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She grinds her hips into me, meeting me at every thrust, and the added sensation sends both of us over the edge. I throw my head back, spinning in a world of stars, while my body is firmly lost in Lenny’s touch.
She screams my name, biting down on my neck, and it pushes me to climax.
We lean into each other, trying to get our ragged breathing under control. When I pull out, I feel the rush of cold air against me and gasp.
We quickly adjust our clothing and wander back through the grove hand in hand.
“I wish we could do this every day,” Lenny says dreamily as we approach the house.
“I don’t think the frostbite on my ass agrees.”
“So that was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, then?”
I nod vehemently, pulling her into the main house and toward the fireplace. I mean, it was fun and hot and new, but I prefer the comfort of the indoors.
“I want a lifetime of once-in-a-lifetime experiences with you,” she whispers, pulling me against her.
I couldn’t agree more.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Valentina
A buzzingnear my head tears me out of my sleep, and I swat at the nightstand aimlessly. Instead of hitting a bug, my hand connects with Enzo’s phone, and it clatters to the ground.
He rolls over, groaning, and pulls me into his body, holding me tight.
“Enzo,” I protest, pulling away even though all I want is to stay. “Wait, your phone.”
“I don’t care,” he mumbles. “Too early.”
“But it might be her,” I say, dangling my body off the bed and feeling around for his phone on the floor.
Goosebumps break out over my skin as the chill of the room hits me.Nope, don’t wanna get out of bed. Wanna stay here all day.
Finally, my fingers curl around his phone, and I tumble back into bed, holding it up triumphantly. I wave it in front of his face, but he squeezes his eyes shut and snuggles harder into my body.
“Enzo…”
“Fiiiiine,” he moans, holding his palm out. “Let’s see what our biggest fan has to say today.”
He flops onto his back and unlocks his phone as I bury into his chest, steeling myself for another threat from The8—Alexandra, I remind myself. The phone drops onto the bed, narrowly missing my head.
“What the hell…” I start, about to scold him.
“Jesus Christ, she’s insane,” Enzo whispers.
“What is it?” I ask, barely breathing. He silently hands me the phone, and my mouth falls open.
I stare at Alexandra, every single naked inch of her, stretched out on Enzo’s bed in his penthouse. I can even see the view of the city behind her through the windows.
“She’s sending you nudes from your own bedroom?” I whisper. “That’s pretty fucked up.”
“I don’t want this,” he groans. “I don’t want to see this. Ugh, she’s in my bed, Lenny.”
“Well, it’s official.” I laugh, propping myself up on one elbow. “You’re moving… and burning that bed.”
“Definitely,” he agrees glumly. “I think that penthouse is cursed anyway.”