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Lorenzo

Eva's eyes sparkled with mischief as she trailed whipped cream down her neck, her fingers disappearing beneath her tank top.

I simply swallowed hard, nervousness in my eyes as I watched her with my lips parted. I was so dumbfounded.

"Lorenzo?" she whispered, her voice husky.

My gaze was captivated by the creamy path she'd created.

"Yes?"

"Thoughts on dessert?" she teased