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She lowers her mouth on me again, taking it down her throat as far as she can force it.

When she lifts her head, she swirls her tongue around the underside, over my ladder piercings. Tingles run up my thighs. I’m going to come if she doesn’t let up, and fuck me, she’s getting good at sucking my cock.

Suddenly, she stops her movements and nearly sits upright. The metal balls pop out, bounce off my chin, and roll onto the bed next to me. “The balls are coming out!” she squeals.

“Found them.”

Should’ve seen that coming—fucking gravity.

Tilly bursts out laughing and rolls off the top of me onto the bed. “That’s so embarrassing but so fucking funny!” she adds. Her knees draw up as she laughs, but I take it as an opportunity. I sit up and move over her. “Are you okay? Did they hit you?”

I laugh under my breath. “A little.”

“Looks like you’re the one getting bruised this time,” she jokes. I don’t laugh, but I look at her like she’s the cutest thing in the world.

“I just won’t shave to cover it if I do.” I lean my head down to kiss her, and knowing how warmed up she is, I thrust my hips to sink myself all the way in. She moans into my mouth and grips my length.

“Fuck me hard,” she whispers when our lips part.

“I’m going to give it to you on my terms, and you’re going to like it.”

Afterward, when we’re covered up by the loose sheet, I admire the soft contours of her face. Sex usually knocks her out, and now her head is resting on my chest, her breathing slow and deep. Despite coming, my mind won’t shut off. Something between us still feels fragile, not to be fractured.

I know what I have to do—the right thing.

Even if it costs me an aspect of control I’ve grown to enjoy.

I glance at her face again. She’s completely out, and this is probably my best chance. I carefully pull my arm from under her and leave her tucked in the sheets. I pick up our clothes from the floor and toss them into my closet. While I’m in there, I pull a pair of basketball shorts up my legs and step out. Looking at the bed, she hasn’t moved a muscle.

Perfect window.

I slip into the hallway and quietly take the steps downstairs to her belt bag on the entryway table by the landing. I glance up the stairs as my fingers find the zipper in the moonlight. Carefully, I grip her entire keyring to prevent any jingling and re-zip the bag closed. I slip on my slides by the front door, slowly unlock the deadbolt to prevent it from clicking, and close the door as quietly as I can behind me.

From outside, I unlock Tilly’s car. It’s old enough that the headlights don’t flash when it’s unlocked, and I walk between our cars to open the front passenger door. I crouch down next to her car and reach under the passenger seat, feeling for the small device I tossed in here before. I know it’s still inside her car somewhere, but it must have shifted. All I can feel is the fuzzy carpet lining.

“Enzo?” I hear Tilly call from the front door.

Fuck!

“Yeah, just grabbing something from the truck,” I call. I press the lock on the inside of the passenger door and shut it, slipping her keys into my pocket. I walk back up the pathway where she’s standing in the open door wearing one of my plain white T-shirts. “I thought I brought my work tablet home. Wanted to check something.”

She rolls her eyes as I shut the door and relock it. “You’re such a workaholic.”

“I know, I know. It can wait until tomorrow. Um, I’m going to get water. Want anything?” I ask, turning for the kitchen.

She shakes her head and starts for the stairs. “No, I’m good. Hurry, though. I want your cuddles. Maybe a round two.” I respond with a laugh, but I’m internally cursing myself for failing.

A thought hits—what if she found it?

No, I’m not thinking clearly.

Before I left work, I saw she was on her way to my place, and I knew she’d beat me there. She’s only surprised me once—the night she went out with the girls. I sigh, pressing a glass to the refrigerator’s water dispenser.

I’ll try again in the morning before she wakes up.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tilly