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“Fuck, Enzo…” she whispers on what feels like a dying breath, her body shaking, scent still tight around me, dragging out every last drop.

Finally, we both fall into a consumed heap on the lounger.

She settles next to me, in the crook of my arm, and wraps her long leg across my body, making circles around my chest, but I know she isn’t calm. We’re both still shivering with the experience. My heart isn’t slowing in the least like it should, because we might have finished one thing, but we’ve started something much bigger.

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In the end,Enzo and I made our way back up to his place where I wake up the next morning, sore between my legs and my jaw is tight. I’m not sure there’s a place inside my body Enzo hasn’t been.

I wake up first and can’t help but stare at his immaculate bone structure and thick lashes. He’s carved by the angels, and now, he’s become one.

I wasn’t prepared for how much further I’d fall after having sex with him, but the puddle of emotions I am now, simply staring at his profile and the way a sliver of light through the curtains dances on his lips, is enough tomake me faint.

Am I lame that sex made me feel closer to him? I’m pretty sure it’s normal. I hope it’s normal for him, too. If not, it’s going to be even harder on me when I tell him about the text. If he’s angry, it will ruin me.

Just then, my deep thoughts are interrupted by a low mechanical hum, and his curtains draw open automatically; warm morning light floods the room.

Enzo rustles now, too, stretching his arm that’s underneath me, but he doesn’t open his eyes, he simply turns his head, searching for my lips, and I press a kiss to him.

“Sorry about the curtains.” He combs his fingers through those hot, disheveled black locks, eyes still shut. “I forgot to turn off the timer.”

I glance at the clock beside his bed and his sexy glasses folded beside. “Do you always get up at six on the weekends?”

He opens those intense brown eyes. “Five if I’m working. I don’t like the stable hands doing my horse every day so I take care of her on the weekends. Animals wait for no man. Honestly, she’ll already be kicking the door down when I get out there.”

“Can I come? You can teach me to clean the stable and stuff? I enjoyed our ride the other day but I’d love to learn about being a cowboy.”

He kisses my forehead. “You thought I was going to let you lie in bed all day?”

“Only thing is I get hangry very easily. Do we have time to eat?”

He rolls over on top of me, and I giggle. “For you, I’ll make time.”

He nestles his dick between my legs.

“I think I need to be iced down there after the night we had.”

“No rush, baby…”

The way he presses his lips to mine with so much tenderness is more than I bargained for. Maybe men do get attached, too.

“I got you…” He rolls off and stands, dick half hard.

I wish I had it in me to ride him again but I think I’m raw down there now.

“Omelet?” he asks, while walking into his deep closet. When he emerges he tosses a t-shirt at me.

I wiggle it in my hand. “I could just walk to the room next door and get dressed.”

“Wear the t-shirt.”

I follow him into the kitchen, ass cheeks hanging out, because even though Enzo is a lot taller than I am, I’m still a tall woman. But I love letting it hang out for him because the way his gaze snags on me over and over again is an appreciation I’ve waited years to have. I’m not shy about my body. Maybe I should have been, but perhaps being so sheltered, not having had to deal with how shitty men act toward women in real life, or even really see how my peers would have judged me, I didn’t have to deal with anyone criticizing my body. I was allowed to live in the fantasy world of men who looked at their women that way Enzo looks at me.

The last twenty-four hours have been real-life fiction.

With just as much drama around the corner. Should I tell him before we go to the stables?

He dips into his fridge, pulling out some eggs and some fresh herbs. He places the pan on the stovetop and pours in some oil, then pops on the gas.

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