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I mean, yes, so maybe between those dangerous eyes and sinfully talented tongue, the man is a walking flame-thrower between the thighs. But it’s a week.

A week!

And if the website is accurate, multiple times a day is part of the package, and vanilla isn’t in his vocabulary.

I think of it. Seven whole days. Of him doing whatever the hell he wants, whenever the hell he wants. Nerves dance along my skin as tension wracks across me.

Bzzz.

Without warning, the damned thing goes off in my hand. It buzzes. Loud. Argh! I nearly drop it, twisting the stupid end of it. Shut off, shut off, shut off!

The room outside goes quiet. Too quiet.

The steady thump of dread fills my ears until I hear Enzo shout, “Yes, I have a dog.”

After a tense moment of silence, the conversation continues, and I’m not sure, but it feels like Enzo’s lying through his teeth to distract his brother. But when I hear him say, “Despite keeping my distance from everyone, I have a touchy-feely soft side,” my heart aches.

It takes a minute to process his words.

He’s kept distant from his brothers. And it’s so obvious he loves them—I mean, who would eat this much shit and keep asking for more? So, he’s been keeping distant from his own family, just as I’ve been doing with mine.

Realization hits me square in the chest.

He’s protecting them. He protects them the way I protect Riley. By staying away.

And from the sounds of it, it’s killing him. Just as much as it kills me.

* * *

There’s a long silence before the door opens in a rush.

Enzo looks down at me, his glance moving from me to the vibrator I’m still holding like an idiot. “Bella, if you started without me, there will be consequences,” he rumbles, his tone bubbling over like hot-buttered sex.

There’s so much electricity flowing between us it could light space. When he kisses me, I kiss him back. It’s not timid or gentle. Not some shy wallflower kiss. It’s hungry. Desperate. Like for the first time in my life, I’m not thinking of anything or anyone else.

Or maybe I’m just not thinking.

And with his big, thick erection pressed hard against my belly, who could think?

Bump.

The floor moves from under us. My heart jumps against the wall of my chest. “What was that?”

“Us,” Enzo growls. “About to tip the earth off its fucking axis.”

CHAPTER 19

Kennedy

Enzo pulls me into another toe-curling kiss when several knocks sound at the door.

“What?” he snaps.

The door creaks open, just a fraction, and the flight attendant keeps her eyes averted as she speaks. Like she’s been in this position so many times, What Has Been Seen Cannot be Unseen is written all over the poor woman’s face. “Sorry, sir. We’re about to take off.”

He nods and leads me by the hand back into the main cabin, past Savannah and Truffles, guiding me to my seat. He plants another soft kiss on my lips, a lingering caress, as he clicks the belt around my waist. “Need more booze?” his raspy voice offers.

Shivering, I shake my head softly. “No, thanks.”

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