Page 64 of Run to Me

“We’ll be there.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Robyn

Enzo

Got a surprise for you when you get home.

That sounds ominous.

Enzo

Shush, angel. Be a good girl and finish work on time tonight.

I’ll try my best.

Enzo

You better. I love you x

Love you x

Iwalk through the apartment, wondering where the hell Enzo is. I know he’s home since his keys were on the table in the entry way, yet he normally meets me at the door if he’s home before me since the men he has guarding me always let him know when we leave the store.

“Enzo?” I call out.

“Bedroom,” his muffled voice shouts and I head towards it.

Thebedroom door swings open before I can open it and there he stands, looking beautifully disheveled only wearing gray sweatpants and looking sexy as hell as he grins at me.

“Hey angel,” he murmurs before kissing me and pulling me into the room.

He pushes me onto the bed and starts stripping off my clothes, gently kissing his way across my collarbone and down my bare chest as he does.

“Mmm, I missed you.”

“Missed you too. So, this is my surprise, huh?”

“That’ll come later, angel. Have some patience.” He tuts and pulls my jeans and panties down my legs before throwing them on the floor.

He kisses further down my body until he reaches my center and places one final, sweet kiss to my slit before he feasts on me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he bites and laps at my clit, slowly pumping two fingers in and out of me. It’s not long before I’m riding close to the edge, and right before I fall, his fingers disappear and I hear a clicking noise.

I huff. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Giving you something you want.” He chuckles and gives my clit a languid stroke with his tongue. I let out a moan, which turns to a squeak when I feel his fingers at my back entrance. I freeze for a moment before my brain catches up with what’s happening. My guess is that clicking noise was lube, because I feel his slick finger breach my hole.

I’m tense, apprehensive for what’s to come and he must realize it too because he gently whispers, “Relax, angel.” Before rolling my clit between his lips.

Enzo keeps working me over, bringing me to the edge before pulling back, adding another finger and slowly opening me up for him until I’m a panting, begging mess.

“Please,” I whimper. “I need you so fucking much.”

“I got you, angel. Do you trust me?”

“Always,” I say, not even having to think about my answer.