Page 36 of The Prices We Pay (Vittori Enterprises #1)

Enzo

M y smile is a mile-fucking-wide as the two of them look over at me like deer in the headlights.

I quickly close the door behind me, even though I know nobody else is on this floor of the building.

Considering the sound of Joe’s moans is forever ingrained in my psyche, I knew the noise the moment I heard it.

They might have thought they were being quiet, but not quiet enough.

I quickly gave Clara the rest of the afternoon off, telling her we were all going home early—not wanting her to hear sounds that were meant only for our ears.

“If this doesn’t just make my day,” I say dramatically, making my way across the office toward the two little daredevils. “Seems I have a habit of catching you in the act, Sweetheart.”

Joe looks at me entirely unashamed, and I fucking love it. Dante, though, his entire body blushes as if I’ve just caught him with his hands in the metaphorical cookie jar.

Well—

No. If I say that, she will literally reach out and punch me in the dick.

He does still have his hand wrapped around his monster cock, though.

Joe’s fully naked, save for a delicious-looking white bra, and Dante’s missing only his shirt.

He’s got his pants pulled down slightly, showcasing the top of his toned ass.

She has her legs wrapped around his lean waist, and both of them are still panting.

Not that I’m surprised. I came in here the moment I stopped hearing their cries of pleasure.

But what does surprise me is what I see covering Joe’s stomach, and it sends a shot of electricity straight to my dick.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” My eyes move from the pool of cum on Joe’s stomach to make eye contact with her.

Christ, she looks fucking stunning. All flushed and glistening from sweat.

Her hair is disheveled, and I can see a faint purple mark forming on her neck.

Not to mention, her eyes look completely and utterly content—blissed out from the earth-shattering orgasm Dante just gave her.

And when I quickly look over at Dante, behind the embarrassment of being busted, I find myself thinking the same thing about him.

Knowing what I want and unable to resist myself, I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt, not missing the way Joe’s eyes seem to come back to life at the sight of my forearms. Dante’s still got a firm grip on her hips; fuck it if I can’t find it within me to care.

Hinging at the hips, I stick out my tongue and run it over her naval, letting Dante’s cum coat my taste buds.

I feel Joe’s stomach tense, and she lets out a wanton moan.

And the sound that leaves Dante’s lips has the same effect on my dick as the noises she’s making.

I’m not sure if it’s from watching her face or if the sight of me lapping up his cum on her skin is turning him on just as much as it is for Joe and me, but I’d like to think it’s both.

Once I’ve cleaned up every last drop, I stand and lick my lips. Once again, smiling ear to ear as the two of them stare at me, jaws agape. “Fucking delicious.”

“Ummm… well, that was hot as fuck,” Joe pants.

I dare myself to look back at Dante, momentarily afraid I might have pushed it too far, but am pleasantly surprised when I see him staring at me—pupils blown wide and jaw set in a hard line.

He’s not pissed. He’s turned on.

But because I like to push every last button he has, I shoot him a wink and say, “Next time, you can give mine a try, Big Daddy.”

And I swear to god, I almost drop dead right in the middle of Joe’s office because he doesn’t even roll his eyes or yell at me. No. The corners of his lips curl up into something resembling a smile, and he laughs.

He fucking laughs.

“All right, since I don’t have to get cleaned up”—Joe grins at me—“help me up, big guy. ”

Dante reaches for her hand and pulls her into a sitting position on the edge of her desk.

Looking around the room, I locate her satin pants draped over the back of a chair and hand them to Dante.

Something about the sight of him tenderly sliding them up her legs has my heart beating over time in my chest.

He grabs her under the arms and stands her flat on the ground. He pulls the pants up the rest of the way but doesn’t button them. “Enz, will you grab her shirt for me too?”

Grabbing it from the back of the chair, I hand it to Dante. Gently, he slides it over her arm and buttons each button with care before tucking it into her pants and buttoning those as well.

“Wait, where are your panties? Oh my god, please tell me you walk around work with no panties?”

She shakes her head and laughs. “Dante took them. I have the sneaking suspicion he doesn’t want to give them back.”

My eyes widen mischievously as I look at my friend. He simply shrugs and pats his pants pocket. “ D, my man. I never would have taken you for a panty thief. I like it.”

Aaaand there’s the eye roll I’ve been waiting for.

He plants a soft kiss on Joe’s forehead before walking across the room to grab his shirt. “Shit.”

He holds up his clearly destroyed button-up, and I bark out a laugh. Joe looks at him apologetically. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. I didn’t really think about the fact that you’d have to put it back on.”

“Don’t be sorry, Amore Mia. I have extras in Luca’s office. Enzo, can you—”

“On it!” This is too fucking good. Dante sees me reaching for the intercom button on Joe’s desk phone, but before he can reach me, I press it. “Hey, Vita Mia.”

“Amico, would you mind bringing one of D’s extra shirts in here?” The odds that anyone would see him walk down the hall into Luca’s office are slim to none. He could probably go get it himself. But this is a much more entertaining option.

“Ummm, okay? Be right there. ”

Joe chuckles under her breath as she grabs a hair tie from her bag, throwing it up into a stylish bun rather than attempting to brush it, all while Dante pins me with a glare.

But as much as he wants it to intimidate me, it doesn’t have its intended effect because all my eyes do is wander the expanse of his large chest. I can feel his eyes on me as mine trace over his tan skin, lingering for a moment on each of his tattoos.

He doesn’t have nearly as many as I have, but they’re impressive nonetheless.

A large piece stretches across his chest. It has longitude and latitude lines, with chords of thick rope woven between them.

On one side, there’s an intricate-looking anchor and compass, and the other has the Navy emblem.

And while I can’t see it at the moment, I know he has a sleeve down the entirety of his right leg.

I’ve always known Dante was attractive. I’m a tall man at six-foot-three, yet he still has a couple of inches on me, and his body looks like it was sculpted out of marble.

But what’s more than that is the way he looks at you, like he really looks at you.

His stare feels like it strips you bare.

Like he can call your bullshit from a mile away and see into the very depths of your soul.

And as much as I constantly flirt with him to get under his skin, I know a part of me does it to get his attention.

Because I’m addicted to that look. I crave the way I feel beneath his stare.

Luca entering the room breaks my concentration. “Do I even want to know why Dante needs a new—”

With Dante’s shirt in hand, Luca’s eyes ping-pong between Joe’s disheveled desk, the items all over the floor, and the three of us. It only takes him a moment to pick up on what happened between the two of them, and when he does, he smiles.

Without a word, he walks across the room and hands Dante his shirt. Only when Dante’s dressed does he finally choose to comment. “So, you guys had a fun lunch break, I see?” His amused gaze finds mine. “I’m assuming this is why Clara isn’t sitting at her desk? ”

“Sent her home when I heard what these two were up to. Gave our secretary a well-deserved half-day.”

Josephine looks between us, a hint of nervousness covering her face. “Are the four of you really sure you’re okay with this?”

Dante, Luca, and I all share a look of agreement. Luca makes his way to her. Swiping a strand of hair from her eyes, he answers, “As long as we have you, we’re perfect. Are you okay with it?”

She exhales a breath of release and kisses the tip of his nose. “Perfect.”

Faintly, the sound of the elevator dinging echoes down the hallway, and a minute later, one of the teenage interns from the mailroom stops at Joe’s office.

“Oh, you’re all in here,” he says, clearly excited that he won’t have to waste his energy walking all the way down the hall to drop our mail off in our respective offices.

Gathering three stacks of mail, he walks through the room, placing them in mine, Luca’s, and Josephine’s hands, completely unaware of what just transpired in here. “Mr. DeLuca, there’s one for you too. ”

“Me?” Dante asks, confused.

The kid races back to his cart and then back to Dante. “It was dropped off at the front desk, and they just gave it to us to deliver with the mail.”

“Thanks, Andy.” Luca gives him a polite smile, and the kid beams at the fact that the CEO knows his name.

He practically skips out of the room as he heads back down the hall, quickly placing a pile of mail on Clara’s desk before he goes.

“You knew his name?” Joe asks incredulously.

“I make it a point to know all of my employee’s names, Vita Mia.”

“Guys,” Dante barks out. Concern is instantly evident in his voice. All of our heads snap in his direction. Holding up the envelope, he asks, “This look familiar?”

It takes Luca and me all of two seconds to recognize the familiar handwriting, and Joe even less. It’s a plain envelope with Dante’s name written across the front. No return address.

“Shit,” Joe murmurs. And all the joy that was in the room minutes ago evaporates into thin air .

“Open it,” Luca commands as he moves to stand behind Joe, wrapping his arms around her protectively. I move toward them, and once I reach her, I intertwine my fingers with hers.

Doing as he’s told, Dante opens the envelope and pulls out a white piece of paper. Unfolding it, his eyes scan whatever is written. It only takes him a moment, but once he’s done, I watch the entire demeanor of his body change from tense to menacing in a split second.

“What does it say?” Joe murmurs.

“Hope you’re better at protecting her than you were your men.” Dante’s eyes look solemn as he looks up at Joe. “For her sake.”