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He’s right. I know he’s right.

There is something about Rafael that fits with us. Not with everything and not every day, but it works. Rafael likes his space and his distance. Enzo and I have our alone time. But when the three of us are together, it’s amazing. It fills a part of me I didn’t realize I needed filled.

Enzo buries his face in my neck, kissing me gently. When he lifts up on his forearms, he looks into my eyes.

“Angel, nothing about this makes me think less of you. This is what I want. All three of us made this decision, we all made this—I won’t say mistake, because it isn’t a mistake. We’re adults. You’re not disgusting. You’re my wife, and you’re carrying my child. Do you think if it’s mine, Rafael will want nothing to do with it? He will. He will love it. He’s in our lives.”

“I know, but—”

He kisses me, cutting off my words. It’s hot and searing, and I don’t want it to ever stop. Enzo slides down my body, sucking a nipple between his lips and causing my back to arch into him.

His hot tongue drags down my body until he’s between my legs and he licks at my clit, slowly and gently. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me for him as he takes his time, licking, kissing, and sucking, until I’m spiraling into a mind-shattering orgasm.

His weight is on me once again, and he’s sliding into me, thrusting so slowly in and out of me.

It’s different. So different from what we’ve done before. It’s always been fast, hard, and quick. But this? Enzo is taking his time, he’s going slow, he’s—

“Angel,” he groans in my ear.

Fuck, I think he’s going to tell me he’s going to come, and I want him to come so badly. It’s only been a couple of minutes, but I don’t care. I want him to feel good. I want to make him feel good.

“Angel,” he repeats softly, dragging his nose along my cheek. “Jordan, I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

My fingers dig into his back, his words sending me over the edge for no reason I can explain. I clench around him, seeing stars as the orgasm rips through me, a soft, low moan escaping my mouth.

Jesus, this man loves me? How in the world did that happen? When did it happen?

“Fuck, angel…” He rolls his hips against me, pulsing inside me, coming too. With his forehead pressed to mine and his chest heaving, he groans. “Fucking hell.”

We’re lying together, neither of us moving. I can’t be sure if I heard him right, or if I had a momentary lapse in sanity.

The only way I’ll know is by asking.

“Do you really love me?” I whisper.

Enzo pushes himself up on forearm, looking down at me with a soft expression. He brushes his thumb along my bottom lip.

“Yes, angel. So much.” He huffs out a laugh. “Probably since the first day I saw you in the club. It’s so hard to explain, but I need you to know this wasn’t just a business decision for me. It’s been so much more from the beginning.”

I lean up to kiss him, tears welling in my eyes again. This is all such a damn mess. How the hell did this get so messy? Everything is tangled and jumbled. I barely pull away from him to say, “That’s why I’m so scared, Enzo.”

“Why, angel?”

“Because I love you too.”

Chapter Sixty

Jordan

I’m not ready for this conversation.

Not even after last night, after what Enzo said. Not after he told me he loved me. Having the conversation was hard enough with Enzo, because it’s more likely the baby is his. We’ve had sex so many times over the last month. Close to forty, if I had to guess. Rafael came in me exactly five times. I thought back on those times, long and hard, and I’m certain it was five.

So five versus forty.

I’ve never been a gambler and I don’t like to take odds into consideration, but I’m not so stupid to think it’s impossible this baby is Rafael’s. Anything is possible, especially when it comes to nature and reproducing.

I don’t know Rafael the way I know Enzo, and maybe that’s my fault. I avoid him because I’m uncomfortable with this situation.