Page 70 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

Taking my hand, he leads me to the table where Jax is arranging a platter of sliced peaches and a small bowl of caramel. There’s a single chair with a suctioned bar and a soft pillow at one end. The setup feels both elaborate and intimate.

“Jax says there’s only one way you like to drink bourbon,” Enzo says, his lips quirking into a smirk as he hands me over to Jax.

Jax holds a bottle of dark-amber bourbon in one hand, his gaze traveling the length of my body. He takes a slow swig, then steps closer, gripping my hair and tilting my head back. His mouth crashes against mine, the taste of bourbon and heat igniting something deep within me.

We both moan—his low and guttural, appreciating the gift Enzo left for him on my lips. As the bourbon trickles from the corner of my mouth, Jax doesn’t let a single drop go to waste. His tongue follows the trail, licking me clean before he pulls back, his dark-brown eyes smoldering.

“On the table, baby,” he commands, his voice rough but full of promise.

The liquor warms me from the inside out, and the gel Enzo used between my legs has my clit pulsing with need. I already know that as soon as Jax’s mouth touches me, I’ll come undone.

Jax places the bourbon on the table, revealing the carefully arranged platter of peaches and caramel. Enzo adds a bottle of lube to the mix, and together they move to either side of me. Enzo lifts the hem of my nightgown, ensuring it doesn’t bunch beneath me as Jax gently helps me onto the table.

“Lay down, arms above your head, angel,” Enzo instructs, his tone soft but commanding.

I rest my head on the pillow, my arms reaching for the bar suctioned to the table. Before I can process what’s happening, a pair of soft wrist cuffs are secured around my wrists, fastening me to the bar. My heart pounds, both from the vulnerability and the undeniable thrill of what’s about to happen.

Jax picks up a slice of peach from the platter, popping it into his mouth with a smirk at Enzo who grabs Jax’s neck and pulls him into a kiss. They share a glance—something unspoken butcharged passing between them. Jax licks his thumb clean, his cocky grin firmly in place.

Enzo’s warm hands trail up my thighs, spreading them gently. “Let your knees fall to the side, angel,” he murmurs.

I comply, my breath hitching as their gazes roam over my exposed body. The hem of my nightgown rests high on my hips, leaving me completely bare beneath their scrutiny.

Enzo takes a seat in the chair positioned at the end of the table, his large hands caressing the soft skin of my inner thighs. “You have all the control here, Delaney,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “If you want us to stop, just say it. Okay?”

He leans forward to kiss my leg, his lips warm and gentle against my skin. The intimacy of the gesture contrasts sharply with the raw heat in the room.

Jax’s hands move to my breasts, kneading them through the silk of my nightgown before pinching one nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My back arches instinctively, a soft moan escaping me.

“Words, Peach,” Jax urges gently. “If you want us to stop, we need to hear you say it.”

I smirk despite the haze of desire clouding my mind. “Should I use a safe word? Like spatula?”

Enzo chuckles, his grin matching mine, while Jax rolls his eyes. Their banter is grounding, a reminder of the trust woven into this moment.

“Just relax, okay?” Enzo says, his gaze holding mine. His gray eyes are intense, filled with desire and reassurance.

Jax steps to Enzo’s side, watching as his hands slide up the back of Jax’s legs. Enzo leans forward, pressing soft kisses to Jax’s abdomen, inching lower with each one. Jax’s hands thread into Enzo’s dark hair, his fingers tightening as he tilts his head back, his breath hitching.

The waistband of Jax’s pants dips lower on one side, revealing the deep V of his pelvis. Enzo’s lips trace the lines of his hips, his tongue darting out to taste his skin.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Jax groans, his voice rough with need.

Enzo doesn’t respond, his focus unbroken as he moves to the other side, the tension thickening as the fabric lowers further. The dark trail of hair leading downward grows more visible, teasing what’s to come.

When Jax’s pants finally drop, Enzo takes him fully into his mouth in one swift motion. A deep, guttural moan escapes Jax as Enzo works him skillfully, his hand gripping the base as his tongue swirls along the shaft. Jax’s stomach muscles clench, and his hands tighten in Enzo’s hair.

“Christ, Enz,” Jax breathes, his body trembling under the assault of pleasure.

Enzo licks a long, deliberate line up Jax’s length before pausing to drizzle a spoonful of warm caramel syrup over him. The rich amber liquid glides down Jax’s skin, and Enzo follows its path with his tongue, licking him clean as Jax groans above him.

When Enzo stands, his lips find mine in a slow, intoxicating kiss. The taste of caramel lingers on his tongue, mingling with the heat of his breath. My body reacts instinctively, my back arching off the table as I press closer to him.

Jax moves to my side, his breath warm against my skin as he blows gently over my center. I let out a soft moan, and Enzo swallows the sound, deepening our kiss. The tension between us crackles, and when Enzo finally pulls back, I’m left panting, my chest heaving.

He sits up, his hands braced on either side of me. My gaze drops to where Jax is behind him, his hand sliding into Enzo’spants to stroke him. Enzo’s head falls forward, a groan rumbling in his throat.

“Let me see,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire.

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