However, if we have any kind of relationship, it's going to be there.
I'm obsessive. It's why hacking suits me.
But she's not ready for that.
"But it's just because of this danger. Eventually, there'll be no need to be so over the top with protecting you."
Incredibly, she smiles and comes to me, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me. "Thank you, Enzo. Your honesty means the world to me. And as long as we keep being open, then I think things are going to only get better."
Chapter Nineteen
LOLA
Oh,my lord, things have flipped since he told me to walk home.
And playing secretary to his asshole boss is one of the hottest things ever.
Yesterday, he fucked me in the guest powder room downstairs like it was a cubicle at work.
We don't have cubicles, but this is fantasy, and it's as good as when we played at actual work. Before I knew the truth. Before I knew the game.
And I think I find it hotter knowing he and Alex are the same man.
I'm trying to bring Alex into it. I tell Enzo, fantasy boss, I have a boyfriend. He doesn't care.
He taunts me with Alex.
One thing I adore is how his denial isn't just about covering my eyes. Sometimes, like two days ago, he got me hot and bothered and almost coming from kissing him. He stripped me and rocked me against his covered cock and did nothing but talk filthy, nasty things, things he wanted to do to me. And he whispered there was goingto be a day where he tortures me with clit play, but I can't come.
Every second of our kink exploration is divine. It seems mild and loose, the thing that turns us on. But I like it, and I think I could play secretary forever with him.
Even the word is so old and outmoded. Receptionist, personal assistant, there are other terms, but that one, secretary, is perfection for our game.
Our. Us.
My stomach tingles and slips when I think of that.
Us.
Maybe when I get to see the doctor, I can let myself think about an us outside of sex games.
But the sex games keep me safe. From what, I don't know. But maybe they keep me safe from my own heart that always seems to throb harder, louder, every time Enzo walks into a room.
Like now.
"Hello, Lola. Long time. Been busy, you know. How about you?" His gaze moves over me like he's touching me, feeling me up, and my pussy aches.
I come around from where I'm standing behind the desk, and my breath is caught in my lungs.
The ache in my pussy twists into an acute keening as I note his smile isn't quite regular Enzo and isn't Boss Enzo.
"Alex?"
He winks.
My heart swoops and flutters.
He's wearing a deep wine-colored suit, and it's effortless in its modern-cut style. And it suits him down to the ground.
