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“I’m coming, baby,” I say before biting my bottom lip.
Like always, she doesn’t move, and I fill her mouth.
She rises up my body and I kiss her, tasting myself, and turn her over, my dick already perking back up. I grip her tits while I cast open-mouth kisses along her flesh. She wiggles, getting comfortable on the bed, her legs already preparing to go over my shoulders when a knock sounds on my door.
“Ignore it,” I mutter.
Since I have a doorman, I have no idea who it could be.
“Enzo,” she says, sliding up the bed.
The knock sounds again. And again.
“There’s something wrong,” she says, hopping off the bed and grabbing her clothes.
“Ugh.” I rise from the bed, grab my pajama pants, and step into them. “Jesus, hold on,” I holler.
The knocking doesn’t stop, and I pull the door open without looking through the peephole.
Carm barrels in. “Fuck, answer your phone.” He bends at the waist, heaving for breath. “I’m not made to run up that many stairs. Your elevator was taking too long. You owe me for this, fucker.” He pants and points at me.
“For what, and why aren’t you at Ma’s?”
Annie stands in the entrance of the hallway.
“Hey, Annie,” he says, still bent over and gasping.
“I think you should actually use the treadmill instead of picking up girls at the gym,” I say, shutting the door.
“Hi, Carmelo. I’ll be back.” She disappears down the hall.
Which I’m happy about since her tits with no bra were there for Carm to admire.
“Nice ass,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “If you weren’t my brother, I’d beat the shit out of you.”
“I’m not sure how you expect me to not notice. Just because she’s yours doesn’t mean she’s not fucking hot. It’s unnatural not to notice a hot woman. Just take that she-devil for-sale-by-owner chick. She’s hot. I beat off to her last night. But I fucking hate her. You can’t explain attraction.”
I roll my eyes again. “Why are you here interrupting my Sunday again?”
A smirk I’m too familiar with wraps around his face as though he’s a millisecond from cracking up. “Sunday dinner is happening here.” He smacks my back like way to go.
See what happens when you miss too many Sunday dinners?
“What?”
“Yep, I sprinted over here to give you a heads-up, but Ma is going to be knocking on that door in…” He waits a second and a knock happens at the door as if we’re in some television show. “Well, now.” That shit-eating grin mars his face again.
“But I have Annie here.”
He laughs. “I noticed. But hey, I tried to warn you. Which you’ve yet to thank me for.”
Annie comes back out in a sweatshirt. My sweatshirt. My NYU sweatshirt. Damn if I don’t love seeing her in my clothes, but I do not need my parents seeing her in my clothes.
I glance at Carm. A knock sounds on the door again.
“Who else is here? You better answer it.” Annie sits on the couch, pulling a blanket over her lap.
