Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Lola

The sliding door hissed open.

Enzo stepped out shirtless, still stretching from sleep, sweatpants slung so low Lola momentarily forgot her name. His hair was tousled, his chest golden in the morning light, and he looked… fucking edible.

Oh, I’m gonna really dirty things to him.

She didn’t even try to look away.

Gino caught her stare and snorted. “Jesus, Marlowe. At least pretend you’re not eye–fucking him.”

Without breaking her gaze, she said, “I’m trying to decide which part of him I’m going to devour first.”

Enzo arched a brow, amused, but definitely tracking every inch of her attention.

Gino let out a low whistle. “This is better than cable.”

Lola slowly stood, setting her cup down with precision. Her fingers reached out, curling into the drawstring of Enzo’s waistband.

She didn’t look away from Enzo–but her voice was loud enough for Gino to hear:

“Gino… you might wanna leave.”

Then, with a smirk, “Or don’t. But either way, it’s about to get real explicit out here.”

Enzo’s knuckles flexed at his sides. His jaw ticked once. “You have five seconds,” he muttered–to Gino, not her.

Gino stood, casual as hell, holding his mug like he was strolling out of a yoga retreat. “A beautiful sunrise, strong coffee, and a front–row seat to rated–R balcony debauchery… Best. Morning. Ever.”

“Gino.”

“Fine, fine. I’m just going to go watch from the security room until breakfast is ready,” he called, grinning like the devil as the sliding door hissed shut behind him.

Good. Because she had no intention of waiting.

Lola turned back to Enzo–still gloriously shirtless, the pale dawn catching on the sharp lines of his chest. The waistband of his sweats hung low, teasing the promise of everything she’d already memorized in vivid detail.

Fuck, look at him.

Like a sin I never want to repent for.

Her fingers were still curled in the drawstring of his sweats. She gave them a little tug.

“C’mere.

Sit.”

It wasn’t a question.

1/3

5:53 pm P P P P

Enzo let her lead him to the cushioned chair she’d been lounging in earlier. His legs spread as he dropped into it, silent, eyes fixed on her with something dark and wanting flickering behind his lashes.

“Enjoy the sunrise,” she whispered, sinking to her knees between his legs, voice husky with intent.

“I’ll enjoy my morning worship.”

And then her mouth was on him.

Warm. Wet. Wanting.

She took him slow at first–luxurious licks and slow suction like she had all the time in the world. Like this was breakfast. Like this was prayer.

And maybe it was.

Like yes. Like please. Like hers.

Above her, he exhaled hard–his hands gripping the arms of the chair like he might come apart at the seams.

“Fuck, Lola,” he muttered, voice thick and raw.

One hand slipped to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair, not forcing but anchoring.

She hollowed her cheeks, moaning around him.

God, I want this every day.

Wanted to be the reason he started every morning wrecked and worshipped.

Wanted to be the only name on his lips when the sky cracks open.

Wanted to be the thing that pulls him out of that dark, impossible world and reminded him he could still feel.

Enzo’s head tipped back as the first kiss of sunlight touched his skin. A low, broken groan left his chest–one hand fisting her hair tighter, the other gripping the railing like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the Earth.

The sunrise painted him in gold.

And she was the only one who knew just how soft he sounded when he fell apart.