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I had a bit of one. Every jolt of Enzo’s hips made the sound of skin against skin echo in his room. For some stupid reason, as he tugged on my nipple clamp and left kisses on my mouth, I felt emotions rise. In another life, I could be Enzo’s. And he would do anything for me.

My back bowed as cum stained our bodies, and I cried out for the man I refused to let go of. I clenched down hard, trying to keep the toy in me as long as possible. Enzo swore. His kisses became sharper and more urgent as teeth scraped against my flesh, and I was transported to heaven.

Enzo’s moaning against my mouth made me want to cling to him even harder. Warmth filled my hole, but it was muted behind latex. I almost wished I’d asked him to fuck me without it.

Enzo laid on top of me and buried his face into my neck. We both panted in the silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was zoned out, and Enzo? Who knew what went through that man’s head.

A sharp tug of my nipples threw me back into the present. “Hey,” I growled. “Cut that out.”

Enzo chuckled, the sound enough to make me want to hear it on an endless loop. “Let’s talk about that comment you made,” he said, sitting up. “Who was it that filled you up before?”

I saw that wicked glint in his eye. “I would never tell you in a million years,” I whispered. “You’re insane.”

“And you keep coming back.”

He was right about that. “Can’t seem to help myself.” I yawned, blinking to try to stay awake.

“Tex?”

“Yeah?” I mumbled, falling into the pleasant buzz that traveled through my body.

“Am I really helping you?”

I glanced at him. Slowly, I raised a hand and pushed my fingers through his hair. It was soft to the touch, thick, and smelled amazing. The more I stroked his hair, the more he clung to me, cuddling against my body like I was going to disappear.

“I’m not nose-deep in a pile of coke, so yes,” I answered honestly because I knew the truth helped him. “I feel better here. Maybe it’s because I know no matter how much I screw up, you and your family have done much worse.” I tensed. “That’s not what I—”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s the truth.” Enzo’s fingers ran over my skin. “Go to sleep.”

“I need to clean up.”

“No, you don’t. Leave that to me.”

Enzo finally pulled himself free of my arms. As he slid out of me, I held my breath. Damn, I feel empty. I wanted to tell Enzo to slide himself back in. At least until I fell asleep. Instead, I kept my mouth shut and watched him walk to the bathroom with the toy in his hand.

I was losing the fight against sleep. My phone buzzed, and I snagged it off the floor. Chelsea. Rourke. My father. The only person I responded to was Chelsea.

Tex: I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. And sober.

Chelsea: Asshole. Glad you’re okay.

Tex: I’m sorry.

I laid my phone on the nightstand and sighed. Tomorrow was going to suck. I owed Chelsea an apology, I had to talk to Rourke, and my father probably realized I’d broken into his files. Massaging my temple, I gazed up when a dark shadow fell over me and jumped as Enzo stared down at me.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry.” Enzo held up a towel. “Be still and go to sleep. That phone can wait until tomorrow.” He glanced at it. “Put it on silent.”

Arguing with Enzo was pointless. I was quickly learning that. I shut off the sound and noted the look of approval on his face. Once he was done cleaning me up, he slipped into bed beside me. Enzo’s arms circled my body before he sat up.

“Now what?” I asked.

The pressure on my nipples disappeared. Both of them throbbed. I reached up to touch them, but Enzo slapped my hand away gently. His fingers caressed me, and my body took that as a green light to get revved up again.

“What’s the matter?” Enzo asked.

I rolled over to face him. “If you keep doing that, we’ll be right back at it.”