The Mafia Lord’s Pet
I ended the call with Scarlett reluctantly, promising Scarlett updates, and turned my full attention to him, “pancakes! You actually made them, I mean, I know you did but you know….”
“I don’t know,” Enzo mocked, “you begged for them.” He added, his eyes gleaming.
Heat rushed to my face rapidly, “you are impossible.”
“Mm, and you’re still wet even after how many orgasms?” He forked into his pancakes like he hadn’t just detonated my sanity just minutes ago.
Pouting, I kicked him under the table, “EAT.” I snapped and he laughed. We tried to ‘eat’ but with Enzo, eating was anything but ordinary.
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