a word he stepped aside, pulling the door open and watched her stroll past him into his apartment. Closing the door behind him, he followed her into the living room and stood back for a moment and watched her take in his apartment.


Then he decided to break the silence. "What are you doing here Ivy? Not that I'm not happy to see you but it's two a.m., you shouldn't be out this late at night all by yourself."


Ivy twisted her body to face him. "Why else would I be here? I came to see you. I missed you."


Matteo shook his head, "You shouldn't be here Ivy. What happened between us was wrong and it can't happen again."


Ivy's brows lifted in a questioning gaze, "Wrong? What happened between us happened naturally. We both wanted it. What's wrong with that?" Then without hesitation, she opened the belts of her trench coat and pulled it open.


Matteo felt his mouth go dry. Ivy stood a few feet in front of him, naked with only her stilettos on and she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. "Fuck..." he rasped, not taking his eyes off of her as she slowly closed the distance between them. Lifting his hands he gently gripped her waist trying to stop himself from taking her right then and there, but Ivy had other ideas.


She pushed her fingers through his hair and pulled his head down to whisper in his ear, "I don't want you to hold back, do anything you want, everything you ever dreamed of doing to me... daddy."