Page 29 of Merciless Oath

I moan, pressing myself flush against the wall. He slides his hands under my ass, hoisting my knees over his shoulders, and I’m suddenly suspended in the air, legs wide open.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as my eyes flutter closed. “Please, Enzo.”

I watch our reflection in the floor-to-ceiling hallway mirror with fascination and lust, just like the last time I touched him.

Enzo’s back muscles ripple with the exertion of holding me up while he buries his face between my legs. I trail my fingers through his silky sun-kissed hair and close my eyes, savoring the feeling of him.

His tongue swirls and licks, exploring every single inch of me. When he settles into a pattern and rhythm I like, I lose control.

“That’s it.” I find my voice again and use it to beg for what I want. “Right there, don’t stop.”

My orgasm hits me so hard I nearly topple us both onto the floor, but Enzo hangs on for dear life, letting me go wild. He moans through my orgasm, the vibrations on my pussy sending me straight into a state of pure bliss.

When I slump in his arms, spent and satisfied, he grins up at me and licks his lips.

“It’s been too long since I’ve tasted heaven,” he says with mock sadness. I give him a playful shove and hop down to the floor.

“So cheesy, Enzo,” I tease. “Cheesecake Factory-level cheesy.”

He bounces up, shoving me against the wall again, and dips his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, and my body instantly begs for round two.

His hard length presses into me through his pants, and I curl my fingers around it. He moans, throwing his head back.

“Come,” I purr, leading him down the hallway to what I assume is the bedroom, still holding onto his pulsing cock. “Time for something a little more respectable.”

“Missionary with the lights off?” he groans, dutifully following me.

“Me riding you properly,” I snort, letting the giggles come out in full force. “In bed, like a lady.”

It feels so good, so safe, to be with him again. That’s something I’ve never been able to achieve with anyone else—not that I dated much after Enzo.

Any casual hookups I had over the last couple of years were fraught with anxiety and feelings of discomfort, but not with Enzo.

With him, I can completely be my stupid, silly self.

He falls onto the bed, jostling himself out of his pants, and beckons me with one finger, winking like a sleazy car salesman.

“Cheesy,” I remind him, climbing onto the bed to join him. “I thought you’d have grown out of this by now.”

“You do something to me, baby,” he whispers into my neck, nipping the delicate skin there. “Be a good girl now and sit that beautiful pussy on my face, will you?”

And just like that, he goes from cheesy and goofy to melt-your-guts sexy.

“I’ll do you one better,” I murmur, licking my lips and sliding the length of him into my waiting mouth.

I wake not with a start, but with a low moan. My hips are sore, my thighs burn, and for a second, I have no idea where I am.

When I hear Enzo’s soft snores beside me, I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering everything that happened last night.

Fuck. It was so good, but probably so bad for me and my stupid, tender heart.

Even though we hashed everything out last night, I need to play it cool. I can’t have him ripped out of my life after I’ve placed all my chips on him again—it’ll destroy me.

Turmoil swirls around my mind, and I’m trapped in his bed, wondering if I should stay or go.

On one hand, this is everything I’ve been dreaming of since he disappeared. On the other? We’re different people now, with bigger responsibilities, more liabilities, and a child who needs constant protection from the world she’s growing up in.

I make up my mind and carefully slip out of bed.

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