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Then I come, hard. My cock jerks, and I spill all over her. Thick ropes of cum paint her belly, her mound, her thighs. The thought of her waking up, covered in me, is enough to prolong my orgasm and I keep coming.

Getting off the bed, I sort my clothes before silently moving into the living room, where I find a notepad and a pen in her bag. I quickly scribble out a note.

You thought it was a dream, didn’t you?

It wasn’t.

Next time, you’ll wake up with my cock buried inside you—and you’ll thank me.

—E

I pause in the doorway again, turning to look at her one last time before I leave. “No one will ever make you come like that,” I vow. “Because if they do, I’ll fucking kill them.”

Chapter 27

Piper

Iwake up slowly, blinking against the soft light spilling through the curtains. There’s a strange, delicious ache low in my belly—like I had a really good dream. My limbs feel heavy, warm. Sated.

Stretching, I let my hand brush against the bedside table where I usually keep my phone. Instead of touching the sleek device, paper grazes my skin. I sit up and reach for the folded paper, suddenly wide awake.

The note is written in tight, confident handwriting.

You thought it was a dream, didn’t you?

It wasn’t.

Next time, you’ll wake up with my cock buried inside you—and you’ll thank me.

—E

My skin prickles, a hot wave of… something crashes into me as I read the note. I read it again, as though the words will change if I stare long enough.

My hand flies to my mouth. “Oh, my God!” I scream, as the pennyfinally fucking drops.

He was here. While I was sleeping.

The ache in my body sharpens, memory flickering into sensation. Holy shit. It wasn’t just a very vivid sex dream. Enzo was here. As in, he let himself into what’s supposed to be my home—again.But this time it was while I was sleeping. And he… he… fuck.

I curl up the note and turn to throw it onto the floor.

Why would he come here while I was sleeping? That’s not okay. I’m not okay with it. I barely finish the thought before my core clenches, slick heat pooling between my thighs and my nipples harden into little peaks.

Oh fuck. I’m actually turned on. Disgust curls in my throat—but lower, deeper, everything inside me clenches like my body’s already decided it’s fine with what happened. My mind, though? It’s still putting up a fight.

I run my hands down my body, feeling something crusty on my stomach and thighs. The hell? Did he comeonme?

Leaping out of bed, I run to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I’m trembling as I step under the scalding water, harshly washing myself. I can’t explain it, but I feel unclean.

It takes over half an hour before I’ve calmed down enough to realize two things. One, a shower isn’t going to change a damn thing. Two, Enzo breaking into the apartment and doing… doingthisto me after I made the kinks list is one hell of a coincidence.

And if there’s one thing being his intern has taught me not to believe in, it’s coincidences.

My fingers tremble as I shrug on my robe and brush my teeth. I can’t let go of the thought of being watched, of being scrutinized. It’s fucking unnerving and I want nothing more than to curl up and have a pity party for one.

That’s not on the agenda for today, though. I refuse.

After brushing my teeth, I feel more myself as I stride back into the bedroom and find my phone so I can text Lena.