Page 61 of The Prizes We Win
Her eyes light up as she looks up at me. “Oh my god, I thought you’d never ask.”
Joe hands me her drink and I set both of ours down on the coffee table after finishing mine and grab the remote. As I search for one of the movies she nuzzles deeper into my side. “Oooo how about Fantastic Beasts?”
“That’s not Harry Potter,” I grumble.
“Same thing.”
I look at her in shock. “You did not just say that?”
She snorts a laugh. “Country fan and a little nerdy… I like it.”
Smiling, I roll my eyes and press play. “Just shut up and get in here.”
She nuzzles deeper into me, and then a commotion sounds from upstairs followed by an, “Enzo, now is not the time to touch my dick. Just get in the shower!”
Joe and I share a look then we bust out into laughter.
I laugh deep and loud. The first real and true laugh I’ve had in days.
And it feels fucking good.
The opening scene starts to play, and I hear Joe take a deep and relaxed breath. I gently kiss the crown of her head before resting my cheek there. We sit in silence and watch the movie. It doesn’t take more than ten minutes for her body to relax and her soft snores to float through the room.
And only a few minutes later, I fall asleep right along with her.
41
Josephine
“Lorenzo Santoro, if you don’t cut it out right now—”
“Sweetheart…” he groans desperately into my neck. “I’m dying here, and seeing you in thisreallyisn’t helping.”
His hand works its way further down my panties and the other grabs my breast through the matching plum-colored silk cami. I can’t help but lean my head against his shoulder
It’s been three weeks since we found him. And every day that passes he’s gotten stronger. He’s doing better than any of us could have hoped for. But I think it’s safe to say his patience is dwindling. He’s pretty much been bouncing around since day four when we couldn’t do anything else to keep him in bed. Sebastian threatened to tie him down, but all Enzo had to do was hit him with the sad eyes and Sebastian caved.
He’s been like a rampant toddler ever since.
Which is exactly why he snuck up behind me, in nothing but a low-rise pair of sweats, while I’m getting ready for bed in my new bathroom.
Enzo’s tongue licks along the slope of my neck as I narrow my eyes at him through the mirror. “Enzo…” I moan his name. My face says stop but my tone says keep going.
Because as much as I don’t want him to push himself, my god have I missed his touch.
“Just one little taste,” he whispers into my ear, and shivers roll up my spine.
“What exactly is going on in here?” Dante’s deep voice booms.
I’m half-expecting to find a pissed-off look on his face, considering how anal he’s been about Enzo’s recovery, but when I spot his face through our reflection in the mirror I see the upturn of his lips and lust burning in his hazel eyes as he leans against the door frame.
“Amore Mia?” he asks.
“Don’t look at me, I—” Enzo runs his finger over my clit, not even bothering to stop now that he’s been caught. I let out a soft moan and Dante pushes off the door frame and walks toward us. “I was just trying to get ready.” I set my brush down and grip the edge of the counter with both hands.
“Lorenzo?” Dante’s eyes heat as he looks at him through the mirror.
Enzo doesn’t remove his hand as he looks at Dante. “Doc said I was good to resume normal activity as long as I’m not in any pain.”
