Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 15

hapter 15

Enzo

He heard the door creak open before he saw her.

And then–he forgot how to breathe. Lola stepped into the room like sin in sandals. White sundress. Tiny multi–colored flowers. A hemline designed by

Satan.

The dress hugged every inch of her body like it had been made to ruin men. The top clung tight to her chest–round, high, impossible to ignore. Her legs looked criminal. Her hips moved like she knew what she was doing and wanted someone to try and stop her.

His eyes caught on the swing of her bag. The bounce of that ass under thin cotton.

Perfectly round. Perfectly plump. Damn I want to sink me teeth into–stop if you get a boner right now you’ll never hear the end of it. Puppies, pancakes, Nonna, ok we’re good.

A walking threat. The room went dead silent.

Marco forgot how to swallow.

Dom blinked like he’d been slapped.

Nico exhaled, “Jesus fuckin‘ Christ.”

And Enzo? He had to reset his jaw before he spoke.

Lola didn’t flinch under their stares. She strode straight toward him, a little smirk on her lips like she’d planned this moment in her sleep. When she reached him, she grabbed his hand with confidence–lifting it like she was going to place it gently on her waist.

But no.

She redirected.

Planted his hand firmly on one bare cheek beneath that scandalous little dress. Right there in front of everyone. His fingers sank into soft, warm skin.

I’m never letting go.

She looked up at him, eyes sparkling with false bravado and mischief barely held together. “You ready, husband?” she asked sweetly.

Oh, I like that a lot. Maybe too much.

Before I send these guys to the vehicle so we can finish what we started this morning.

Enzo didn’t move. He just watched, finally removing his hand from its new home. Lola raised a brow, tapping her foot with exaggerated patience.

Testing our limits so early in the game? Such a fearless little firecracker.

“Well? Or should I just give it to the one with the best arms?”

That did it. Dom reached first. Marco blocked him with an elbow.

“I was closest,” Nico said, grabbing the strap and tugging it from Lola’s hands before either of them could land a claim.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly, tossing a wink over her shoulder.

Then–without so much as a glance–she reached back, hooked her pinky into the waistband of Enzo’s joggers, and pulled him forward like he was hers to drag.

“Come on, anima gemella,” she purred. (twin soul)

The tug was subtle. Possessive. Dirty in its simplicity.

Enzo’s breath caught. I’m going to impregnate this woman right here and now. Who taught her how to do that and how do I thank them properly? That was by far the sexiest thing a woman has ever done and her Italian is flawless. Where did she learn it and why is she so earth–shattering?