Page 136 of South Beach Bodyguards

And I actually hoped Max was in town. Because I wanted him to understand that I wasn’t a teenager anymore. I wasn’t tolerating his manipulative sociopath bullshit this time. I would outsmart the narcissistic prick and expose him to the world as a liar, a thief, and a cold-hearted bastard. Especially to Miranda. I didn’t want to hurt her. But I wanted her to be able to move on from Max and clearly that wasn’t going to happen until she saw him for what he was.

That thought had me standing up and acting on my earlier impulse. I set my fried chicken back on the table and I came up behind Miranda and touched her hair at the nape of her neck. She jumped.

“Jeez, you move like a ninja!” She tried to turn around to face me but I took both of her hands in mine and then placed them palm down on the top of the waist-high bookcase. “What are you doing?” she asked, sounding breathless and instantly aroused.

“Helping you relax.” I shifted so that I was very close to her, the front of my shorts brushing against her tight ass. I had an instant hard-on. She was just so ripe and firm and juicy and I wanted more. Her shirt was off the shoulder and still holding her hands so she couldn’t push me off, I ran my lips softly over her exposed flesh. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Alejandro,” she said, drawing out all the syllables of my name.

Most people fired off my name, quick, staccato. When I was a child and my mother was angry, she got louder, higher-pitched, faster. Even in my flirtations my name felt more accusation than endearment, yet as it rolled out over the plump sexy lips of Miranda it sounded intimate, slow. I hoped like hell the guy next door would check out as not suspicious at all.

I wanted to get back to us. Me and Miranda, fully naked and in her bed. So I could taste her slowly, head to toe, satisfy my every desire, fantasy I had ever had about her, before I sank into her moist heat and brought her to orgasm while I stared into her beautiful brown eyes.

“Yes?” I asked, lifting my lips briefly before I went back to kissing her, worshipping her flesh, sucking softly on the vein in her neck.

“This isn’t good timing. Isn’t your friend coming over?”

“It will take him ten minutes.”

I paused, giving her time to voice a legitimate protest, but she was silent. The only sound in the room was her breathing and the hum of the air conditioning.

Threading my fingers through hers, I pressed my cock against her, wanting to push her a little, wanting a response. I felt high, intense, the memory of how tight she had been around my cock driving me to be reckless. Her body arched toward me, ass knocking against me. She was going to let me fuck her again and it was going to be amazing.

There was a knock on the door.

Miranda jumped.

Disappointed, I stepped back, releasing her. I supposed I deserved that after dragging Wester out here. He was cock blocking right back.

“I’ll get it.”

Miranda cleared her throat. “We’re going to continue this conversation later.”

“Were we talking?”

She looked both aroused and troubled. “Maybe we’re not talking enough.”

I wanted her gut reaction, not whatever logic she might settle on. I ignored her concern. “Have a biscuit. You must be starving. I haven’t seen you eat all day.”

Glancing out the living room window by lifting one of the slats of the blinds, I saw Wester with his girlfriend. I pulled the door open. “Hey, man, thanks for coming.” I held my hand out to do a shake and a shoulder bump. “Olivia, nice to see you again.”

Wester’s girlfriend was blond and beautiful and damn smart. She was a grad student and generally speaking makeup-free and wearing jeans or shorts and a T-shirt. That’s what she was wearing now, along with a smile. “Hi, Alejandro. What’s going on?”

“Come on in. Sorry to interrupt your night. Though I probably saved you from terrible sex with your boyfriend.”

She laughed. “Gee, thanks. So kind of you.”

“This is Miranda Bartello, who just moved into this place. Miranda, Wester and Olivia.”

Miranda was eyeing Olivia. “I’ve met you before! Aren’t you Ricardo’s wife? I was at a party at your house last year.”

“Oh, that’s actually my identical twin sister, Eva. Yeah, she lives the high life. What were you doing at a party there, are you friends with Ricardo?”

I wanted to know the answer to that as well. Ricardo was filthy rich but also shady as fuck. He had a side business dealing drugs, but mostly his money was made in pharmaceutical monopolies.

But Miranda just shook her head. “I don’t know Ricardo really. This was at an event for celebrities during the EMT festival and I was there with Lola Brandy. I’ve been a backup dancer and body double for her for two years.”

“Oh wow, that’s cool.”

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