Page 71 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

Sofi moaned loudly.

“You love it when I call you that, don’t you? My good girl taking me so well. Letting me pull your hair and spank your ass.” He punctuated that with a hard smack.

Sofi cried out but pushed back into him.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Just like that.”

Her sweaty palms slipped and slid against the counter, but she did her best to brace herself against the onslaught.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her, grabbed her hips, turned her around, and lifted her onto the counter. “I need to look at you.” He slammed back into her.

She’d never been more grateful for his height. “Yes,” she hissed. “More.”

He put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face to his. “Dame esa boca.” He kissed her. Using his thumb to tug her lips open. He ravaged her mouth like he was ravaging her body and she loved every second of it.

She panted against his mouth. “Más. Dame más.” She wasn’t sure what more she wanted but Leo knew.

He wrapped his hand around her neck and pushed her down until her back hit the counter. With his other hand he pulled her ass off the edge so he had better leverage. Then he used his hold on her neck to keep her in place as he completely destroyed her. All while maintaining eye contact. “Whose good girl are you?” he asked. “Whose pussy is this?”

Sofi opened her mouth to say his name, but she wasn’t sure if any words actually came out. She had no idea what she said, where she was, how loud she was being—nothing. She was only aware of the pleasure. It filled every single space she’d once thought empty. It overwhelmed her. It was so much that her body couldn’t handle it. It locked and squeezed and then began to shake uncontrollably. She shook like she was being electrocuted. She screamed like she was too.

They both slid to the floor, their bones no longer working. They slumped over at the same time, facing each other.

“Damn girl, I think you killed me.” Leo panted, his chest rising and falling like he’d just done the world’s most difficult workout.

Sofi let out a soft groan. “I don’t know if my legs will ever work again. They’ve been replaced with tembleque.”

He chuckled. “Oh no, not tembleque.” The smile on his face was equal parts amused, pleased, and cocky.

“Usually I’d tell you not to be so smug, but go right ahead. Toot your own horn because that was fucking fantastic.”

“Right back at ya,” he said, rolling onto his back. He sat up and reached for her leg.

She definitely wanted to do that again, but she wasn’t ready yet. “Give me a minute,” she told him.

His smile grew. “I like where your head is at, but I was just going to take off your shoes.”

“Oh. Okay.” She lifted her foot so he could reach it easier.

He unbuckled it and slipped it off before placing a quick kiss on her foot. He did the same to the other side and Sofi’s chest got all warm and fuzzy.

He stood up and held out a hand. “Come on,” he said. “I need a shower and a nap before I’m ready to go again. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

Sofi slid her hand into his while looking him up and down. “I don’t know,” she said with a grin. “You’ve undoubtedly gotten better with age.”

“Just wait until I’ve had my nap.” Then he pulled her into the bathroom.

18

Leo was standing in Liam and Kamilah’s kitchen grabbing another beer when he was cornered by Abuelo Papo.

His abuelo was wearing a bright yellow guayabera that made his green eyes look more intense. Or maybe it was the scowl on his face. “Mira muchacho del demonio, you’ve been ignoring my calls.”

Leo did his best not to react to getting called out on avoiding his abuelo. “I’ve just been super busy,” he replied. It was true. His days were full of work, band practice, training, Tostón, and Sofi. Well, mostly Sofi. It had been two weeks since they’d decided to really go for it and Leo had never been happier.

“There’s no excuse to disappear.” Abuelo crossed his arms and stared Leo down as if he weren’t half a foot shorter. “Fina and I are doing our best to help you, but we can’t do anything if you don’t cooperate.”

Leo gave a quick look around. Luckily, Liam and the rest of the groomsmen were too busy setting up the poker table to overhear. It had finally been determined that the bachelor party would consist of a night of drinks and poker, something Liam would actually enjoy, while the bachelorette party headed out for a night of drinks and dancing, something Kamilah always enjoyed. Tonight was that night, so while the guys were downstairs prepping, the girls were upstairs doing the same.

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