Page 60 of The Enforcer

“Nothing. He wants us to spend the night at a hotel, and then we’ll go back to Positano tomorrow.”

I turn on my side.

We’re closer than I realized, and he shudders when my breasts, stomach, and thighs press against his body. “Merda, Zoe.”

“Let me get this straight,” I tell him, leaning forward, letting him feel the weight of me on him. “Your brother is out here committing crimes, and to help him, all I have to do is go on a vacation from my kidnapping.”

“I haven’t kidnapped you,” he says, sighing, never taking his eyes from my cleavage.

“Can you be that kind of criminal?”

He leans into me now and lifts his head to meet my gaze. Our mouths are so close, closer than yesterday when he was using my orgasm as lubrication. Close enough to kiss.

“Do you want me to be that kind of criminal?”

I like Alfonso’s mouth. The way his lips move. They’re not the plumpest set I’ve ever let please me, but I think he could use them well. Although it’s his tongue that excites me the most. The way it curls around his words and peeks between his lips as if it’s trying to tempt me into saying hello.

I bend my right knee and lean into him.

“Harder?” I ask.

He grunts and nods his head once.

I lean into my knee, aiming the blunt tip into the base of his dick.

He makes this delicious sigh of a moan. “Pìu forte. Harder.” When I give him what he wants, he closes his eyes and shudders, clamping his mouth shut to muffle another moan. No man has ever made me this wet with just a sound before.

I feel the wet patch of his orgasm along my shin, and I rub my leg up and down hard, smearing that wetness into my skin and his clothes.

He groans loudly, but the sea steals that sound.

“Interesting,” I breathe.

Nicola calls down at us from the steering wheel. “Arrivati! Benvenuto a Capri!”

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