Page 11 of SINS & Temptation

Shut up.

Chapter Seven

ENZO

As the food touches my lips, an involuntary moan escapes, deep and resonant. “Mmm.”

“Right?” Kennedy eagerly prepares another bite. “You look exhausted,” she adds softly.

“You look beautiful,” I say because it’s true. From her tantalizing overbite to the heart shaped freckle on her neck, I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful in my life. But I mostly say it to avoid the conversation about why I look as beat down as I do.

She tipped toes further in the deep end of this conversation. “Are you going to tell me how you got the bruises on your face?”

This is the point at which I sit back and eat my own pasta. “Defending your honor, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

Her giggle flutters lightly, a fragile butterfly’s wing against the stillness of my heart. I swiftly drown the stirring emotions with booze.

Pouring a glass for her and then for myself, I gulp down the 1982 Château Lafite with haste. As I refill my glass, she quips, “Thirsty?”

I glance at her, my gaze lingering on her breasts. “You have no idea.”

For the next few hours, we eat, talk, and laugh, our conversations flowing alongside the steady pour of wine—glass after glass.

She points to my chest, her lips grazing that tempting lower lip. “Be honest with me,” she requests.

“Always,” I assure her, a vow I intend to keep with Bella. But the truth and the whole truth—two entirely different beasts.

“How did you know my sister was in Italy? Or where she lived?” Her eyes glint with a knowing that she’s pieced together most of the puzzle. Instead of my usual evasion and a round of twenty questions, I choose to fill in the gaps of the picture for her.

For a price.

“Kiss me, and I’ll tell you.”

Her smile turns puzzled, a flicker of curiosity lighting up her eyes. “We’ve kissed before. Plenty of times. Why are you making a deal over a kiss?”

“Because right now, out of everything in the world I could have, it’s the only thing I want.”

I set down my glass and lean back, a smirk playing on my lips. She finishes off her third—no, fourth glass of wine, before trailing her finger along the table as she slowly makes her way to my chair.

Her body sways hypnotically as she moves, each step deliberate yet teasingly slow. The curve of her hips catches the soft light, accentuating every subtle shift as she closes the distance.

Her dress clings in all the right places, a blend of elegance and allure that commands attention without needing to ask for it.

I don’t need to instruct her. Braver than she would be sober, she takes a seat on my lap, her eyes widening as the round curve of her ass nestles softly on my hard cock.

And when her lips meet mine, there’s no hesitation. No restraint. No barriers left standing. A collision of heat and need—her lips, her breath, her tongue entwined with mine in a seductive dance.

For one fleeting moment, the world falls away. We are a heartbeat of connection—her shivering in my hold. Me, breathing in pure oxygen.

When she finally pulls away, the air crackles with electricity, and so much sexual tension you could cut it with a knife. Kennedy shifts on my lap, a move that’s literal torture, and an awkward silence lingers between us.

I want her. And I’m pretty sure by the way she’s squirming on my lap, she wants me to. Why we’re not already fucking like bunnies is beyond me.

Her eyes meet the intensity of my gaze briefly before looking away. “Your turn,” she whispers.

My turn? Right. How I knew about her sister.

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