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“I’m yours,” he replies.

His hand finds his hard length while I pound into him. I grip his tight ass as I really give it to him, and his hand rubs over his length in perfect rhythm with my thrusts. I love hearing the grunts and moans coming from his mouth with each perfectly timed thrust into him. The sound of our flesh hitting each otheris animalistic, raw. Then Tomas’s muscles clamp down on my dick, over and over again tightening around my dick, almost choking it.

“I’m going to come,” I shout as he continues to grip me.

“Yes!” he screams as I take him harder, my balls tingling with the orgasm that is seconds away from happening. I’m so close to the edge, then he clamps down on me again, and I explode.

“Fuck, Tomas!” I scream as my dick pulsates into him, filling him up. Then it’s Tomas’s turn to come, and I feel him shudder underneath me as he comes into his hand.

I give his ass a hard slap, making him chuckle.

“Fuck, I love you.”

16

ZOE

I’m nervous about tonight. It’s my first public outing with Tomas. Mateo is staying behind as it’s a boring business dinner,his words not mine. It will be the first time being Tomas’s stand-in partner. I want to make sure that I look the part for him. Not that it’s going to be hard because Tomas is gorgeous, loving, kind, funny once you peel back his tough shell. I just hope I’m good enough for him tonight.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I don’t know the woman staring back at me, she looks sophisticated, elegant, grown up. Was this what I was like before the incident? Will I ever know? Is my past life now truly forgotten? It’s the same thought I’ve been having these past couple of months living with Mateo and Tomas. Maybe I truly need to let go of whoever I was before and concentrate on who I am now. I may never know the old Zoe, and as scary and frustrating as that is, I can’t keep pressuring myself to remember especially as my mind doesn’t want me to.

Tomas has chosen my dress tonight, a stunning emerald-green flowing satin evening dress with a low-cut neckline, not too low to be inappropriate for this event but low enough to make my boobs look good. I twirl around in the designer outfit. Ifeel beautiful. I’m excited to see if the boys like the dress as much as I do.

“Oh, shit,” Mateo swears as I walk into the lounge room. “You look fucking beautiful,” he says, getting up off the sofa and walking toward me. Those chocolate eyes roam over me appreciatively before stopping at my breasts. Mateo’s fingers then trace the top of my dress, pebbling my nipples. “You look good enough to eat, angel.” He bends down and ever so softly kisses my lips, my body reacting to his touch.

“Mateo, I need her in one piece,” Tomas commands behind us.

I turn to see Tomas, and my heart stops. He looks so handsome dressed in a tuxedo, like a Spanish James Bond.

“He pulls off a tux, doesn’t he?” Mateo whispers to me.

I nod because I’m speechless.

“Zoe, you’re a vision.” Tomas smiles as he approaches me, taking my hand and giving it a soft kiss.

Goosebumps prickle my skin.

“Let me say goodbye before you whisk her away for the evening.” Mateo states as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side.

Tomas smiles. “Of course.”

Mateo turns me in his arms, his large palm holding the back of my neck as he delivers a passionate kiss. His tongue is hot and wanting as he explores my mouth, pulling me tight against his body. “Don’t forget about me at home, all alone.”

“I could never forget you,” I tell him breathlessly.

“Good, then my work here is done.” He grins and untangles himself from me then gives my ass a hard slap which propels me forward. “Enjoy your night, kids.”

Tomas walks over and gives him a kiss, then takes my hand and we walk out to the waiting limousine. Tomas opens the door for me, and I jump in.

I feel like a princess going to a ball.

Tomas joins me on the other side and takes a seat. He then links his fingers with mine before raising my hand to his lips and kissing it ever so softly.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over my palm.

“Yes,”

He squeezes my hand lightly. “You will do fine, be your naturally charming self.”