“Wait! You still haven’t signed the contracts,” Lourdes shouted.
“Have your people call my people,” Enzo said.
“We have the same peo—” Lourdes growled just as the door shut between them.
“What do we do first?” Seven asked as they entered Enzo’s office. “Discovery is gonna take weeks. What do we do in the meantime?”
Enzo closed his door, then hung up his coat before addressing Seven. “Well, for starters, we’re not waiting on discovery. I’ll have Drucilla start drafting the motion, but we might as well get a headstart.”
Seven’s brows went up, and he eyed him suspiciously. “What doesthatmean?” Enzo fell into his office chair, hitting the button on the remote, watching as his blinds began to close. Seven snorted. “That doesn’t look sus at all. The two of us in here alone with the blinds shutandthe door closed?”
Enzo grinned at him. “I don’t care what it looks like. I closed the door for your comfort, not mine. Come here.”
Seven frowned but floated closer, gasping when Enzo’s arms went around him, pulling him into the chair until he straddled his hips. His hands instantly fell to his ass like, squeezingappreciatively. Seven lightly slapped at his arm, wiggling in his grasp. Enzo laughed.
“Stop squirming, or this is going to get much more scandalous than intended,” Enzo warned.
Seven went limp in his arms with a huff. “It’s always scandalous with you,” he muttered.
Before Enzo could say anything to counter the claim, Seven dropped his head to Enzo’s shoulder, burrowing his face into his neck before inhaling deeply.
“Whacha doin’?” Enzo asked, hands soothing up and down Seven’s back.
“Sniffing you,” Seven said, voice muffled against his skin.
Enzo chuckled softly. “Why is that, exactly?”
“Makes me feel better,” Seven replied.
It was such a casual statement, but it made Enzo feel like he’d been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer. His arms tightened around the boy, tilting his head to rest against Seven’s. His ability to disarm Enzo with a single sentence was dangerous but so incredibly addicting. He’d never thought it was possible to feel this deeply about another person.
He loved his family; he’d kill or die for them. But for Seven, he’d cut out his own beating heart and hand it to him if he asked. Seven had threatened to eat that heart in front of him if he betrayed him ever again, but Enzo was already in way too deep. Seven owned him, body and soul. He could get Enzo to do just about anything. All Enzo cared about was keeping Seven happy.
Seven gave another deep sigh.
Enzo’s fingertips slipped beneath Seven’s sweater, tracing the knobs of his spine. “Are you okay, baby?”
He felt Seven shrug. “I’m not gonna, like, swan dive off the roof or anything.”
Enzo laughed softly. “That’s a pretty low bar, brat.”
Seven didn’t answer, just pressed a chaste kiss over Enzo’s pulse point. It was an oddly intimate gesture. But Enzo supposed it all was. When Seven didn’t continue their talk, Enzo just held him, his hands learning the geography of the younger man’s body, noting how soft his skin was.
“Can I ask you a weird question?” Seven asked after a while.
Enzo frowned, unsure where the conversation was going. “You can always ask.”
“Do youfeellike a grown-up?”
The question was so far from Enzo’s expectations that he laughed, earning a poke in the ribs that made him grunt. “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting…that.”
It was his use of the word grown-up versus adult that had Enzo chuckling. It made Seven sound even younger than usual.
When Enzo didn’t answer fast enough, Seven prodded. “Well?”
Enzo frowned. “I’m thinking, bossy britches. Give me a second to gather my thoughts.”
“Well, hurry up,” Seven mumbled.
