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Matías gently pushes one fingertip inside me, but it’s enough. I’ve already been edged with his tongue. My orgasm was already teetering, and now, with just the hint of penetration while his mouth works wonders on my cock, my release explodes out of me.

“Oh, god. Matías.”

He moans and jerks my cock into his mouth, taking every drop of my cum.

His swallow is audible, punctuated by a small groan. I watch as his tongue dances around the head, lapping up any last drops.

My body shivers, weak and hardly willing to hold me up.

Matías grabs the bar and pulls himself up, leaning forward to kiss me with my taste still on his tongue.

When he pulls away, he grins. “Get clean. I’ll see you out there.”

“What about you?” I manage to say through my heavy breaths.

“I showered earlier. I just need to dry off now.”

“I mean…” I look down at his cock.

“We can do something about that later.”

He opens the shower door and closes it behind him, and Imuster up enough energy to cleanse my body before I walk out and flop to my bed.

My phone vibrates next to me, and out of habit, I pick it up to read the screen.

Charlotte

Okay. Let me know if you need a ride.

Another message from earlier is right below it.

Dad

You didn’t tell me you were leaving to work for Matías Cruz. Call me back now and explain to me what you think you’re doing.

Present Day

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

ADRIAN

I haveto see him one last time. I should tell him what happened. Tell him my father saw us and has threatened to ruin everything. But it’s embarrassing to be twenty-two years old and tell the person you love that you can’t be with them because your dad said so.

Matías is stubborn. He’ll fight this. He’ll fight this like I want to, but he doesn’t know my dad. He doesn’t understand what he’s capable of, and he won’t have to deal with him ever again. I have years to endure my father.

I’m not sure how I could possibly end this, because nothing will feel right. I have no reason to break up with him. We’re both so happy. We don’t fight. We have no issues. So how do I make him believe there is one?

I wait two days after my father caught us before I see him. I told him I was sick, but I needed to make sure my dad was back home and not lingering in the shadows.

We only have a couple more days of Christmas break left, so that’s the deadline I give myself.

I pull up to Matías’s dorm, take a deep breath, and try to keep from looking as miserableas I feel.

He opens the door with a wide smile. “Got rid of all your germs?” he asks.

I snort. “I think so.”

He yanks me inside. “At this point, I don’t care. We can share them.” Then he wraps his arms around me and kisses me like it’s been years since he saw me last.

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