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“Preciosa, that is our cue to leave.” Javi laughed from somewhere next to her. The bed creaked as her sister got up. She vaguely heard her move around the room before finally approaching her.

“We’ll take your car to get home, and I’ll call you later.” She smiled and then looked at Cisco. “I’m glad you’re here with her. You’ll watch her?”

“She’s safe with me,” his deep, masculine voice said, enveloping her in his warmth.

Safe with me.

She vaguely heard her sister and Javi make their way to the door. The soft click of the lock had Marisol pulling back just enough to see his face. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, despite the fact that her hair was a mess, and she knew she had dark circles under her eyes. Cisco didn’t seem bothered by that.

“Cisco, I’m so sorry. I came last night to get you, but the cop told me he couldn’t release you. And then?—”

“Marisol.” Just one word.

It was enough to make her stop talking and bite her bottom lip. She couldn’t quite tell if he was upset with her or something else. Was this the moment he would reject her? Tell her that her family was too much—shewas too much—and that they should part ways?

But Cisco didn’t say any of those things. He took her into his arms and kissed her until all she knew was him.

CHAPTER 35

Cisco

Her lips were soft against his, but the kiss was anything but. He wanted to devour her, and from the way her body molded against his, he knew she wanted the same thing. His hands roamed down to her hips, and he began to lead her backward to her bed. There were far too many clothes between them, and he wanted them off. No more barriers.

After Travis dropped him and Tiny off at his house, Tiny became a little dictator. She made sure he showered and then locked him in his room and made him sleep. Sleep didn’t come easily, though. He was restless and needed to see Marisol. Despite his growing need for her, he managed to get two or three hours of sleep.

Tiny agreed to reschedule Cisco’s clients and allowed him to borrow her car. He didn’t even care that it was a giant piece of shit on wheels if it got him to Marisol’s house, where he hoped his car would be. He thought about texting her but remembered he didn’t have his phone. So, the plan was to show up and have her in his arms again.

Judging by her messy hair and red-rimmed eyes, Cisco doubted Marisol was able to get much sleep. A part of him hated that she was too worried about him to sleep, but a darker part of him was pleased. Pleased because his girl needed him as much as he needed her.

“Cisco,” Marisol moaned into his lips as they reached the edge of her bed. He gently pushed her back, falling on the bed with her. Marisol let out a surprised giggle, clinging to his shoulders. “Cisco, we should talk?—”

“I love you too, Princesa,” he murmured into her lips. Marisol’s body tensed under his as he trailed kisses down her neck. “I didn’t have the chance to say it back last night, and that’s myonlyregret from yesterday.”

“You love me?” There was a slight hitch in her voice as he bit down on her neck, running his hand up her shirt. It was in the way, and he needed to see all of her. As if knowing what he wanted, Marisol lifted herself up so he could discard her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her brown nipples hardened under his touch.

Immediately, he pulled her back down. “If you have to ask, I haven’t shown you properly. That changes now,” he said right before pulling her nipple into his mouth.

Marisol let out a long, seductive moan. “But…talk…” she mumbled, clearly having trouble with her words.

“Later,” he growled. After he ravished her body, they could talk until they were blue in the face, but not until then.

Marisol didn’t try to argue. Instead, she tugged on his shirt until he pulled it over his head, discarding it to the floor. He wasted little time removing the rest of their clothes, until finally, her body was completely exposed to him. His hands trailed down to the tattoo on her leg, tracing his lines. “Beautiful…” he hummed.

“You did a good job.” She smiled warmly.

“I wasn’t talking about the tattoo, though that looks good too.” He smirked as she blushed. Fuck, he loved it when she blushed for him.

His hand trailed to the apex of her thighs, feeling her wet heat. Two fingers pressed into her, and they groaned in unison at her tight channel. “Cisco…” she whimpered.

“I need you, Princesa. Fuck, I need you.” There was no slow build-up, exploring her body and bringing her to the edge over and over again. Normally he was a patient man and would draw out every ounce of pleasure he could. Especially because he loved making Marisol writhe in pleasure. But today he was impatient.

Today he needed to be sheathed inside of her.

Marisol’s hand snaked between them, wrapping around his shaft. He sucked in a breath as she stroked him, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her nails dug into his shaft, eliciting a hiss from him.

“I want you inside of me,” Marisol said, biting her lower lip. “I need you, baby.”

He didn’t need any more invitation than that. Cisco moved between Marisol’s legs. She opened for him beautifully. Her pussy glistened for him, but he wanted to see it dripping with his cum.

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