Page 97 of Highball and Chain

She nodded.

“Tell me.” I slapped her perfect ass.

“Enzo…” Shanna sagged forward, but I urged her upright until her back pressed against my chest.

“Tell me, Shanna. Tell me what you want.” I cupped her mound and circled my middle finger over her sweet spot until she trembled in my arms.

“More, I… yes... keep doing that.”

I slowed our rhythm and held my hand still. “Doing what, babe?”

Letting out the sexiest whimper I’d ever heard, she covered my hand with hers in an effort to get me moving.

“Uh uh uh.” I grinned at her reflection.

“Please, Enzo…”

“Please what?”

“I’m so close. Please, harder. I need it harder.” She rocked her hips.

I obliged.

Shanna tensed and closed her eyes.

“Look at me.”

Meeting my gaze once again, she drew a breath and pressed her head back against my shoulder. It was too much, the added sensations, the sounds she made, her writhing in my arms. The pressure built inside me until I couldn’t hold back. Staring at her gorgeous reflection, I had no choice but to give in to the pleasure.

Shanna moaned my name and followed me over the edge.

I scooped her into my arms, laid her on the bed, and stretched out beside her. Heart pounding, throat tight, I drew her back into my arms and whispered, “I adore you.”

She pulled away just enough to study my face. “It doesn’t count if you say it after sex.”

Grumbling, I reached for my cell on the nightstand.

“What are you doing?”

“Setting an alarm so I can tell you how much you mean to me again in an hour, and every hour after that until it counts.”

Her smile lit the room. “I like the sound of that.”

Caressing her cheek, I whispered, “And I like making you smile. In fact, I love making you smile so much, I plan to keep doing it for a long time.”

“Everything is so complicated. How—”

“No buts. No hows. No worries. Not tonight. Let’s pretend there is nothing standing in our way for the next few hours.” I wanted to promise her everything would work out, that we’d overcome the odds, that we’d get our happily ever after, but I couldn’t. Not yet.

“A few hours locked away from our crazy lives sounds like heaven.” Shanna’s phone rang.

“Don’t answer it.” I held her tighter.

“I have to. It could Mrs. Dixon calling about my cat.” She gave me a quick peck and scrambled to retrieve her phone from her shorts. “Hello?”

I didn’t need to hear the other end of the conversation to know she’d received bad news. It showed in every shaky breath she took.

She paled, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Where is he?”

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