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“Hoping.”
“Confident bastard.”
“You came upstairs.”
“I could’ve changed my mind.”
His expression turns serious immediately.
“You still can.”
That wipes the joke right out of me. I touch his face.
“I know.”
“And?”
“And put the condom on before I die of old age.”
His laugh breaks the intensity, but only for a second. He tears the wrapper open and rolls it down his cock. I watch. Of course I watch. I’m a librarian, not a saint. When Enzo comes back over me, one hand settles beside my head while the other slides beneath my thigh. He kisses me once. Slowly. Then his mouth brushes my ear.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I will.”
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
“I will.”
His cock presses against me. My breath catches.
“Bridget.”
“Yes.”
He pushes inside. Slow. So slowly I feel every inch. My fingers dig into his shoulders.
“Holy fuck.”
Enzo stops when he’s fully inside me. His forehead rests against mine.
“Okay?”
I take a breath. Then another.
“Ask me again in about five seconds.”
His mouth twitches.
“Take your time.”
That might be the sexiest thing he’s said all night, which is impressive considering he recently told me to say I wanted him to fuck me. My body relaxes around him. Then I tighten deliberately. Enzo’s eyes close.
“Jesus Christ.”
I do it again. His hand clamps around my thigh.
“Sweetheart.”
