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“I fucking love you,” I panted, my breath shallow and my heart in my throat.

“I know you do. That’s why you’re gonna come for me.” He licked my lips, moving his head when I tried to turn it into a kiss.

“Don’t tease me,” I pleaded hoarsely. “Please…kiss…me, Sin.”

His face softened and I knew he relented the second he groaned, “Fuck, baby.”

Those were the last words either of us spoke before our tongues sought each other out and we lost ourselves in a nasty French kiss as our bodies rocked.

And rocked.

And stilled.

My orgasm built, my muscles contracted and my balls tightened with the need for release. But I wouldn’t—couldn’t—come without him.

Panting, we pulled away from the kiss and locked eyes again.

“You gone come for me?”

Throat dry, eyes burning, and heart pounding, I nodded and shifted so I could rut against him from below.

Sincere’s eyes dipped low, until they were almost slits and then that little telltale frown furrowed his brows.

“Ahh, shit,” he moaned, dropping his forehead against mine. Then he wined his hips in a slow circle, pushing his dick up and against mine. “Yes, Enzo—shit. Just like that.”

The pressure building was almost painful at this point. And I wanted—no,needed—to come with him. Needed to feel him freeze up and let his cum paint my stomach so I knew I made him feel as good as he made me feel.

Finally, I gave in and threw caution to the wind, seeking the pleasure we both craved.

I jerked my hips against his, fast and hard, driving us to a simultaneous orgasm that left my head spinning and eyes watering.

Oh, fuck.That was perfect.

It was always perfect with him.

Ropes of cum shot out of us, wetting up my stomach and his. Satisfaction trickled through me, a slow smile spreading my lips.

Sincere stayed on top of me for a while, his forehead still resting against mine until his breaths became more than desperate pants as he rode out the aftershocks of our shared release.

Loosening my hold on his waist, I kept my left arm around him in a lazy grip and reached up with my right hand to cup the side of his face.

Hisperfectfucking face. I would do anything for this face.

“Morning, baby,” he murmured softly.

“Morning, Sin.”

We kissed again, quickly, before we rolled out of bed and went to clean up in the bathroom. After a quick shower together, we stood at our sinks, brushing our teeth.

Sin paused with his toothbrush lifted in front of his mouth.

“Was I drunk or was there a stranger in our house when we got back from the restaurant last night?”

“You were drunk,” I confirmed, sending him a lazy smile through the mirror. “Webothwere. But therewasa stranger in our house last night and she’s sleeping in our guest room right now.”

It was funny because we’d gone out to celebrate Rome’s apothecary anniversary and he ended up DD’ing for us like he always did. Even when I offered to get us a car for the drive home, he claimed the one glass of red wine was enough for him for the night.

“Shit, I thought I was hallucinating.”