Page 79 of Love at First Ink

“Say you love me,” he ordered. He needed to hear it again. Needed to make sure it wasn’t all one big dream. He lined his cock up with her, teasing her entrance.

“I love you, Cisco.”

Fucking perfection.

Without further prompting, Cisco pushed inside of her in one easy motion. Her pussy squeezed around him, sendingwaves of pleasure through him. Marisol’s legs wrapped around his torso, drawing him inside her even more.

“Fuck, Princesa. I love you too.” He leaned down to capture her lips with his. It was frenzied and messy. All tongue and teeth. Two people who couldn’t get close enough to one another.

Marisol dug her heels into his lower back, rocking against him. At this rate, Cisco wasn’t going to last long, but judging by the way her sweet pussy squeezed his cock, he figured she was on the cusp too.

Needing to pull her over with him, he reached down to rub her clit with the pad of his thumb. Marisol whimpered and ground into his touch. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Cisco…” The way she moaned his name had his entire body tensed. It was the last thing he needed to fall over the edge. His body spasmed as he orgasmed. Marisol wasn’t far behind, clinging to him hard as if she’d lost him.

But she wouldn’t. Not ever.

They stayed like that for a while. Just holding each other. He was content to stay like this the rest of the day, curled up in bed together, lazily fucking the day away. It was a tempting idea…but he knew they needed to talk. He owed her an explanation. Then he could finally put that part of his life behind him for good.

Reluctantly, he pulled off Marisol and went to get a towel to clean them both up. She looked at him intently, worry etched into her face. “Cisco?” she asked gently. “What’s going on?”

He got back into bed next to her, pulling her close. He placed a soft kiss to the top of her forehead, letting his lipslinger. “I never meant to keep that from you,” he said after a pregnant pause.

Marisol rested her head on his chest and nodded encouragingly. His Princesa was ready to hear him out.

“It was something stupid that happened in college. I haven’t thought about it in years, not since the case closed. It really fucked me up for a while, but after loads of therapy, I made peace with the past,” he said.

“What happened?” Her voice was gentle, full of curiosity. There was no judgment there.

“I had a roommate in college named Matthias. Rich white kid who thought rebellion was a full-time job,” he started. “We didn’t talk much, ran with different crowds. He would have random people knocking at our door, asking for shit. I never paid much attention to it, but I should have because, apparently, he was selling drugs from our room.

“I guess one day a student Matthias sold to overdosed, and someone tipped him off that the cops were onto him, and he panicked. Planted all the evidence on me. When the cops came barging into our room, they barely glanced at Matthais and arrested me. It wasn’t until much later that I figured out what was going on and had to defend myself. Matthias’s dad lawyered him up, and they pinned the whole thing on me.”

Marisol’s eyes were wide. She reached for his hand, gently squeezing him. “What did you do?”

“My family pulled all their money together to get me a lawyer.” He shrugged. “It took nearly a year to clear my name, and I was in jail for most of that time. Someone finally came forward and ratted out Matthias. But by that time, the damage was done, you know? People make their own judgments. Once I was able to start making money, I hired a damn good lawyerto get all of that off public record. Didn’t even think about it for years after—until…”

“Until fucking Archie did what Archie does best. Stir up shit,” she said. He could feel her anger over her ex-husband. It mirrored his own.

Cisco laughed humorlessly. “He stirred a lot of shit up. Somehow he was behind me losing out on the third location for the shop, and he’s cost me clients.”

“Archie did all of that?” Marisol shook her head. “I have to say I’m a little jealous.”

Cisco furrowed his brow. “Jealous? Of what?”

“You got to punch Archie, and I didn’t,” she said.

Cisco barked out a laugh, shaking his head. He’d pay good money to see Marisol beat the absolute shit out of Archie. The bastard deserved it. Hell, Marisol should be entitled to it. “If we see him again, I’ll hold him down and let you get some punches in.”

That made Marisol beam. Her giggle was contagious, making him smile. “We better not ever see him again. Between you punching him, and me and my father threatening him, I think Archie is smart enough to get the message finally. He has to sign the divorce papers now, and then I’ll be fully free.”

“I won’t have to be your paramour anymore?” he asked, which earned him a jab to the ribs. “Ow.”

“You deserved that.” She chuckled. Then Marisol sobered up, reaching out to caress the side of his face. “I just want to say I’m sorry for everything that happened. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“Neither do you,” he said. “And don’t apologize to me. I don’t blame you for anything, Princesa.”

“I know. I still feel compelled to say it. Archie’s fucked up a lot of things in my life. I’m not innocent either. But aftereverything that went down, I realized I’m so fucking tired of trying to be the perfect daughter to my mother. Trying never to disappoint her. Losing you…that would have been the worst thing to ever happen to me. I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t…” Her words trailed off into quiet sobs.

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