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“Your. Cock. In. My. Mouth.” She tugged on me wickedly. “Now.”

I couldn’t deny her when she asked like that. I grabbed her under the arms and positioned her higher on the bed, so her shoulders were propped up by the pillows. I straddled her hips, trapping her body under mine. She was small and delicate against the colorful quilt, her hair mussed from its tidy braid and falling over her shoulder. A quick flash of something fierce struck me, tightening my chest and clenching my throat without warning. Her sweet vulnerability made me want to do dirty things to her, but it also made me want to fold her in my arms and keep her safe from everything evil in the world. I vowed to protect her from the hurt and anger and disappointment that inevitably came with love. If only I could. Love. Was that what this was?

Her eyes met mine and held. Something nameless passed between us. It felt familiar and impossibly new at the same time—scary, but also exhilarating, like standing on the edge of a cliff ready to take a leap. My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I felt like I was sprinting against Olympians.

A dewy flush stole over her cheeks and spread to her chest. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. She gripped my hips and slid down the bed, and then she was kissing me the way I’d kissed her. Soft lips against my thighs. The flick of her tongue along the underside of my cock. Her lips parted, and even though she’d been eager to do this, practically begging, she hesitated before taking me into her mouth.

I stroked her cheek, so soft in the tropical heat, and pressed my thumb against her bottom lip. Sparks of gold glinted in her brown eyes, and her lip trembled against my thumb.

I fought the need to shove into her tender mouth and feel the tight, wet heat against my aching cock. Slower. We needed to go slower. “You don’t have to,” I said, stroking my thumb along the plump pout of her lip.

“You don’t want me to?”

I laughed. I actually laughed, and the sudden movement made my dick jerk, making it ache even more. “Of course I want you to.” I kept my voice low and even. I didn’t want to scare her off. If she knew how badly I wanted this, how much I ached for her, she might shut down again and push me away.

She sucked my thumb into her warm, wet mouth. Oh, God. I wanted my cock in her mouth so badly, I was practically vibrating with need. Every vein, every ridge, every inch of my swollen flesh wanted to feel that wet heat, but I held back. It took every ounce of restraint in my body not to pop my thumb out of her mouth and replace it with my cock, to plunge past those lush lips and surge straight to the back of her throat. I held back, groaning with the effort.

She slipped my thumb out of her mouth. “I haven’t done this in a really long time. What if…”

She was worried I wouldn’t like it. I hoped she wasn’t thinking about what she’d seen in my office. I regretted that incident more than ever.

Feeling guilty, I pulled back. She gripped my hips, holding me in place.

“What if I don’t remember how?” she asked.

Desire shuddered through me. I wasn’t proud of my caveman feelings, but I was glad it had been a while for Gabriella. I liked that she hadn’t given her mouth to another man in long enough to forget. I needed to be inside her mouth like I needed air to breathe, but I kept it light, grinning down at her. “It’s like riding a bicycle,” I said.

She laughed and then sucked me into her mouth. It felt so good, I almost came in two seconds. Her mouth was hot silk and molten lava. I somehow managed not to lose it like a goddamn teenager in the backseat of his parents’ car.

My hips jerked, and I thrust hard. Her eyes flashed up to mine, watering with the effort of taking all of me into her mouth. Shit. I was evil because seeing her like that with half my cock already choking her made me want to shove hard and bury myself in the back of her throat. I pulled back instead, exercising monk-like restraint as she protested with a squeak.

With lightning speed, I tore open a condom, rolled it on, and took her in one long thrust. She cried out and locked her arms around my neck, holding me close as her walls pulsed and throbbed around me. When she rolled her hips against mine, grinding in an attempt to get even closer, I pulled back and stroked into her again. I hit the spot that made her crazy, and she squirmed, either trying to get more or trying to get away from the assault of my hard cock. I didn’t know for sure until she started moving her hips.

I forgot the English language. Words spilled out in my native tongue. Words she couldn’t understand. Words that may not have even been Spanish. I was talking nonsense.Hablar papaya. Que chiva. Dicha. Tuanis. Te quiero. Amor.

She spoke back in her own broken language, words my brain couldn’t translate when all I had room for in my brain was the last coherent thought of making her climax before I gave in to the intense pleasure that threatened to end me. The gallant angel who sat on my shoulder won out over the devil prince who wanted to rip her apart, and I found a tempo that gave her what she needed.

Her orgasm rolled through her without warning and she spasmed around me, making it impossible for me to hold out one second longer. I thrust one last time as she broke underneath me. I found her mouth with mine and latched on, kissing her hard as I pumped into her, taking my own pleasure and losing my heart.

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Chapter 26

Gabi

When we were both so spent we could hardly move, Joey stayed on top of me, inside me, while we caught our breath. I traced his spine with a fingertip. He quivered under my touch, and another fluttery orgasm rippled through me like an aftershock.

His body pinned me to the bed, and I thought maybe, just maybe, I could stay this way forever, or at least another three days.

Guilt pricked the bubble of my happiness at the thought of returning home.

Home had everything I loved—my family, my job, my friends, and my house that I’d worked so hard to make my own—but there was no place I’d rather be than trapped under the cage of Joey’s body.

The man was seriously talented in the bedroom. Although I’d just discovered orgasms, I thought I might be addicted to them. And to Joey.

I wasn’t prepared for all the feelings that came up with mind-blowing sex. Joey must have been under a spell, too. He’d dropped the L-word in the heat of the moment, but it had been in Spanish, so it didn’t count. Confessions of love during sex definitely didn’t count.

“I’m crushing you,” he said, shifting to roll onto his back.

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