8
TESSA
One thing I learned, having a gangster eat you out, and then refuse to let you return the favor, is quite sobering. “What do you mean you can’t do it?” I asked, all the taboo lure of Daddy talk now tossed out the window.
“You’re an engaged woman. I don’t want to make you do something you’ll regret.”
“Regret?! Please. You whipped my p***y into a frenzy like no man has ever done before and you won’t let me satisfy you too?”
“I had no right, Tessa. Leave it alone.” Enzo tried to pull me into his huge, bear hugging arms, but I wriggled away and snatched my shorts off the floor. Honestly, my upset was kind of an act. Hard to be angry at the person who just made me feel like paradise.
“Probably better that way,” I agreed. “We need to get a good night’s rest for tomorrow anyhow. Goo
