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Another thrust.

“Because I’ve been trying to behave for three fucking weeks.”

I laugh breathlessly. “This is you behaving?”

“No.”

That word sends a shiver through me.

His mouth crashes into mine. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. The rhythm changes. Faster now. The city lights blur behind him. His hair falls forward over his forehead, and his jaw tightens with every thrust.

This is the version of Enzo nobody at those restaurants sees. No tailored suit. No perfect manners. No charming smile. Just a man losing control because of me. I love that too.

His hand slides between us. Finds my clit. I jerk.

“Fuck.”

“There.”

“Don’t get smug.”

“Too late.”

“You’re impossible.”

His fingers circle. I tighten around him. Enzo curses.

“You keep doing that.”

“What?”

“That.”

I do it deliberately. His eyes close.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Working on it.”

I laugh. He thrusts harder. The laugh becomes a moan.

“Still funny?”

“Yes.”

He rubs my clit faster.

“No.”

“Come for me.”

“You are such an asshole.”

“And you’re close.”

“I hate when you’re right.”

“I know.”