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Lorenzo sucked at my neck, pulling me up until I wrapped my legs around his waist. The pulse at my center demanded the closeness so I welcomed it.

“You want to come for me, Goldy?”

Why would he ask me that? Of course I wanted to come for him. And I didn’t care that we were in this wide-open kitchen where anybody else in the house could walk in on us at any given moment.

“Ineedto come for you,” I answered, loving the way he hissed at my brazen rearrangement of his words.

He wedged his hand between us, wasting no time as he pushed my shorts away from my center and stroked a finger against my throbbing clit.

“Enzoooo,” I cooed, arching into the contact.

“Fuck, Goldy. You’re so sensitive.”

The second pass of his finger over my clit made me release a desperate cry and throw my head back.

“Look at me, mamas. The only thing I wanna see when you come for me is your pretty face.”

I crashed my lips against his, my mouth urgent and demanding. And he reciprocated, giving me what I wanted while his fingers worked between my legs, pushing past my slippery lips and pumping in and out of me.

“You’re so fucking wet, Goldy. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the sounds this perfect pussy makes when you’re about to come for me.”

Panting against his lips, I begged for release, grinding against him to speed up the inevitable. “Enzo, please?—”

Footfalls on the staircase pulled us out of our reverie, and Lorenzo took his time freeing his hand from between my legs. When he did, he raised his fingers to my lips and pushed until I opened my mouth, tasting myself on his skin. Then he dropped me to my feet and stared at me like he hadn’t just left me hanging over the edge. My pussy still quaked with the need for release, but I forced my ragged breathing to even out as the footsteps grew closer.

“We have all night to fix that pout on your face, Goldy,” Lorenzo promised with a smirk. “Now feed me another cherry, mamas.”

Another week passedand instead of spending Saturday night on the couch sandwiched between Enzo and Sin watchingBraxton Family Values, I was tucked away in the kitchen, eating cheesecake alone while they entertained guests for a dinner party.

Everyone was spread between the dining room and living room, chatting in small groups, and while I’d spent the first half of the night happily hanging off Sincere’s arm while he introduced me to all of Lorenzo’s business associates, I’d finally snuck away to take a breather after the tenth introduction.

There were over thirty people here, but because the house was so huge, the party barely seemed bigger than a family dinner.

Lorenzo had kept an eye on us, his gaze bright every time it landed on us before he went back to making sure his guest were good. Apparently, this was a thing they did every year, regardless of whether they were in King’s Town or Bliss Peak.

Since Lorenzo was a consultant for multiple clients and not tied down to one company, he liked hosting a dinner party twice a year to show his appreciation for their business. Once in the summer and again in the winter, closer to Christmas.

And that was what my mind decided to fixate on.

The Christmas party.

The Christmas party I wouldn’t be around for because my time with Sincere and Enzo would be over three months prior to that. The realization sat in the pit of my stomach like a lead weight.

I peeked out of the kitchen, catching a glimpse of Sincere near the entrance, receiving praise for the desserts he’d prepared and a smile washed away some of my unease. The dinner had been catered, but Sincere volunteered to make a few desserts at the last minute, and hearing the compliments he received made pride bloom in my chest.

His shy smile and acceptance made it that much sweeter. He deserved all the praise, even if he did look like he was searching for an escape route to get away from it.

My lips quirked when Lorenzo appeared at his side, kissing his temple before taking over the conversation with a practiced ease.

They looked so in love.

Theywereso in love.

This was their norm. Their life.

And soon, I would be a memory while they carried on with their norm.

Everything I’d eaten tonight threatened to claw up my throat and make a messy reappearance, so I bowed my head and looked away.