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“Who the fuck is we?”
“We as in me, you, and some of the crew.”
“I’m not crew,” I remind him.
“Didn’t ask that. Wear something sexy,” he murmurs, his voice closer to my ear now. Then I feel it. His tongue slips out and runs a line along my neck, right behind my ear, and my knees get weak. There’s something about Marco that pulls me in every single time I’m close to him. I know it’s wrong and I should stay away, but how can I?
“Maybe I don’t want to go.”
“Didn’t ask that either. We’re going to party and then we’re going to discuss things,” he tells me.
“What things?”
“Why are you nearly panting, Chula?” I swallow hard, not willing to answer him, but he knows. He has to know.
“Where are we going?”
“You didn’t answer my question. Am I making you horny? A little too close to you?” he asks, his tongue doing the same thing, and my pussy clenches. “If I touched you, would you be wet for me?”
“Will you stop?”
“No. I think I like you like this, Chula. I like you all hot and bothered from me being this close to you. In fact, the idea of you dripping wet for me is making me hard,” he says, pressing his cock against me. A gasp slips past my lips when he sinks his teeth into my neck. A fucking moan slips out of me, and he growls against me. He fucking growls!
“I need to go.”
“Where are you going?”
“To the grocery store,” I tell him, even though the words are barely coming out. What the hell is he doing to me?
“I want you ready by nine. You won’t be sleeping at home tonight, Chula, so make sure you have things in order for your brother.” With that, he licks the spot he just bit and gives me a little shove. I straighten my spine and crack my neck from side to side as I walk to the store.
My insides are a mess. He’s turned them to mush. He has me so turned on right now that I can barely walk straight with my panties rubbing all the right places.
I shake it off as I enter the store and grab what I need for Davey, then head to the checkout. I wait in the short line and put my stuff on the conveyor belt, then wait as the lady rings them up.
“Are you guys hiring right now?” I ask her. She shakes her head and continues to scan my items.
“It’s eleven thirty-two.” I pull out my money and count what I have, and of course, I’m short.
“I have eleven.”
“It’s eleven thirty-two,” she tells me.
“You’re going to give me shit over thirty-two cents? Really?” I snap at her. She doesn’t look amused as I shake my head and look at what I can put back. Fucking bitch. She’s lucky I’m even paying for it right now and not stealing it anyway.
I’m about to just leave the whole fucking thing and do just that at another store when a hand slips in front of me, passing her some change.
“I don’t need a handout,” I snap as I turn to look up at the person. Not a person. A man. A fine as hell one at that.
“Then don’t think of it as a handout.”
“Which is exactly what it is,” I tell him.
“No. It’s a loan. You can pay me back,” he says, smiling at me with perfectly white teeth. Fuck, he isn’t in a crew around here. So who the hell is he? And why is he so damn hot?
“How am I going to do that if I don’t know who you are?” He smiles bigger and holds out his hand.
“I’m Damion.” I hesitate before taking his hand in mine.
