Page 56 of Stick Around,

I leaned down to capture a nipple between my teeth, circling it with my tongue before releasing it with a pop. “I love how you say my name.”

Her legs tightened around me. “Enzo,” she repeated, deliberately this time.

My control slipped another notch. I gripped her hips, angling her to hit the spot that made her eyes roll back. Her body tensed, teetering on the edge.

“Not yet,” I growled, pulling out suddenly.

Her protest died on her lips as I flipped her onto her stomach, bending her over the table. I gathered her hair in my fist, using it to guide her into position as I entered her from behind.

The sound that escaped her was part surprise, part pleasure. I leaned over her, my chest against her back as I established a punishing rhythm, my free hand snaking around to circle her clit.

She pushed back against me, taking me deeper. “Yes, right there. Don’t stop.”

I nipped at her shoulder, marking her. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Her breathing grew ragged, muscles flexing around me as she approached her peak. I fought my own release, determined to feel her come apart first.

The table rocked beneath us, the legs scraping against the floor with each thrust. In some distant part of my mind, I registered that we should probably be more careful with the furniture, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Her arms started to shake, struggling to maintain her position. I pulled out again, turning her to face me. Her pupils were blown wide, lips swollen from our kisses.

“Floor,” I managed between breaths. “Deeper.”

Understanding flashed in her eyes, and she knelt on the tile. I positioned myself behind her, one hand returning to her hair while the other gripped her hip.

I entered her again, setting a pace that had us both gasping. She dropped to her elbows, changing the angle and triggering a string of curses from my lips.

“Harder,” she pleaded, looking back over her shoulder. “Please, Enzo, fuck me harder.”

I gently pulled her head back and slid my other hand to her throat. I wrapped my fingers around it, applying just enough pressure without restricting her breathing.

Her reaction was immediate, her body clenching around me as she moaned. “Yes, like that.”

My thumb traced her jawline as I maintained my grip, my thrusts growing more erratic as I neared my limit. She pushed back to meet each one, her body tensing.

“Come for me,” I growled against her ear.

Her body obeyed, shuddering pleasure overtook her. I felt every pulse and contraction around me, and it pushed me over the edge. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep, my release crashing through me with an intensity that left me seeing stars.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the kitchen floor, both of us breathing like we’d just won a race. I rolled to my back, pulling her on top of me, her hair a wild mess around her shoulders.

For several minutes, we lay there, heartbeats gradually slowing to normal. She traced lazy patterns on my chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“Well,” she finally broke the silence, “that was worth waiting for.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me. “Agreed.”

She propped herself up on an elbow. “Though I think we might have traumatized your kitchen.”

I glanced around at the scattered clothing, the table that had shifted position, and the puddles of water still drying on the floor. I stroked her back, enjoying her skin against mine. “Are we going to tell them that we defiled the kitchen?”

“Then they’ll want details.” Her finger traced a circle around my nipple. “We could always reenact it for them.”

The image that conjured sent heat pooling in my belly again. “Or we could drop increasingly obvious hints at dinner and watch them try to figure it out.”

She lifted her head, eyes gleaming with delight. “Oh, that’s evil. I love it.”

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I bet I can make Kellan choke on his food at least twice.”