Page 42 of Dirty Deeds

I run the cloth up her thighs and over her pussy, cleaning the remnants of me from her pristine flesh. Then I place the towel on the coffee table next to me and lean forward, taking her hands in mine. I stare at her for a good moment, trying to understand how it’s possible for her to look even more beautiful than when she first opened the door to me.

“Would you believe me if I told you I only came here tonight because it was driving me crazy that I was with you for a good part of the day and didn’t kiss you?”

She laughs.

“You came here in the middle of the night for a kiss?”

“Yeah, I did.”

And I’d do it every night if she let me.

“Well, I guess you got more than you bargained for,” she replies softly, pressing her forehead against mine. “Would it be terribly selfish of me if I asked you to stay?”

I open my mouth to reply but she silences me with a quick kiss.

“Don’t answer that,” she whispers. “We both know you can’t. You shouldn’t even be here. It’s too risky.”

I fucking hate that I finally have her back where I want her and now I have to sneak around.

“I’m starting a big job tomorrow, so I’ll be off the grid for most of the day. But I’ll text you the address. I want you to swing by on Friday before you head to the hospital. Things will be calmer by then and I’ll have time to slip away.”

“Why?”

“So I can fuck you again. And don’t wear panties. I want my come dripping down your thighs when you walk into that hospital room.”

Her teeth sink into her lip and her cheeks flush.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I’ll give you a shirt too just to sweeten the deal.”

“You had me with your come dripping down my legs, but I’ll take a shirt too.”

Such a very good girl.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

DANICA MATTHEWS

“There’s something off with you,”Ro says, drumming her nails against the steering wheel. “I can’t put my finger on it, but you’ve been acting strange since I picked you up. And you’re walking like a duck. Did you fall or something?”

Or something.

I think my vagina is broken, and the insides of my thighs feel like they’re on fire—all compliments of Enzo. Him showing up at my house was unexpected, but I didn’t let the shock of him being there deter me from taking what I so desperately wanted.

And my God was it worth the wait.

The only thing I wish I could change is the fact that he didn’t spend the night. I didn’t like waking up alone. My body as sore as it was, craved more. But I guess that’s karma for you.

I didn’t speak to him much yesterday. Like he predicted, he was inundated with work. But he did call later on just to ask how my day was and to tell me goodnight.

This morning, he called shortly after I woke, though, inviting me to meet him at his jobsite. His deep gruff voice reminded me of all the dirty things he whispered to me while he fucked me, and my body reacted instantly. I couldn’t say no. After a hot shower that soothed my aching muscles, I dressed, choosing another maxi dress, one with a deep slit up my right leg and because I follow directions so well, I didn’t bother with panties.

I stopped off at a bakery, grabbing a variety of donuts, croissants, and some Italian pastries. I didn’t know how many workers Enzo had working with him, when he came to do the work on the boat, it was just him, but his business has taken off since then, and the address he gave me was to a mansion on Todt Hill. My whole house could fit inside one of the bathrooms in those houses. Surely, he had one or two workers assisting him.

It was confirmed when I turned into the circular driveway. I immediately spotted Enzo’s truck and parked right in front of it was a van with a full wrap that read Scotto Construction. He couldn’t drive two trucks—he had workers with him.

I didn’t know if the owners of the house were home so ringing their bell, bakery box in tow, seemed ridiculous. I called Enzo and he came out of the home to greet me. The sight of him had my thighs clenching as I recalled the way his body skillfully moved inside of mine.

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