Page 33 of The Devil's Demise

“I soooo hate you right now.” My voice is barely recognizable.

His masculine chuckle only makes me ache more. “I bet you do.” He backs off, slapping my ass hard.

I spin around, planting a hand on my hip. “You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you?”

He winks with a smug smirk, and when my eyes lower to the bulge in his sweats, it jerks.

Growling, he pushes up on me, grabbing my jaw. “You gonna keep staring at it or are you gonna get on your knees and finish me off?” His voice is heavy with guttural desire and the sound of it only makes me hungry for him.

I round a hand to his ass and squeeze. “I guess I’m not the only one who’s going to have to wait for it.” There’s a challenge in those words as I let a playful laugh slip. I kiss the tip of his nose and fix the collar of my shirt.

He drops his hand, his chest rocking with heavy breaths. When he gazes at me with scorching intensity, I almost melt for him, almost beg him to do what he’s promised to do when I arrive home.

I glance at the clock above his head, and ball a fist in frustration, knowing we definitely have time for nothing. I have to get to work, and considering it’s my place, I kind of need to open it.

“I really hate you right now.” I practically pout.

He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I love you more, baby.” He winks. Just then there’s a knock on the door, and he shifts around to hide his erection.

“Come in,” I say, exiting the closet, Enzo hiding behind me.

Robby strolls in, holding his tablet. “Morning, Mom, Dad.”

Dad.

That one word, it melts my heart, and I know it makes Enzo so happy. But that’s what Enzo became, my baby boy’s father. Three months after I got Robby back, Enzo asked us if he could adopt him. Robby was beyond thrilled. He was already obsessed with Enzo, and to have that man want him, choose him ... my God, it meant everything, to the both of us.

My eyes fill with tears as I recall when it became official. Enzo even threw a party to commemorate the event.

“Morning, bud,” Enzo says.

“Morning, baby,” I say. “Are you two still going to the baseball game later?”

Robby looks at Enzo, kinda suspiciously, and I throw a curious gaze behind me, then back to my son.

“What?” Enzo asks, flipping his hands in the air with a grin.

“Ahh, what was that look Robby gave you?”

“I have no idea what she’s talking about.” Enzo widens a stare at Robby, tightening his mouth to stifle the smile.

“Yeah, Mom. No idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.” I squint at them both, and Enzo playfully nods at Robby with a wink. “Well, I have to go now, boys. Don’t eat too much junk at the game.”

“We promise not to stuff our faces with lots of ice cream and cotton candy.” Enzo winks at Robby who only laughs.

My laughter is low as I stare at the two boys I love more than anything. With a deep sigh, I say, “You two have fun.” I lean over, kissing Robby, then leave one on Enzo’s cheek.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers as he grabs my jaw and captures my lips in a hard kiss, strangling on a groan set deep in his throat.

“Eww!” Robby gripes, and we both chuckle.

“Sorry,” Enzo says. “But I kinda love your mother.”

Robby grins as we start to walk out, and suddenly his arms swing around Enzo’s middle in a tight hug. “I’m happy you’re my dad,” he says, his features sincere, and my heart lurches.

“Shit, man,” Enzo chokes up, clearly not expecting that. “You trying to ruin my cred and make me cry?”

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