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“Silence,” she ordered. “I can’t hear your body if you’re talking.”

To her amazement, his lips snapped shut. She was in complete control of him. Her shyness melted away. She just so happened to like being in control. She stroked his cock. A groan escaped him.

“Shhh,” she whispered. “I’m trying to listen.”

She stroked him again, causing another groan to escape him as he placed his hands on the shower wall, caging her in. That would’ve made her feel a tiny bit claustrophobic if she wasn’t so caught up in what she was doing. His cock throbbed against her palm.

“It’s talking to me,” she told him, playing along to the game he’d started but that she planned to win.

“What is it saying?” he asked, voice raspy.

She rubbed her thumb over the tip of him. His entire body jerked.

“It’s saying, don’t stop,” she whispered.

“What else?” he growled as she stroked him faster.

Eve swallowed, trying not to get too carried away. But her body was on fire with need now. Her heart was racing, and her mouth was watering. Touching him was arousing her, making her yearn for the forbidden. And Enzo DeLuca was definitely forbidden fruit. If she took a bite of him, her entire world could end. Yet, Eve found herself craving a taste anyway.

“It’s saying...” Should she say it? She wanted to say it.

“Tell me,” he growled.

Damn him and those sexy sounds he made. She tore her gaze away from his cock to stare into his eyes. What did she do that for? That only made her want him more. Though she knew she’d be upset with herself later, she gave her body over to the demands of her pussy.

“It’s telling you to fuck me,” she whispered.

“Eve,” he growled before scooping her up like she weighed nothing and carrying her from the shower.

He sidestepped the wet clothes on the floor and headed straight to the bedroom. Eve knew she should be nervous. However, for the first time today, she and her pussy were of one mind. They were ready to be fucked by Enzo DeLuca.

Chapter Twelve

Enzo

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