Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 63

The lounge smelled like espresso, toasted carbs, and bad decisions.

Lola strutted in barefoot, oversized shirt hanging just barely mid–thigh, hair tousled like a crime scene, lips kiss–bitten and smug. She walked like a woman who had definitely just made a man see God on a balcony.

If breakfast doesn’t come with a side of smug silence and awkward eye contact, did I even do it right?

Behind her, Enzo followed–shirtless, wrecked, and ruined in the best way. His sweatpants still clung low to his hips, marked with the evidence of exactly what she’d done to him. His eyes stayed on her. Always on her.

Gino raised his mug. “It’s not the public indecency that bothers me. It’s that I tried to watch from the security room and all I saw was the back of Enzo’s

head.”

He pointed dramatically at Enzo. “You need to update those balcony cameras. There are blind spots all over the place.”

Lola snatched a piece of avocado toast off his plate and took a bite like she was reclaiming territory. “Oh no. What a tragedy. Did the audio at least come through, it was pretty hot?”

“Crystal,” Gino grumbled. “It was like front–row seats to a concert and realizing your seat faces the back of the band.”

“You didn’t hear anything important,” Enzo muttered, dropping into the seat beside her.

“That’s the problem,” Gino huffed. “I did. But couldn’t see a thing. Just the chair. Your smug fucking posture. The occasional flash of sunlight off her-”

Dom cut in without looking up. “Please don’t finish that sentence. I’m trying to eat.”

Enzo reached for a grape from her plate and popped it into his mouth. “The camera placement’s intentional.”

Gino looked personally attacked. “You built in a privacy buffer?”

Enzo didn’t even flinch. “Of course I did.”

Dom sighed. “This man thought ahead about where he could get head in peace.”

“I hate how good that was,” Gino muttered. “I’ve lost sleep for worse punchlines.”

I love it here.

Breakfast. Banter. And this man’s fingers under the table like a secret.

Lola stretched, brushing her thigh against Enzo’s, still pulsing with satisfaction from his mouth and his moans.

God, he made a sound like I cracked open heaven.

And he tasted like sin and promises.

And I still want more.

“So what I’m hearing,” she said lightly, licking a crumb from her thumb, “is that your little voyeur streak got denied.”

Gino narrowed his eyes. “You’re both on my list.”

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Chapter 63

“Get in line,” Enzo said, cool as hell, resting his hand on her bare thigh under the table.

She didn’t even flinch. Just leaned in close, stealing a grape from his fingers with her teeth. Their eyes locked.

No shame. No secrets. Just heat.

Gino leaned back in his chair, eyeing Enzo’s casual shirtless glory. “You know, I thought the weirdest part of today would be getting booted off the balcony for accidental voyeurism. But watching you show up to breakfast looking like a half–dressed Calvin Klein ad might take the win.”

“He’s evolving,” Lola said solemnly, like she was narrating a nature doc. “Soon, pants will be extinct. Just vibes and dangerously low waistbands.”

Enzo tore a piece of toast from her plate, chewed slowly, and said, “If it makes you uncomfortable, I could throw on a tie.”

Dom raised a brow. “What are you, a Chip and Dales wannabe?”

“Oh god,” Gino groaned. “I just got a mental image of you doing body rolls in a silk tie and nothing else.”

“You’re welcome,” Enzo said flatly.

Lola leaned in, eyes sparkling. “For the record? I would tip so hard.”

Oh, there it is. That smug, post–smirk bastard.

It shouldn’t be legal to sound like sin before afternoon tea. Or to smirk like he knew she was two seconds from climbing back into his lap and making everyone late for the day.

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