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She mumbles a little, her eyes opening. She looks dazed.

“What happened? I think I passed out,” she whispers.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry,anima gemella.I should have stopped.” The guilt hits me hard and fast.

“You finished?” Her pussy clenches around me.

“Yes,” I admit, a bit ashamed.

She cups my face, her pussy clenching around me again. “I lied. That’s the hottest thing. I don’t know why, but that has me ready to go round two. Maybe see if you can make me pass out again.”

I laugh, resting my head on her chest. “I’m an old man. I need a break.”

She giggles. “I need to get up and take care of girl things.”

Moving off of her, I let her up. She hustles toward the bathroom, still in that lingerie set. The thong is stretched way out, but I love the sight. It’s proof of a good job.

When she comes back into the bedroom, I pass her, going to take care of my own business.

By the time I make it back to bed, Serena is under the covers. I slide under with her, pulling her to me, smiling when I find her naked.

“No more clothes in bed,” she murmurs sleepily.

“Deal.”

Then I drift off into a blissful sleep with my girl in my arms.

ChapterSeventeen

Icome to a stop in front of a brownstone and check the address on my phone one more time. Sure enough, it’s the right place. Putting my phone in my pocket, I stare up at the house. The neighborhood is quiet and peaceful, perfect for raising a family. For some reason, I find it funny that there is a welcome sign leaning next to the door when the owner is a made man. The door opens, and a beautiful woman steps outside. Her long blonde hair is in waves around her shoulders, and she wears a welcoming smile.

“Serena, right?” she asks warmly.

“Hi, Danica?” I say as I finally convince myself to move from where I was standing. Walking up the stairs, I hold my hand out to Enzo’s wife. “Thank you for inviting me.”

She brushes by my hand and pulls me into a hug.

“Oh,” I say as I awkwardly hug her back.

She laughs. “Sorry, I’m a hugger. Come on in. Greer and our friend Rosa are already here, and the others should be too.”

“Awesome.”

I follow her inside the house, and I’m instantly impressed. The place is far from stuffy. It’s clean but you can tell a family lives here.

“Hey, Serena. You found the place okay?” Enzo asks as we step into the kitchen.

“I did. You have a lovely home,” I tell him as I squeeze the straps of my purse.

Unfortunately he doesn’t miss the action. Enzo’s lips twitch and he raises a brow. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Sure.”

Danica claps. “Enzo is so good at picking out wines, thanks to his time spent in Italy. Do you prefer red or white?”

“I honestly don’t know. Surprise me.” I shrug.

I know it’s ridiculous, but for some reason not knowing whether I prefer red or white makes me feel inadequate.

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