His Sinful Empire
I’d walked in on him more times than I could count.
Nothing I hadn’t seen before.
I pushed the door open.
And stopped.
Enzo was in bed, shirtless, the sheet pooled around his waist. And Nina was beside him, on her back, her breasts bare, Enzo’s mouth on her nipple, sucking, his hand on her other breast. The sheet covered them from the waist down but it was clear what they’d been doing, what they were about to do again.
The bed was a mess, sheets twisted, pillows on the floor.