Page 56 of His Enemy's Daughter
“Maybe both.” I close the remaining distance, kissing him with all the adrenaline still flooding my system from combat and victory and finally—finally—being seen as capable instead of fragile.
His response is immediate, hands tightening on my hips, mouth claiming mine with heat that has nothing to do with combat and everything to do with the chemistry we’ve been dancing around since that first coffee shop meeting. When we finally break apart, I’m breathing hard for entirely different reasons.
“We should probably—” he starts.
“Probably,” I agree, even as my hands slide under his shirt, exploring lean muscle still warm from exertion.
His eyes darken, storm-gray becoming almost black with desire. “Regina—”
“Stop thinking,” I murmur against his mouth. “Just feel.”
I grab his cock through his pants, squeezing hard enough to make him hiss. Then, I make quick work of his belt, unzipping his pants with practiced efficiency that makes his breath catch. He’s hard, already leaking against his stomach when I free him, thick and heavy and demanding.
“Christ,” he breathes as I stroke him once, twice, learning his length and response. Then I’m dropping to my knees on the rug, taking him into my mouth without warning.
“Regina—fuck—” His hands tangle in my hair, not controlling, just holding on as I take him deeper, using every trick I know to drive him wild. My tongue traces the sensitive vein along the underside, my hand follows the movement, while my other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently.
“Look at me.” His voice is rough velvet, and I obey, looking up at him with his cock still in my mouth. The expression on his face—possession and awe and something that looks terrifyingly like adoration—makes my core clench.
I pull back slightly, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him deep again. His hips buck involuntarily, and I relax my throat to accommodate him, swallowing around him until his control finally shatters.
I suck harder, faster, until he tenses with a hoarse cry, spilling down my throat. I swallow every drop, then lick him clean while he trembles from the force of his orgasm.
I lie next to him on the cabin floor, listening to his speeding heartbeat, his body still thrumming with aftershocks. Mauricio’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip, and I feel something settle in my chest that’s been unsettled for too long.
“So,” he finally says, voice rough with satisfaction. “We should start adjusting our plan to our new target.”
I laugh despite myself, turning to face him. “I just gave you a mind-blowing blowjob on the floor, and your first thought is tactical planning?”
“My first thought is keeping you alive long enough to get another blowjob.” But he’s smiling, genuine warmth beneath the strategic thinking. “Though I’ll admit, watching you fight has given me ideas for other training scenarios we could explore.”
“Is that your way of asking for a rematch?”
“That’s my way of acknowledging I have a very competent, very dangerous partner.” His thumb brushes across my lower lip. “And maybe admitting that watching you demonstrate those skills was the most arousing thing I’ve seen in fifteen years.”
Heat flares in my belly again, but I force myself to focus. “Work first. Then we can explore exactly how much my combat skills affect you.”
“Deal.” He kisses me once more—soft, claiming, promising things neither of us should probably promise given our circumstances. “Welcome to real partnership, Regina. Try not to make me regret trusting your capabilities.”
“Try not to forget them again,” I counter. “Because I’m done being treated like decorative cargo. From now on, we’re equals in this—strategy, execution, danger, everything.”
“Equals,” he agrees. “Though I reserve the right to still worry about you occasionally.”
“I’ll allow it.” I stand, offering him my hand again. “As long as you trust me to handle myself when it matters.”
He takes my hand, standing with fluid grace that suggests he’s still assessing my capabilities, still recalculating what he thought he knew about my training.
Good.
Let him wonder. Let him respect the fact that Sabino’s daughter learned more than just business strategy and perfect manners.
Let him understand that I’m not just someone worth protecting—I’m someone worth fighting beside.
And together, we’re going to burn down my father’s empire and build something new from the ashes.
17
Mauricio
