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“I don’t want to lead the Black organization.”
“I don’t believe you. You haven’t even had the job long enough to know if you like it or not. But I saw the spark when you gave the orders. The power suits you; it gives you confidence. Unlike me, you won’t ever let it go to your head.”
He’s right. I wouldn’t. But I don’t tell him that.
I suck in a breath as his body presses against mine—all hard and ready to take me on the table where the team was just sitting a moment before. A table where anyone could walk in and catch us.
“I want more time with you, stingray. I want you to figure out what makes you happy. And I think I make you happy. This job will make you happy. And if you win this round, that means you have to stay for one final round. Which means more time to convince you that you love me. That you should stay.”
I put my hand on his hard chest, but I don’t push away, even though I should.
“I can’t stay.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t be Black. And you can’t lead either if you’re still in love with me. The team won’t allow it.”
“They just need time to adjust and realize it won’t mean their lives are in danger.”
I shake my head. He’s so wrong about this. Felix is just as smart and cunning as Enzo. He may not have been raised by Enzo’s father. But he shares the same blood, and he learned the same tactics. He fooled Enzo; he almost fooled me. And he will convince the team he’s a better leader if we fall into his trap. I may not want to lead, but I don’t want the billions of dollars, technology, and thousands of lives to fall into the hands of an evil monster.
Enzo strokes my face again, and I close my eyes, feeling his warmth. And before I realize what is happening, his lips are on mine and I’m wrapping my arms around his neck. I kiss him back, wrap my leg around his and grind against it.
The kiss is hot and intoxicating. I feel drunk on Enzo as I kiss him. My thoughts vanish, my worries fade. The moans leaving my throat are driving Enzo wild based on the way he’s devouring my lips with his hard body pressing harder against me. He sets me on the table, spreading my legs as his body rests between them. I can feel his hard cock even between the two layers of jeans separating us.
I want him.
I want this.
I love him.
He starts kissing down my neck, finding every sweet delicious spot that makes my toes curl and my inhibitions leave.
His hand slides under my shirt, running it over my tight belly up to my sore breasts.
And my reality comes flashing back.
I’m pregnant.
And this is risking my baby’s life.
I push against his chest hard.
“No,” I say.
Enzo pants.
I pant in return.
Our eyes are filled with pain and torture.
He wants this.
I want this.
And for a single moment, I let our eyes fuck each other. I tell him how I want him to take me on the table. He shows me how he’d flip me over and take me from behind.
But then I close my eyes, and the images of us fucking are gone.
