Page 60 of Cartel King

“Wait here. If you’re naughty and peek, I won’t be pleased.”

“Peek at what?”

“You’ll see.”

He disappears down the hallway. I hear men’s voices, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. The door closes, and I listen to Enrique on the stairs. He’s carrying three medium-sized boxes that are all open. He comes to my new side of the bed—the one away from the door—and puts the boxes on the floor. He pushes back the flaps of the top one, and my eyes widen so much they hurt.

“Did they see what’s inside?”

I don’t know if he spoke to a delivery driver or one of his men, but I’m mortified and horrified as he lifts out three vibrators of varying sizes. Beneath those is a box of Ben Wa balls and another package with butt plugs in it.

“Of course not. Andrés was nearby, but he couldn’t see what’s inside.”

“You checked them before you brought them in the house. Do you expect a bomb or niacin?”

“I don’t expect it, but it wouldn’t surprise me. I know it’s an invasion of your privacy, but from now on, someone opens your packages before they come in the house.”

This again.

I merely nod.

“Ellie?”

“I understand. I want us more than I’m worried about your men seeing the toothpaste I order.”

Is Fredrick’s of Hollywood even still a thing? I guess I’ll be going to a store to get lingerie rather than ordering it online.

“If there are things you really don’t want opened, you can ship them to my house. Everything gets x-rayed, so no one has to open them unless they’re suspicious.”

“You didn’t order this stuff to your house.”

“Because I ordered it while I waited outside the guest room and had it overnighted. I’m here to receive it.”

“You were that certain I’d give in?”

“I was that optimistic. Otherwise, I would’ve been hiding in the bushes to grab the packages before they wound up on your porch. Then I would’ve tucked tail, gone home to mope, and returned it all.”

He flashes me a grin before lifting out three riding crops of varying lengths. He moves the first box aside and empties the second and third ones. By the time he’s done, there are floggers, crops, handcuffs, vibrators, butt plugs, Ben Wa balls, gags, blindfolds, lube, sanitizer, and a few other things laid out on my bed. Thepièce de résistanceis the swing. It needs drilling into the ceiling, so he promised we’d do it at his house if I agreed. I told him I was ready to get a drill and stud finder.

“Before we play, let’s get you fed. I’m starving, and you must be too. You’ll need the sustenance to keep your strength up.”

He takes my hand and tugs me off the bed. I wrap my hand around his jeans covered cock and squeeze.

“There’s something I’ll keep up.”

He playfully gobbles at my neck, and it tickles. I never imagined this side of him. Not from the rumors I’ve heard over the years. Not from how serious I’ve sensed he is. I love it.

I grab a t-shirt and shorts and lead the way downstairs. I’m tempted to go naked. If I’m going to do this, I may as well be all in. But I don’t want to splatter anything on myself if we make bacon or sausage. We move around my kitchen together with ease. I point to where things are as I mix the ingredients for a quiche. He cuts up fruit and makes toast before setting the table.

Once the quiche’s in the oven, he pulls me into his arms. I rest my hands on his biceps and smile. I slide them up his shoulders and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I refuse to question this now,mon minet. I want to be happy with you. I want to make you happy.”

“You do.”

He pushes down my shorts and lifts me until my tailbone’s on the kitchen island. I’ve always hated it and planned to take it out. It takes up too much space, but now I think I’ll appreciate it. I kick the shorts free, and he pulls my hips until I’m nearly off the edge. His hands disappear under my shirt as he lowers himself to bring his mouth to my cunt. The things this man can do with his tongue.

“Fuck, Enrique.”

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