Page 58 of His Little Angel

“Fuck, angel,” he mutters, crossing the room fast. “Four hours. I couldn’t think straight. All I kept picturing was you.”

I press myself against his chest, feeling how hard he already is through his pants. “Then don’t wait,” I whisper, my fingers working his buttons open. “I’m right here.”

We are shameless when it comes to sex. We’ve had it everywhere—his office, the twins’ bedroom, our kitchen, random balconies in France… even his brother’s office, for God’s sake.

When we need it, nothing stops us.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts me, carrying me to the desk. Papers crunch beneath me as he sets me down.

The rough fabric of his slacks drags against my clit, making me wetter.

“I need to be inside you,” he says, yanking his shirt off the rest of the way. His chest is all muscle and old scars, my name inked across his skin. “Need to fuck you until I can’t remember why I was pissed off.”

We’d fucked in this office so many times he’d had it soundproofed. He hated anyone else hearing my pleasure. Same possessive Enzo.

I undo his belt, pull his zipper down, and free his cock. I stroke him a few times, and he hisses, eyes closing briefly.

“You’re obsessed,” I say, half-teasing—but it’s true. We both are.

He pushes my thighs apart, lines up, and thrusts in deep. He stills for a beat, breathing hard against my neck.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “Your pussy’s the only thing that makes sense.”

The desk shakes with every thrust. My nails dig into his back as I rock up to meet him, clit grinding against his body.

“God, Enzo—don’t stop,” I moan, because I know he needs this as much as I do.

His fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles that make my toes curl in my heels.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “Can’t go a few hours without this—without you clenching around my cock like you were made for it.”

It builds fast, that tight coil snapping as I come. He follows right after, thrusting deep one last time, groaning as he spills inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath, his forehead pressed to mine. He pulls out slowly, and I feel his cum start to leak out. He reaches down and pushes it back in with his fingers.

“Stay a bit,” he says quietly. “I need you close. Always do.”

I nod, pulling him into a lazy kiss.

I always give him what he wants.

Just like he always gives me what I do.

We are perfect for each other.