Page 131 of Enforcer

“God, Alyssa.” I collapse on top of her, and she wraps her arms around me, kissing my temple as I breathe heavily into her neck.

“I think I like this new life of mine, boyfriend.”

I lift my head and growl. “I don’t think I like being called that.”

She laughs, her rouge-stained cheeks dancing. “Why? That was your entire plan. To get to this point?”

I shrug. “Makes me sound like a teenager. It’s much too…boyish for a man like me to be called aboyfriend.”

She rolls her eyes. “Dante Ricci, what am I going to do with you?”

I shrug, laying my head back down as I plot never to have her call me that shit again.

Once a girl like her finally settles, that’s it. Loyalty runs strong with Alyssa, too. It’s something that drew me to her most in the beginning.

“We have Sunday dinner today,” she says with a yawn.

I nod against her neck, feeling the absence of energy now that I’ve come down from my orgasm. “I think we should stay right here,” I mumble.

She shoves me off her as she slides toward the edge of the bed. “Mm, that sounds great, but I have another man vying for my attention, and you know it. I haven’t seen him all week, either.”

I roll my eyes. “Once that little cretin comes of age, I’m clocking him one for good measure.”

She laughs, turning as she heads for the bathroom. “You’re going to beat Nico’s ass for taking attention off of you? How will you ever have children if you can’t share, babe?”

My chest heats at her calling me babe. I try not to croon when she does it, but I can’t fucking help it. I’m a man who waited a long time for love to come back into his life, alright?

The flippant way she’d mentioned children filled me with something tingly, even if I tried to ignore it.

She’s on birth control and hasn’t stopped it, but there’s always that chance when we’re not careful at all. I hadn’t thought about what would happen if she were ever to tell me she was pregnant.

Would I be able to share?

“I think it would be different if it were our kids,” I say, getting out of bed and following where she’s started the shower in the other room.

“Would it?” She steps inside the shower, holding the door open for me to follow. “The Dante Ricci I fell for wouldn’t share me with a fucking gnat.”

“See, that’s different; Gnats are annoying.”

She laughs as I tug her under the spray of water and glide my lips against hers, cock stiffening all over again.

“I fucking love Sundays,” I groan against her lips as I back her to the wall. She lifts her leg and plants a foot on the shower seat to the right of us.

“So do I. Be quick, though. I have to make salad and dessert for Sunday dinner.”

My dick slides inside her with the help of the water trickling from above, and her moans ripple off the bathroom’s acoustics.

“No.”

I grab her hands in my left hand, pinning them above her head as I bend my knees to stay inside her.

She nods in agreement. “No. Not quick. Take your fucking time.”

I can only nod as she flutters around my length and steals my breath.

“Fuck!” she screams as I quicken my pace, losing the entire plan at the feel of her gripping around me.

At this rate, we’ll never be on time for Sunday dinner. But that’s alright; we never are.

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