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I glance up. His jaw is clenched.

“Slow down.”

I deliberately don’t. His eyes darken. “You’re enjoying this.”

Immensely. I hum around him. Enzo’s entire body jerks. “Oh, you little fucking menace.”

I laugh around his cock. That turns out to be a tactical error.

Enzo catches my shoulders. “Up.”

I pull back. “I wasn’t finished.”

“I know.”

“Then why am I stopping?”

“Because if you keep going, I’m going to come in that smart mouth of yours before I get what I want.”

My pulse jumps. I lick my lower lip. “And what exactly do you want?”

His stare drops to my mouth. Then returns to my eyes. “You.”

“That answer is getting vague.”

Enzo stands. Very slowly. I straighten with him. He towers over me now, shirtless, trousers open, every bit of the polished man from dinner gone.

“Want specifics?”

“Yes.”

He reaches for the zipper of my burgundy dress. I catch his wrist. His gaze flicks down.

“My turn’s not over.”

A dangerous smile appears. “No?”

“No.”

I take his hand and place it against my breast. “Now it is.”

Enzo laughs.

Then kisses me hard enough that I forget why I was trying to win. His hands are everywhere. My zipper comes down. The dress slides to the floor. He kisses my throat while I kick it away.

“You bought me that.”

“I’ll buy another.”

“That is an appalling philosophy.”

“You can lecture me tomorrow.”

My bra follows the dress. Then my panties. Enzo steps back. Looks at me. Three weeks ago, that would have made me want to cover every soft inch. Tonight I put my hands on my hips.

“Well?”

“Turn around.”