Page 34 of Stalked By the Recruiter

“Shh, patience,” I soothed.

“Honey—“

“You wanted this, Carmen. You wanted me to edge you,” I reminded her. She had shared a dirty little fantasy, one she had been having since we’d met, I knew I’d had to make it come true.

Over and over.

For a lifetime.

“But I need you,” she cried, and fuck me, I loved hearing that shit. My lips moved from her knees and up her thighs, stopping at her center for a moment to breathe her in. Her arousal and the natural sweet scent of her skin mingled like the most perfect bouquet.

“Fuck, you smell great,” I rumbled. Without skipping a beat, I dropped between her legs and lifted her bottom up, draping her knees over my shoulders.

I glanced up and looked into the eyes that would be next to me for a lifetime, and everything inside of me settled. Excitement swirled hand in hand with content happiness.

Without blinking, I swiped my tongue at her rich honey, making her buck. A dark, animal-like sound rumbled through me. She squirmed and moaned. My perfect little doll. I’d never get enough of her. Her hands clenched the sheets, and I lifted her up higher, needing my tongue to get as deep inside of her as I could.

She was so fucking ripe and juicy.

Her hips ground down against my chin, or tried to at least. I loved how easily she gave herself to me. How much she trusted me I wouldn’t take it too far. Before long, her cries started to get louder. My name vibrated against the walls of the room, and before I knew it, her body bucked as I rounded her clit with my tongue and sucked. It was exactly what she needed to come for me, and fuck me, that was a sight to behold.

One I would definitely be watching over and over. I turned behind me to look at the camera I’d set up for us and grinned. We would most definitely be watching that only to recreate it.

“Shit!” she panted and pulled on her straps. I turned to look at her. Her tanned skin, sweaty and slick and flushed as her chest rose and fell. My dick throbbed, and I pulled my boxers off and tossed them behind me.

“That was…” She took in a gulp of air. “Wow…” She laughed before pressing her cheek to the pillow and looking up at the ceiling with a content smile on her face. She shifted, and her eyes connected with mine. I was struck with just how fucking lucky I was.

“Was?” I repeated, and she slowly licked her lips, leaving that little mouth of hers nice and shiny and so damn tempting. I covered my body with hers, hitching her thigh over my waist.

“Honey…” she gasped as the tip of my cock rested against her warm, wet entrance. My hips moved forward and back slowly, just enough to tease her.

“Baby, were just getting started,” I promised, and I didn’t just mean that night, but for a lifetime.

EPILOGUE

CARMEN

I lookedout from the high-rise balcony of the fancy hotel Andres and I were staying at and smiled at the huge Hollywood sign. The day was beautiful even if it was a little warm. The summer was ending, but being California, the temperature was still nice.

I glanced down at my phone, and excitement started to prickle through me. With a deep breath, I ran my hands through my hair, glad I’d blow dried it smoothly and kept it down. Andres loved when my hair was down, and I loved his hands in it.

The tracker I had on his phone let me know he was finally back at the hotel and on his way up. Yes, I tracked him still. We both tracked each other. We were in Los Angeles for a couple of days. He’d had to do some stuff for the NFL team he worked for and turn in his things before he was finally officially let out of his contact.

So much had happened in the last couple of months.

I’d met Betty, and Andres had met my family. Not only had we video chatted my parents and his sister, but we had traveled to each of them and had great visits. I set my phone on the small table next to the lounger on the balcony and looked out at theclouds with a grin. A smooth cool breeze cut through the air, and as much as I loved cooler weather, I had a feeling I was going to miss summer. The clouds were white and puffy, and for being LA, the sky was surprisingly clear.The perfect day.

My mind drifted to thinking back to how well Andres had fit in with my family. My brothers had loved him. I mean, they had been kind of jerky when we first walked in, but it turned out it had all been good fun. My brothers had always been overprotective, and I guess no matter what our age, they still were.

Betty, on the other hand, was a total sweetheart. I loved her from the moment I met her. We talked constantly, and she was my go-to person to talk books with. We even texted each other with new books we had to read. I sent her pictures of her mini-libraries every time I passed by them to make sure she knew they were still up and thriving. She was working on two new spots closer to her new place in the city where she and her football player boyfriend, Hemingway Castro, would be living.

The new school year was about to start, and I was looking forward to it.

I couldn’t believe how much had changed throughout the summer. How much our lives had changed. Andres and I were happy. Our schedules meshed, and we spent every moment we could with one another.

The door to the hotel suite opened, and I glanced over my shoulder. Andres took my breath away every time I looked at him. He was wearing the leather jacket I’d scoped out in his closet when I’d snuck into his place that first time. A game we still continued to play. One I had a feeling we would never tire from.

“Jesus,” he muttered when he looked at me.

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