Page 68 of Cherry on Top

“More moaning,” Will directed.

“You know, if you ever have to leave the ice cream business,” Enzo said, adding a few loud noises for good measure, “you have a real future as a porn director.”

Will laughed. “I think I’ll stick to the ice cream business.” He landed with a resounding thump on the bed.

Enzo laughed, too, because if he didn’t, he was going to cry. Because then Will went up on all fours and made a fun growling noise.

“You’re kinda killing me,” Enzo said.

“I know.” Will flushed. “I’m killing myself. But the sooner we get through this . . .”

Enzo nodded. When had this gone from a fun time to pure fucking torture?

Right around, I’m a pretty good kisser.

Or maybe when he’d stupidly convinced Will to get naked last week.

Or even before that, when Will’s eyes had fluttered, the first time Enzo had called him Stud Muffin.

Enzo moaned again, slapped the wall hard, in conjunction with a few of Will’s thrusts.

Yep. Cause now Will was thrusting and the bed was squeaking and it was all too much. Enzo started to laugh and couldn’t stop.

“Don’t stop now,” Will cajoled, but he was laughing, too, under his breath. “Big finish!”

Enzo slapped the wall hard, three times, and let out the loudest moan yet, practically a scream, and Will joined him, the two of them sounding like yowling cats in heat.

And okay, it had been sort of torturous, but also pretty fun, in the end.

All until, their breath returning back to normal, there was a knock on the door.

“Oh shit,” Will hissed under his breath.

The knock sounded again, louder this time and far more insistent.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Will repeated. He looked around, eyes wild.

“Will?” Yep, that was definitely Joy’s voice.

Will tore his shirt off, then his pants went next. Shoes. Socks. Enzo averted his eyes at the last moment, though it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it all before, when they’d gone skinny dipping.

Grabbing a sheet, Will pulled it off the bed with a sharp movement and then wrapped it around his waist. “Get down,” he mouthed to Enzo, who crouched low, on the other side of the bed, and then he opened the door.

Will told himself he was embarrassed. Humiliated. Flushed so bright a red that Joy would never believe that he and Enzo had actually been having sex in their room.

“Yes?” he asked.

She looked equally as uncomfortable, so that was something, at least. “Will, honey, there’s been a few . . .uh . . .complaints from some of the other guests that you’re being . . .um . . .loud. Too loud. Do you think you could keep it down?”

Will apologized to her silently. And to his own pride. “I’m sorry. We got uh . . .a bit carried away.”

Joy’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “I’m sure you did,” she said. “Next time just try to get carried away quieter, okay?”

“Okay, will do,” Will said and then shut the door.

“Phew,” Enzo said from the other side of the room. “That was . . .” He trailed off.

“Yeah.”

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