I smile. “More than okay.”
He helps me up gently, mindful of my shoulder, the contrast to how he just used me making my heart clench.
Once I’m standing, he brushes a soft kiss across my lips—then sinks to his knees.
My back hits the shower wall. His hands grip my hips.
“Tesoro,” I sigh as he leans in, tongue teasing my clit.
He plays with me. Licks and withdraws. Just enough to make me whimper.
“Enzo, please…”
He chuckles against me
Then devours me—the way he sucks my clit, the subtle scrape of his teeth. His mouth is relentless, and when he slides two fingers inside, curling them just right, it’s over.
I sob through the orgasm that crashes over me, my knees giving out. But he holds me up, never stopping until I’m shaking.
Bang.
“Just friends my ass,” Nate’s voice calls through the door.
Fuck.
The heat vanishes in an instant, replaced by mortified silence.
A laugh bubbles up, bursting from my throat. Enzo grabs the soap, lathering it between his hands before slathering it over my body—massaging my breasts and ass with far more enthusiasm than necessary.
We finish showering quickly, giggling like kids, then step out and wrap ourselves in the only towels available: fluffy pink ones. Enzo, with hot pink tied low around his hips, looks almost comically out of place—ridiculous and somehow still stupidly hot.
With no clothes in the bathroom, we make a break for the hallway—thankfully avoiding witnesses—and dig through the bags for something dry. Once dressed, we head downstairs and find Nate and Carina lounging in the living room.
My cheeks heat instantly when I catch their knowing grins.
“Do you share showers with all your friends?” Nate asks. “Or just the special ones?”
Enzo huffs a laugh. “You’re a child.”
We drop onto the couch opposite them.
“Thanks for letting us stay,” I say, steering the conversation elsewhere.
Carina waves me off. “It’s no trouble. Tess is hormonal as fuck right now—you don’t want to be around her too long.”
Technically, Tess would’ve been the obvious choice—Enzo’sfamily and all—but we didn’t want to intrude with the baby on the way.
Enzo scowls. “That’s my sister you’re talking about.”
Carina just grins. “You’ll see what I mean.”
The rest of the evening blurs into laughter and warmth. We order Chinese takeout, devouring noodles and dumplings while Nate recounts their last kill like a dramatic stage monologue.
“This guy—he had the nerve, theaudacity, to call my princess a whore while I was slicing into his chest.”
He gestures wildly, as if we’re watching a play.
“I wasn’t letting that slide. Hell no. No one insults Carina. So, I cut out his tongue. Made him eat it. Took a play from Carina’s book—remember the time you sliced off Simon’s cock and fed it to him?”
