Page 22 of Stalked By the Recruiter

“Andres,” I whispered. My body trembled. Nerves and excitement but not an ounce of fear washed through me. That deep rumbly sound vibrated through his chest again.

“Fucking love how you say my name, babe,” he praised, and I smiled. Searing wet heat pooled between my thighs. “We need to talk,” he repeated.

Before I could blink, I was up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. But he didn’t take us to the couch. Nope. The big guy stomped his way down a hall much like his, carrying me like I weighed nothing more than a bag of flour. But he didn’t go in. He stopped at my bedroom door. I searched his eyes, but he had a plan; I could see it in his stare.

Andres pressed my body against the wall with so much care and gentleness that not even the frames hung just by my head moved. His angular nose brushed against mine and my lips parted. The warm air of his exhale touched my lips like a whispered kiss, and I needed so much more.

“Andres,” I whispered, but he tsked me.

“Uh-uh, pretty girl. You smell like me.”

“I, umm…” I couldn’t come up with an explanation.

“I like you smelling like me. Don’t get me wrong. I fucking love it.” His hand brought mine up again, and he sniffed my wrist again. The sight of him smelling me while his hips rolled and his hardness pressed against my belly had me close to seeing stars. It was so hot, and who knew the small patch of skin had so many nerve endings?

“Did you like my place?” he asked roughly, and I gasped.He knows! I’ve definitely been caught. Oh god, does that mean he knows what I did in his bed?

“Umm, I can explain,” I started to say. “I tossed Stitch the ball too high and ––“

“Don’t lie to me, Carmen. Not to me.” His lips grazed my chin, and I trembled with an ache I’d never felt.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“For?”

“Sneaking in,” I admitted just above a hushed whisper.

“And what did you do inside of my house, baby?” My gaze dropped to his neck, pinned on his prominent Adam’s apple.

“Andres—“

“Sir,” he corrected. My head touched the wall as it tilted back to look him in the eye. “Sir,” he repeated, and I licked my lips.

I’d been right.

He liked control and power. Control and power I wanted nothing more than to hand over to him. To give him everything because I knew he’d never let me fall.

“Sir.” The word slipped past my lips, and it felt right.Oh, so right.“I looked around your kitchen, Sir.”

“And did you like it?” His eyes were soft yet studious. I nodded, and his lips tipped upward. “What else did you do in my place, baby girl?” He slowly let my body slip down the wall until my feet touched the ground.

“I, umm, I, uh… well, I went into your bathroom.”

“Hmm and sprayed my cologne on you?” he guessed, and I nodded again. His head dipped down to touch his forehead against mine. “I like the idea of you smelling like me while you were at work. Helping me make sure other assholes around you know you’re taken. We can’t have them getting any ideas.”

“Sir,” I whispered. We were compatible. More than I could have ever wished. My body shook with excitement. I didn’t think there was an inch of my body that wasn’t covered in gooseflesh.

“What else did you do, sweetness?” He took my right hand in his and again raised it between us.

“Sir?” My voice shuddered as my body swayed closer. His lips touched each knuckle before he lifted the tips of my fingers to his mouth. Logically, I knew he couldn’t taste me Yet the sight of pleasure on his face as he licked and sucked on my fingers made me press my thighs together tightly, trying to find some relief for the white-hot visceral need growing inside of me.

“Did my princess touch that pretty pussy of hers in my bed?” I moaned at the dirty way he talked to me.

“Yes,” I confessed, and before I could think of something to say, his lips were on mine.

Tender yet firm.

Demanding yet yielding.

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