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Cisco was impressed by that. “Count me in too. I can offer an array of small tattoos. All proceeds can go to the shelter as well. I’ll hand out flyers for the shop too. We both win.”

“Really? Thank you, baby. I’m writing you down rightnow.” Papers crinkled on the other end as Marisol took notes before speaking again. “We also talked about the opening of his new store. He, uh, actually invited us to a celebration party at his store. He hoped we’d both be there.”

Cisco liked Marisol’s father. He was a good man who truly valued his daughters. Her mother, on the other hand, was a different story. She prioritized image and status over their well-being. It wasn’t that she didn’t love them, but the way she expressed it often felt hollow, more like a transaction than genuine affection.

“Will it just be us there?”

“No, not for something like this. I’m sure my father will invite friends and employees from the winery. I don’t think it will be as bad. For sure easier to miss my mom.”

Cisco nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “Do you want to go?”

“I mean…I want to support my dad. I want to be there for him, but you don’t have to go?—”

“I’ll go,” he said. “If you want to go, then I’m going too. If you want me there.”

“Of course I want you there. I just want you to have the opportunity to say no. I seriously wouldn’t blame you,” she assured.

Cisco planned on being in Marisol’s life for a long time. That meant her family was also part of the package. He wouldn’t let a small woman scare him away from her daughter.

“I’ll go,” he said again, with more conviction this time. “We can celebrate your dad.”

“Really? Thank you. This means a lot to me,” Marisol said.

“Enough to have me come over and eat that last piece of chocolate?”

“Come over, and you can have more than chocolate,” Marisol said, a purr in her voice.

He had never driven faster.

CHAPTER 29

Marisol

Tonight’s event was cocktail attire, giving Marisol the perfect excuse to wear the new outfit she bought last week. The tight-fitting crop top was a mustard color with ruffles on one side. The matching skirt hugged her curves perfectly, giving her the illusion of a bigger ass. It showed off a decent amount of leg, due to the high slit on the side, but still covered her tattoo as long as she was careful. To complete the look, she wore simple black high heels.

Her hair and makeup were another matter. Marisol loved styling her hair. She found it relaxing to accentuate her already wavy hair with fuller and dramatic waves. Her makeup was light…for her. She decided on a bronzy eye look today paired with a nude lipstick.

Two hours later, she was finally finished. Cisco had left her bedroom long ago, and she heard the sounds of the TV from the living room. After grabbing her black clutch, she headed out to where Cisco was watching highlights from some baseball game.

“I’m ready and—oh.” Marisol halted, eyes going wide. Shewas pretty sure her mouth was open as she stared at the man lounging like a sex god on her couch. He wore black slacks that hugged his muscular thighs nicely. The black button-up he wore was not one she’d seen before, and she had definitely never seen that maroon jacket. Cisco left the top few buttons of his shirt undone, showing off more of his tattoos that snaked up and around his neck.

Suddenly, she no longer wanted to go to the party. And was her home getting hot? Because her body was definitely hot. A cocky grin spread across Cisco’s lips, and damn if that didn’t make her wet.

She needed to sit down. Preferably on his face. Most definitely his face.

“Like what you see, Princesa?” He pushed off the couch and stalked toward her. “Because I definitely like what I see.” His voice, like velvet, made her knees weak. And then his arm encircled her waist, pulling her close to his hard chest. He took her in hungrily, heated gaze going straight to her core.

Really not a great time to get turned on when they were about to go see her parents. Clearly, her body didn’t care, not when her boyfriend looked this damn good. Honestly, it was a travesty she couldn’t chain him to her bed and never let him leave. Though…he might be into bondage. Which made the thought even hotter.

“We’re going to be late.” Her voice sounded breathy to her own ears. Still, she didn’t pull away.

Instead of answering, Cisco leaned down, and her breath caught in her throat. Then he kissed her. Part of her thought of her lipstick and how she’d definitely have to reapply it now, but then her horniness kicked in, and she kissed him back.

She had never been one to believe in the whole “spark” thing people claimed to experience when they kissed the personthey loved. Marisol was no prude. She’d kissed plenty of men, but none of them felt like this. None of them made her knees weak and her panties soaked.

None of them were Cisco.

The first brush of his tongue had Marisol melting. A soft moan left her lips as she parted for him, eagerly letting him take control. One of his hands tangled in her hair, cradling the back of her head, while the other rested on her cheek. It was both sweet and possessive. A familiar, overwhelming emotion overcame her. The same emotion she felt each time she was around Cisco, only now it was stronger.

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