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“I am.”
“You could at least pretend you have manners.”
“I had manners at dinner.”
“And now?”
“Now I have you naked in my bed.”
Fair point. He puts one hand against the inside of my thigh and opens me farther. Every bit of humor drains out of me.
“Enzo.”
His mouth touches my inner thigh. Once. Twice. Higher. My fingers curl into the bedding.
“If you’re planning to tease me for the next twenty minutes, I should warn you that I’m not above violence.”
His quiet laugh warms my skin.
“Impatient.”
“I’m thirty-seven. I know what I like.”
“Good.”
Then his mouth is on my pussy, and I discover I no longer know anything at all.
“Oh, fuck.”
His tongue drags slowly over my clit. Once. Then again. Harder. My thighs jerk. Enzo makes a low sound against me, like my reaction pleases him, and two fingers slide through my wetness before pressing inside. Every muscle in my body tightens.
“Jesus Christ.”
He curls his fingers. My hips lift off the mattress. Apparently, this man not only knows where the clitoris is, he has detailed satellite imagery. One of my hands grabs the sheet. The other ends up in his hair.
“Enzo.”
He doesn’t answer. Busy man. Very dedicated to his work. His tongue circles my clit while his fingers move inside me, slow enough to drive me insane, then harder when I start moving against him.
“Oh, God.”
His eyes lift to mine. I nearly die. There is something indecent about a man looking directly at you while his mouth is between your legs. There is something even more indecent about realizing you love it.
He pauses and takes a breath. A delicious burst of air hits me.
“Don’t stop.”
His fingers curl again before he hesitates.
“I swear to God, if you stop now, I’m stealing something expensive on my way out.”
He laughs against my pussy. The vibration nearly pushes me over by itself.
“You think I’m kidding?”
Enzo lifts his mouth just long enough to say, “Not even a little.”
Then he sucks my clit into his mouth. Everything in me snaps. I come with my fingers locked in his hair and his name leaving my mouth considerably louder than I intended. Enzo doesn’t stop. He slows. Gentler now. His fingers stay inside me while the contractions roll through me, his mouth soft against oversensitive skin until I’m squirming for an entirely different reason.
