Page 44 of Dirty Deeds

When I came, I cried Enzo’s name.

Loud and so fucking proud.

And when he came, he roared mine.

His come filled me and when his cock left me, it trickled down my thighs.

Enzo Scotto was a man of his word.

He dressed while I caught my breath, then he grabbed my dress and pulled it down over my head. There was no gentle clean up like there was in the middle of the night.

“Where’s my t-shirt?” I asked as I fixed my dress.

He gave me a crooked grin, and reached for my hips, pulling me flush against him.

“If you want your shirt, you’re going to have to let me take you out this weekend.”

I wanted nothing more, but one of us needed to be somewhat levelheaded.

“We can’t be seen in public together.”

“Maybe not in New York. A friend of mine has a place out in Jersey. I called him this morning to see if I could convince him to close it just for us. His wife is getting her dream closet next week and you and I are going on a date.”

“But—”

“I like fucking you…no, Ilovefucking you, but I’m at the stage in my life where I want more. Now, I’m thinking you want more too, or at the very least, you want what you should have been having while you were married to that cocksucker. I can give that to you. Iwantto give that to you, so unless you tell me right now you want to end this, you and I are moving full steam ahead. That means I get to take you out. I get to know you—the real you and not the woman on Brent Matthews’ arm. And I get to keep fucking you.”

In that moment I realized I could fall head over heels in love with this man. That he could be the beginning of a new chapter for me and the ending of my story as a whole.

So I agreed to a date and promised I’d call him the moment I left the hospital. But in the back of my head, I wondered if I was making the right call because suddenly his bail being revoked wasn’t the only risk of us being together. The greater threat was what would happen to me if he went to jail. I didn’t want to get attached to this great man only to lose him.

“Hello? Earth to Danica.”

My gaze snaps back to Ro.

Shit.

I got completely lost in my thoughts.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

Studying me, she clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Yeah, I asked you why you were walking funny, and you checked out on me. What the hell is going on with you? Are you nervous about seeing Brent?”

Partially, that’s why I was so relieved she showed up to take me to the hospital. When I left Enzo’s jobsite, I stopped home. I talk a good game, but I couldn’t go to the hospital straight from having had sex with Enzo. I needed to at least throw on a pair of panties.

“Oh my God,” she boasts. “You had sex.”

“What? How could you possibly know that?”

She smirks. “Ah hah! So you did!”

Realizing she tricked me, I groan. It’s not that I didn’t plan on telling her at some point, it’s just…well, I didn’t plan on telling her right before I went to see Brent. She’s never going to let me out of the car without giving her all the details, so I get right into it. By the time I’m done, her mouth is hanging open and we’re two blocks away from the hospital.

“Say something,” I demand. “I’m a filthy slut, aren’t I?”

“Yes, and I say that with so much envy it’s sickening.”

I laugh, swiping a hand over my flushed cheeks.

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