Page 61 of Cartel King

“I’m too hungry to wait, little one. I want my peaches and cream now.”

I put my hands behind me to keep my balance, but a moment later, my right hand pulls up my shirt and tucks it under my chin. I want to see everything.

“God. I’d forgotten how good this is.”

I wince. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Damnit. Enrique pulls back and looks up at me.

“I don’t compare everything you do to Tim, but I can’t help it. This is all so new, and that’s all I had for so long. It’s all so much better that it amazes me. I promise I won’t do it forever.”

“I’ve understood since the beginning. But what do you mean you’d forgotten? You haven’t been divorced that long.”

My cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Another reminder of my past. One I am firmly shoving behind me as of now.

“He stopped doing this a few years after we got married. He spent more time expecting me to blow him than he did pleasuring me. I knew he wouldn’t do it, so I stopped expecting it. I’d do what I had to until we were having sex. I never pushed the issue because I didn’t want to feel like he was doing me a favor or that I was a chore before he got what he wanted.”

I feel so fucking middle-aged. I don’t think all marriages wind up like mine did. But I can’t be completely on my own, can I?

I press the back of Enrique’s head to my pussy. I don’t want to talk anymore. When he sucks on my clit, I brace myself again with both hands. Holy hell, this is divine. My body reacts in ways it had forgotten or never knew it could. I ache for him. Between his lips and fingers, he arouses me to the point of an aching need.

“May I come, sir?”

“Mhmm.”

He doesn’t lift his head. He drives me wild, and I have to lean back on my elbows. I feel the sensations build from my pussy into my lower belly. Then it’s there. I sit up to grasp the edge of the counter, fearing I’ll slide off as my body goes entirely lax.

“Mmm. Just the snack I needed.”

He hands me my shorts and lifts me down. When I reach for him to reciprocate, he stops me. Shit.

“Mon minet, I don’t want you to think I’m doing this because I feel obligated or because I assume you expect it.”

“I know. But I wanted to do something for you for no other reason than to make you happy.”

I pull my shorts on, and we wrap our arms around each other. I don’t enjoy tasting myself, but I love the kiss we’re sharing. His hands cup my ass, and he pulls me onto my toes.

“Mom!”

Chapter Twelve

Enrique

Ellie and I pull apart, and I push her behind me as I spin toward the man’s voice.

Shock.

It’s what I feel, and it’s what’s clearly on the man’s face.

“Enrique Diaz? That’s who the fu—hell you’re dating?”

Ellie tries to step around me, but I hold out my arm. That makes her son lift his as though he’ll reach behind him.

“William Vizzini is your son?”

What the fuck is going on? Who the hell is the woman I’m sleeping with? The one I’ve fallen for? Is this Daniela all over again?

Pain stabs through my chest.

The betrayal.

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