Page 90 of Veiled Amor

Capone braced over her, their breathing in sync as he dropped little kisses on her mouth, “Goddamn. I love seeing how pretty you look wearing my come.”

All night he’d been vocal with his dirty desire, his fantasies, what he craved and promised to do to her. They felt like sensual threats, and Lucia couldn’t wait to experience them all. Now though, as he collapsed on top of her, she wound her arms and legs around him, feeling how he still trembled, and she held onto the quiet man as he breathed into her neck. Erotic words weren’t needed when they had this.

It was simply perfect.

“Fuck,” he said some minutes later, rousing his head. She’d been sure he’d fallen asleep. Something enormous poked her stomach and she looked on, wide-eyed. So soon? “I want you again. All the time. It never fucking quits, Lucia. This hunger,dios. It eats at me from the inside. All I think about is you.”

Aww, damn. Without knowing it, he was giving her the world.

“Sweet boy.” She cooed and watched him scowl, which made her laugh. “Shhh, you are sweet. Gorgeous. And sexy. And I always want you too.”

It was crazy. The aftereffects of the massive orgasm he’d pounded into her still quivered, but yet her blood warmed. Her legs churned on his thighs with restless desire taking the wheel again.

Would it always be this way? She hoped so.

She could see herself months into their future, how she’d attack him the moment he was through the door, or wake him in the middle of the night sucking him off because she couldn’t wait until morning.

Lucia moaned and pressed her face into his chest. “I think you’re turning me into a sex fiend.”

“Too many fucks to make up for,mi amor,” he rumbled in Spanish with a voice thick as burnt sugar. Knowing Capone had been born in Puerto Rico but had left the island for Miami with his parents when he was seven years old, he’d never lost the rhythmic timber to his accent, and she’d always loved listening to him speaking with his family. She might be fluent in Spanish, but Puerto Rican Spanish was different. Faster in tone if you weren’t used to it.

Lucia slid out from underneath him, a feat because the man weighed a muscled tonne, and she straddled over his lap when he rested his back against the headboard. An eyebrow curved high in silent question.

If she wanted to play with his body and theso largething poking between her legs, she needed to clear his day first. “Where is your phone? I’ll call work and tell them you can’t come in today.”

Capone’s lips twitched.

It was likely that he didn’t have to call the club if he was having a day off, but she continued with her teasing anyway when he gestured with a nod toward the nightstand. “It’s under CH.”

“Clubhouse?”

“Sí.”

Lucia’s teasing turned into a bad idea the moment the call connected, and a deep masculine voice said hello, because Capone slid his hand across her stomach, up between the valley of her breasts.

Lust shot into her voice as she squeaked. “Hi. I mean hello. This is Lucia, Capone’s…”

“Hey, Lucia, it’s Texas. What can I do for you?”

Capone smirked, his eyes on her flushed face while he caressed her like a dirty man, circling her nipples until they were two pebbled rocks. “Capone’s woman,” he murmured, filling in what she hadn’t said.

Ughn, he’d turned her teasing on its head. Now she wanted to throw the phone down and fuck his brains out. She popped her hips down and swallowed a moan, nearly going blind when he captured her hips and dragged her forward.

“I’m, uhm, calling for Capone. He’s taking a personal day and won’t be in today.”

She heard the other man chuckling, but her head was trippy because Capone leaned in and started sucking gently on her nipple.

Dear god, he was a menace, a downright monster, and she gripped the back of his hair to pull him off. Only, that didn’t happen, she stroked his hair and pushed her boob into his mouth. Electricity went haywire in her body, and she barely heard Texas say, “he sick?”

“Uhm, yeah. Very sick. I’m looking after him. He should be fine tomorrow.”

“Is that so?” An amused Texas asked, “well you tell Capone to rest up, I’m sure you’ll take care of our boy.”

Holy shit, Capone took her full breast, as small as it was, into his mouth and made pleasure shoot out the bottom of her feet. She was almost ripping his hair out as she squeaked a reply and then hung up. “Oh, my god. You are a monster.” She gasped, half-way to an orgasm from some boob-play.

He popped her breast free and smirked, licking his lower lip like he was savoring the taste of her skin. “Sick am I? What a gorgeous little liar you are,nena.”

“Practically at death’s door.” She grinned when he laid against the pillows and grasped her hips, helping her to ride over his cock.

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