Then he slides his other hand between me and the balcony, and he strokes my clit.
I gasp as the pleasure both expands and contracts, down to where he's touching, down to where he's fucking. And he starts to do it in the way that drives me wild.
Steady pressure, twisting and stroking of my clit, his cock slamming in each time the same way.
The ecstasy starts blooming out, and that piercing note of insanity that comes from clitoral stimulation starts and throbs and then explodes.
I come hard, my entire being throbbing as my pussy clenches on his dick in spasms.
"Fuck, yes." He plunges into me one last time before his cock twitches and swells, and the hot blast of cum fills me, almost setting me off again.
I'm legless, unable to find footing as he stays in me, holding me up.
"Looks like you get your promotion. That was...three and a half minutes of decadent dessert."
"Ass," I say.
"You liked it. Wanna try again? This time slow? In my bed?"
"Is that an order?" I ask as he pulls free.
Enzo kisses my cheek. "Yes."
I follow him down the stairs, even though there's the elevator.
There's something sweet about bare feet and just a man's shirt on as he wears his pants with the top button undone.
We go into the kitchen. Lights come on low as we enter.
He curls his hands on my waist and picks me up, depositing me on the island. He pauses to touch the phone Lyndall gave me that now sits in the top pocket. "Expecting a call from some other man?"
"No." I scowl at him. "Maybe."
He drops a kiss on my lips. "I'll kill him."
"I asked Silas for a favor."
"I'll kill him." He glances at me as he opens the fridge door. "Hot chocolate?"
"Dessert."
He grins and moves between the sections of the fridge and freezer. Then presents me with a fork and a plate.
It's a scoop of ice cream and a perfect cake for one. Dark chocolate and a coulis.
I take a bite and end up straight in heaven.
The cake is sinfully good. Rich, dark, fudgy. And the ice cream is white chocolate and candied ginger.
It all comes together like an orgasmic marriage in my mouth.
"Hey," I say as he dives in with his fork. "Mine."
He comes close, lips against my ear. "Learn to share.There are two more in the fridge. Mine and Lyndall's. We can have mine tomorrow. Now, why did you call Silas?"
My phone rings. "Speaking of the devil..."
"Hey, look, I found this Luke Carlo. He's alive, prisoner of Enzo's father, and not in a good way."
