But so is someone like Enzo or Alex wanting me enough to drive themselves crazy. That I will take.
Enzo's fingers pushing in me were...invasive, unexpected, divine.
And his mouth... Oh. God. His mouth. The pillowy start of the kiss that made me float and then soar as I kissed him back, and pillowy turned right into dark and hard and passionate.
I know I would have done it on that desk, on the floor, against the wall, whatever and wherever he decided to have sex with me if we hadn't been interrupted.
I read over the texts with Alex, and my stomach swoops and twists.
He wants me to...what? Fuck Enzo? Explore whatever it is with Enzo?
Use Enzo as a jumping board into my fantasies that tangle with his?
He wants to fuck me and have Enzo fuck me, too?
I get two guys wanting the same girl. But one guy and then the next? Not even in the same room, one of them not knowing of the other?
Is that the part that turns him on?
I don't think Enzo is any kind of cuck. Then again, I don't think Enzo is boyfriend material.
Nothing in that report of Alex's PI said a word about women. I think there was something...
I go and pull my computer to me and skim through it.
There.
"Enzo dates a lot, but no one remotely steady."
That, to me, sure sounds like a fuckboy.
I suck in a breath.
If he is, and I end up sleeping with him and Alex, does that absolve me of anything like cheating?
I'm aware nowadays that fucking someone isn't automatically exclusive or even a relationship.
Alex... Oh, hell. I don't know what to think of any of this.
Alex is someone I know. He shares his innermost fantasies and thoughts with me. But while he has eaten me out and watched me, we haven't really spoken, and I don't know what he looks like.
But he is easier to read than Enzo, with his dark, mocking eyes that can either turn hard or smoldering at a moment's notice. And when they go through all those emotions, I can't see past the mask.
Alex isn't predictable, though. He constantly titillates and shocks me with his wants, his desires, the things he asks.
They both pull me to them in equal measure.
Thank goodness I'm not falling for either of them.
Because I'm not. Am I?
This is all meant to be fun.
And tomorrow...
The construction site...
Tomorrow is another day.
