Page 118 of The Masked King

Enzo doesn’t move. His eyes gleam with amusement while he watches me almost face-planting the floor when my foot gets stuck, and he licks his lips. “Did I tell you how sexy you are?”

I roll my eyes. “You should get dressed. I’m not sure they’ll appreciate you following them around naked.”

“I won’t follow them around. I’ll be discreet.”

I chuckle, despite the panic coursing around my veins, and toss his pants at him. “Discreet isn’t a word I’d use to describe you.”

He furrows his brow, his smile still shining through. “Okay, I’ll get dressed if you come here and kiss me first.”

I tug my shirt over my head and glare at him. “Fine. But only because I don’t want you to get arrested for indecent exposure before we get to spend a night together in our new home.”

“It would be a first,” he concedes. “But I have a great lawyer.”

“And an answer for everything.”

I tug my shirt on and go to him anyway because I know I won’t win. I lean over and kiss him, and he pulls me onto his lap, fisting my hair and filling my mouth with his tongue.

When we both come up for air, the buzzer goes again, jolting me back to reality.

I place both hands on his chest. “I kept my side of the arrangement. Time for you to keep yours.” I haul myself onto my feet and dodge his arms as he tries to stop me from getting away.

I’m still giggling, my cheeks aching from smiling so much, the crotch of my jeans saturated with the product of our combined orgasms, when I open the door to find Megan, Gio, and the twins standing there.

Heat rushes to my face, and my skin feels like it’s on fire. “Hi…” I’m stalling, praying that they won’t notice my overheated cheeks and swollen lips as I straighten my shirt. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“We thought we’d surprise you.” Megan hugs me while Valentina and Fiero each wrap their arms around my legs making me a Sabatelli sandwich. “I couldn’t wait any longer to see your new home.”

Gio grins at me and kisses my cheeks as I try to extricate my legs from the twins. “Did we come at a bad time?”

More heat pumps around my body and settles in plain sight in my face. “No!” I blurt out. “I thought you were the rest of our stuff arriving.”

Enzo comes up behind me, wraps his arms around me from behind and nuzzles my neck, totally unfazed by the fact that we were naked two minutes ago. “Aren’t you going to invite our first guests in?” he murmurs in my ear, his breath tickling my neck and raising goose bumps on my arms.

“Yes, sorry.” I stand aside and watch them all pile in, the twins making straight for the palm tree because it’s the only interesting object in the apartment so far.

I sniff the air, and my breath hitches when I smell sex.

But Megan and Gio wander around the living room and peer outside at the terrace, oblivious to my torn panties which I’ve spotted poking out from underneath one of the couches.

I snatch them up quickly and stuff them into my pocket while their backs are turned, my pulse racing. Enzo watches me with a grin on his face, and I flip him the middle finger, which only makes him smile wider.

“It’s beautiful, Demi.” Megan turns around to survey the rest of the apartment with wide eyes. “A new home and promotion. It calls for a double celebration.”

Enzo folds an arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. “DS Payne will take some getting used to, but I’m so proud of my beautiful woman.”

“It was the commissioner’s parting gift before they forced him out.” I shrug. “But I’m excited to work with my new team.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Gio’s tone is serious. “You’ve worked hard for this. You deserve it.”

Warmth settles at my core. When Enzo and I got back together, he said that he would go wherever I was and would live in a shack on the beach if it would make me happy. We settled for a beautiful loft apartment in Manhattan, and summer vacations in Sicily, and he fully supported me staying with the NYPD, provided I didn’t take on any more undercover roles as a sex worker.

It was an easy one to agree to.

“There’s a bottle of champagne in the fridge.” I kiss Enzo on the lips as the twins take his hands and drag him towards the sliding doors that open onto the terrace.

“We want to go outside, Uncle Enzo.”

“But it’s raining,” he protests, shooting a help-me look at Megan over his shoulder. “Mommy won’t want you to get wet.”