Page 56 of Enforcer

“Not really. Marco is a few cars down on the opposite side of the street. Just in case.”

I laugh, lifting off his chest. “Oh, that confident your little ruse was going to go well, huh?”

His smile is sinful, and it makes my stomach flip with butterflies. “No. I was hopeful, was all. Then you came out of the bedroom in that infernal onesie, and my plans went to shit.”

I can’t help my laugh that flies free. “This onesie is timeless.”

“It’s something, alright.”

Silence falls over us, but it’s comfortable and soothing, like a lazy day at home when the blankets are warm and soft, and there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do. We just lay there, holding one another, existing.

He breaks the silence, “Where would you be right now if you could go anywhere.”

I roll my eyes. “That’s a leading question.”

“How so?” He pulls his head back to look down at me.

“Because if I say there's nowhere I'd rather be than here, you get me to drop a brick or two off my wall. You gain something, but I lose something. You’re leading me into a trap Mr. Ricci.”

“Well, is that the true answer?”

I look up at him, hearing the soft patter of rain starting on the roof as I nod. “Yes. That’s the true answer. No matter how muchI want to run away because of the principles I’ve lived by since my parents’ divorce, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

He leans in slowly, hesitantly. I love that he questions every move with me; it means he cares, and I’ve never had that before.

Ever.

Even when guys try to convince me to be with them, no one’s ever been like Dante.

No one ever will be.

I nearly stop breathing as he hovers over my lips, questioning.

I eat up the space between us, colliding with him like pool balls during the break but never separating.

His tongue parts my lips, pressing against mine with urgency. I swallow his moan, letting it feed the buzz in my veins as I shove my hand into his hair.

We haven’t completed all the questions yet, but I don’t want to return to talking. Fuck talking.

Especially when he feels this good.

I knew I was fucked that first time in the bathroom with him in Florida. He’s a storm that’s come to shore and decided to stay, and I’m the land he’s chosen to haunt.

He rolls us over, me beneath him as he rubs his stiff cock over my throbbing center.

“Dante,” I breathe as he reaches up and unzips my onesie.

It takes a fuckton of shifting and kicking to get the damned thing off, and by the end of my contrition act, he’s growling.

“See what I was worried about with that thing?”

I smile. “Well, I don’t think I should be so exposed anyhow. Anyone could walk by and look in and see me.”

He locks his eyes on mine. “I’ll fucking shoot them.”

I gasp when he slides two fingers inside me, not giving me a second to answer.

“You can’t do that…” I moan, arching my back.

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