Page 55 of Dirty Deeds

“I don’t want you to move either.”

He presses his lips to my head again.

“Then I won’t.”

And we don’t until the sun comes up the next morning and he carries me into the shower. We fuck against the glass doors, again on the vanity, then we move back to bed. I suck his cock. He eats my pussy. We break for breakfast and do it all over again and again.

It’s perfect.

It’s nothing I’m used to and everything I didn’t know I wanted.

It’shim.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

ENZO SCOTTO

“I forgot to tell you,”Danica starts, pausing to drag a brush through her tangled hair.

I fold my hands behind my head and enjoy the view. I have never been more content in my life. First dates are usually uncomfortable, that’s why I’ve always avoided them. Who the fuck wants to watch a woman pick at a salad for two hours? But my first date with Danica was nothing like that. We didn’t tiptoe around one another or engage in boring conversation. There was no lettuce pushing. We genuinely had a good time, so much so, that I couldn’t help but picture us doing it for the rest of our lives. Odd, considering I’ve always rolled my eyes at those couples who post a picture and tag the hashtagdatenightto the caption.

But I get it.

After a long work week, juggling kids, and doing whatever else makes a life whole, you look forward to that one night where you can cut loose and just be with the one you want most.

You look forward to seeing your woman all dolled up, knowing she did it for you and only you.

You look forward to her smile, knowing you’re the man who put it there.

And you look forward to going home with her, knowing no one else gets to see her as she loses her body to yours.

I’m a fan of date night.

If I was a social media type of guy, I’d snap a picture of Danica right now and hashtag the shit out of it.

“He was nice.”

Wait…what?Who?

She turns around, placing her hands on her hips and cocks her head to the side as she stares at me with a playful expression on her gorgeous face, still flushed from the last time I fucked her.

“You didn’t listen to a word I said.”

“No,” I admit, my eyes raking over her. If I could send her out in the world wearing nothing but my t-shirt, I’d do it. Let every man know she’s mine. Maybe I can get Riggs to rebrand my company again. I think Danica on a billboard with a hard hat and my tee would be a marketing success.

Shit, I’m doing it again.

I shake my head and sit up just as she puts her knees on the bed and crawls over to me. She takes a seat on my lap and winds her arms around my neck.

“I was saying a private investigator from your lawyer’s office paid me a visit before our date.”

That makes my back go straight. Sensing my unease, she smooths a hand down my chest.

“It’s fine. He just had some questions. Apparently the lawyers won’t have access to the statement I gave the police until all the discovery comes in.” She inches forward, sliding her hand back up my chest. “They’re getting ahead of the case. It’s a good thing.”

“My lawyer didn’t mention anything to me.”

“Well, she’s doing her job. Maybe this will be over sooner than we think.”

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