Page 44 of Harmless
“Sorry, that was a hell of an unload. I know it’s a lot, and if you’re not into that—”
My fingers curled into his shirt, holding him in place. “Stop talking and kiss me.”
His hesitation was for only a beat, and then his sensuous mouth was on mine again. The passion from earlier was dialed up to eleven now, a frenzied desire overriding us both.
“I want you to go down on me until I come, and then you’re going to fuck me on this counter.” My voice shook with need, but I hoped I sounded dominant enough for him.
“Fuck yes, paloma,” Santos moaned, his mouth moved toward my neck.
“Wait, I’m not done.” I held his chin, bringing him back to eye-level with me. “You will fuck me good and hard until I come again, but you are not allowed to finish inside me. Understood?”
His throat bobbed with a swallow, eyes dilating as his lips parted. “Yes, paloma.”
“Because...” I grinned. “I’m going to suck you off and take your cum deep down my throat.”
If he really wanted me to be in control, he was going to have to deal with the fact that I too loved to please my partners.
“Goddamn,” he hissed, grip tightening on my waist. “You are my biggest fantasy come true.”
I brought his mouth to mine for another kiss, but someone loudly cleared their throat with the obvious intention of interrupting us.
My eyes opened to find the Ghost—no wait—Devin glaring at me over Santos’ shoulder. Of course it would be him. If it were anyone else, I’d tell them to move along so I could get laid. But Devin and Santos were friends.
I had no issues with the sharp-eyed, sharp-cheekboned fighter, but he did seem to take issue with me. Especially with my ankles locked at the small of Santos’ back and Santos’ hands nestled snugly in the curves of my waist.
“Oh hey, Dev.” Santos turned to address him casually, not at all embarrassed by our compromising position. “You need something?”
“I would love to make some toast, but it seems I’m all out of counter space,” the other man deadpanned.
Santos only chuckled and patted my hip. “I guess we could move.”
“Sure.” I unwound my legs from him and hopped down from the counter. “Did you sleep well, Devin?”
“Would’ve slept tons better if the enabler of our enslavement wasn’t still breathing fifty feet away.” He shot me a huge fake smile. “Unless I now have yourpermissionto rectify that?” Everything about his tone was mocking and disrespectful, setting me on edge.
The excitement of being on the cusp of having sex with Santos vanished like a puff of smoke.
Santos took a protective step between us, squaring off in his friend’s direction. “Dev, come on—”
“No, it’s okay.” I put a hand on his arm. “He has a right to how he feels.”
“So glad I have your permission for that too,” Devin drawled, moving around us to reach the toaster on the kitchen counter.
“I’m interrogating her tomorrow,” I said as Devin emptied the tray of crumbs from the toaster. “Figure I’d give her another day to sweat and let her mind go in circles a bit.”
“Great. Just fantastic.” Devin rummaged through a drawer and I tried to hold back my flinch when he held up a serrated bread knife. “Just let me know when your business is all done. Since you’re the one in charge and all, plus you’ve gotsomuch history with Nella. I’m sure you’ll have plenty to hash out.”
He started cutting slices into a sourdough loaf as Santos bristled next to me. I gave a quick squeeze of his arm and stepped forward, determined not to let him get caught in the middle of whatever issue his friend had with me.
“Hey, Devin, listen. I’m not sure if I did something to offend you. If I did, I’d love for you to tell me so I can acknowledge my mistake and own up to it.”
He ignored me and went on slicing, shoulders stiff as he made quick work of the whole loaf.
“Okay, then. Well, if it’s not anything specific, I don’t see why we can’t get along. We want the same thing in the end, we don’t have to be enemies—”
“You know what your problem is?” Devin whipped around, loose strands of his long, dark hair following the movement gracefully. He pointed at me and thankfully didn’t have the knife in his hand. “You wanteveryoneto like you. No, even that’s not enough. You need everyone to fall in love with you.”
“Man, what?” Santos stepped in front of me again, getting into Devin’s personal space. “Where the hell is this coming from?”
