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“What will you tell her?She knows I went looking for you.”
“I’ll keep it vague.”
“What do you want to do?”I ask.
“You do have the nicer hotel suite.It’s not a room, Rio.It’s a suite.”
“For you, princesa, it can be whatever you want.We can get room service all night long.”
“There’s something else we can do all night long too,” she says.
That’s my girl.
Chapter 26
RAQUEL
I start charging my phone as we drive back in Rio’s jeep.
As soon as my phone has enough charge, the messages and emails come flooding back, and I see Pierce’s email.He wants me back, quickly, to work on the Santos case.He says there’s no point me hanging around here now that we’ve filed.He’s ordered me to fly back tomorrow.
My heart sinks, and I push work related stuff far from my mind.I don’t want to tell Rio just yet.
No sooner do we get back to his hotel, we barely make it through the door when our mouths crash together, and he presses against me, hands framing my face as his mouth devours mine.
“Fuck,” he growls, in between reigning kisses along my jaw, my neck, along my sternum.
My fingers tug at his hair as his lips slide over me.My tankini is dirt, just like his clothes are.We’re both dipped in sinful sweat, and I need to shower.He peels my clothes off me with expert ease, while I claw at his T, trying to get it off him.His hands move all over my bare skin, feeling, touching, sliding, tweaking.I struggle with his shorts, but he’s pushed me against the wall, and is peeling the clothing from me.
“Shower,” I murmur.“Need to clean up.”He falls to his knees, ready to sink his face between my legs again.“No.”My hand tugs his hair, lifting his face so that he looks at me.
“We said we’d shower.”
“I want to fuck.I’m ready, aren’t you?”
He moves to standing, and his cock is wide awake and ready again.
Caraca.
My mouth hangs slack.Here, in bright, unfiltered, strong light, I see it in all its raw, unfiltered beauty.This man is so insanely hot.His cock, so ridiculously, beautiful, and big, jutting out against his dark pubic hair.
My body jumpstarts into arousal overdrive, and a slickness dampens the space between my thighs.His fingers slip between my folds, and he nods.“Drenched, princesa.I want to slide right in and fuck.”
Just like that, so do I.Thoughts of cleanliness fall as easily as my clothes did.
This man, inside me, now?
Oh, yes.
He grabs my hand, drags me to his enormous bed, its white bedding so virginal and pure.
I climb onto it, on all fours, trying to get to the middle, when he grabs my ankle and yanks me.I turn around, and he’s on me, straddling my hips, a condom wrapper in his hands.He watches me watch him sheath himself, and when I sigh with want, with longing, he bends down, pressing a kiss to my lips while his big, hard hands shackle my wrists.
“I love your calluses,” I murmur.
He grunts in response, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth and taking my breath away.He lines up against my opening, and I arch my back in sweet expectation.
He slides inside me in one swift, smooth motion that fills all of me.I cry out, feeling the stinging stretch.Then he pauses, stills inside me.He’s heat, and steel, and I feel a few seconds of pain which quickly vanishes as I succumb to his size, and accommodate him.
