“Yes.” Running his palms up my thighs, he unsnapped the step-in with deft fingers. “Just like that.” I trembled as he dipped one finger inside me, opening my legs even more. I wanted that finger deeper, wanted to move against it. But he removed it and rubbed its wetness over my clitoris, making everything inside me twist and tighten. Then he slipped the finger back in, deeper this time.

“Oh my God,” I murmured, falling back onto my elbows. Deep inside me, a slow pull began, rendering me thoughtless and needy beyond expression but for a single word—yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Suddenly yes was the most beautiful word in the English language, and I couldn’t stop thinking it. And when he dropped to his knees and put his lips on the inside of my thigh above the garter, I began breathing it, speaking it, the word breaking out in gasps through my open mouth.

Keeping my legs apart with his hands, he kissed his way up one thigh, and then the other. Soft kisses with warm lips and hot breath that made my limbs quiver. With his velvet tongue, he traced a line up the seam at my fiery hot center and then slid a fingertip back inside me. Barely.

I whimpered in protest.

“Beg,” he said.

Before I could release my lower lip from between my teeth to plead with him, he retraced the upward sweep with his tongue, using more pressure. One long, slow stroke that had me writhing in need.

Then he did it again.

And again.

After the third time, which had me moaning his name along with God’s, he lingered at the top, torturing me with decadent swirls and featherlight flicks. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, and the tight ache beneath his tongue was growing too difficult to bear.

“Please,” I rasped. “Oh God, Enzo, just—”

But I lost the ability to speak then, because he plunged two fingers deep inside me, all the way this time. And as he moved them in a steady rhythm, he continued tantalizing me with his mouth, licking and kissing and gently sucking. I threw my head back and the world went liquid and golden as the tightness peaked and every muscle in my body clenched. The orgasm built quickly and roared through me in glorious waves of ecstasy and relief.

While I gasped for air, Enzo stood and undid the cuffs of his shirt. The masculine task had me panting even harder. He dropped the shirt from his shoulders and pulled his undershirt over his head. The sight of his bare sculpted chest sent me reeling.

“Fuck,” I whispered, sitting up to run my hands over his hot skin. He unbuckled his belt, and my insides quickened again. “Why do I want you so badly?” I swept his hands aside and unbuttoned his trousers myself, pushing them and his underwear down just enough to get my hands on him. Shivers rocketed through me as I recalled his promise at the bar… First with my fingers. Then with my tongue. Then with my big, hard cock.

Squeezing the solid column of flesh in both hands, one atop the other, I dragged them up and down, slow at first, and then faster. He grew slicker beneath my fingers, and I loved watching his face as I made him grow harder and thicker and more desperate for me. He closed his eyes, struggling for control. “You want me the same reason I want you,” he growled, taking my hands by the wrists and pinning them back on the desk. Then he wrapped one arm around my hip, pulled me toward h

im and slowly eased his cock into the tight, wet space inside me. “We always want what we can’t have.”

I clutched his shoulders, expecting pain, but I felt none at first, only the sensation of being stretched, and then an exquisite fullness. But just when I thought he was all the way in, he pushed further, making me gasp at the quick, sharp stab deep within. “God, you’re so tight,” he moaned. “It feels so fucking good.”

His words riled me even more, and I moved my hands to his hips to pull him deeper into me. He groaned as if in pain and finally thrust all the way in, both of us crying out at the shock and pleasure of it. Setting a measured rhythm against me, he whispered, “I knew it would feel this good. I told myself not to fuck you, because I’ve never been this hungry for anyone. But when I look at you, I am fucking insatiable. It’s dangerous.”

“What’s so dangerous about me?” I breathed, barely able to talk but thrilling at the sound of his voice, the words he was saying.

“A man…should never reveal his…weakness to his enemies.” He struggled to speak, battling against his body’s need to lose control.

“So which am I—weakness or enemy?” I dug my nails into his skin.

“Both,” he answered, thrusting faster. Sirens went off in my head as my body responded by growing even wetter. We’d have to stop soon, or else—

He froze.

“Fuck.” Pulling out of me, he yanked up his pants. “Fix yourself up, hurry.”

I shook my head, sputtering in disbelief. “What? What?”

“It’s a raid. We have to get out of here.”

I suddenly realized the sirens in my head were actual sirens, probably some kind of alarm system in the club. With shaking hands, I pushed my dress down and hopped to the floor without even doing up the snaps between my legs.

“Listen carefully,” Enzo said, buttoning his shirt. “I’m going to take you out a back door and put you in a car. As soon as I find my driver, he’ll come out to take you home. Damn it, why tonight, of all nights!”

I was thinking the same thing, but it wasn’t just me I was worried about. “What about all the people down there? I can’t leave my friend!”

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