Page 79 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

Because he was incapable of denying her anything, he pulled his fingers out, slid his hand to the back of her thigh and lifted it to his hip. “You do it,” he told her. “Put me where you want me, naughty girl.”

She lined him up and rolled her hips until he slid right where they both wanted them. She didn’t stop rocking her hips.

Keeping his hand on her throat, Leo leaned back to watch between them. “Fuck, bombón. You feel so good.”

“Más,” she begged. “Dame más, papi.”

Oh fuck. He loved it when she called him papi. He’d never had a daddy kink before Sofi, but hearing her call him that unleashed some inner beast in him. He gave her neck one final squeeze before he dropped his hand to grab and lift her other thigh. Then he rammed into her with a snarl. Over and over. He made them both growl, moan, pant, and grunt.

Sofi let out what could only be called a scream, and a small, tiny part of his mind was worried that the security guys he paid off would think he was murdering her. The rest of him reveled in the fact that he could make her so thoroughly lose her sense of self, space, and time. He loved that, with him, she shut off her brain. She knew he would take care of her, so she just let herself go. It made him swell with pride. He wanted to pound on his chest like a fucking gorilla. He did that to her. He made the most tightly controlled woman he knew completely lose her shit. He had that power because she gave it to him. She wouldn’t give it up to anyone but him because despite everything she trusted him and loved him.

That was the thought that pushed Leo over the edge. He wrapped am arm around her back and pulled them chest to chest while his other hand landed on the cool metal statute with a smack. He buried his face in her neck and groaned through his shudders. Unable to stop himself he bit down on the tendon of her neck, sending her soaring again. “Coño, bombón,” he mumbled against her sweaty skin before taking a lick. His chest heaved as he tried to get oxygen into his system again. “One of these days you’re going to kill me.”

Her body still shook against his. “Not if you kill me first,” she puffed. She nuzzled her face into his neck and Leo melted. Like, he literally plopped down onto his ass with Sofi in his lap.

He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her so close that if they weren’t flesh and bone, they would’ve merged into one being.

She lifted her head to look at him. She looked destroyed. Her makeup had sweat off, her mascara was running down her cheeks, and her red lipstick was smeared all over, but her eyes. Those gorgeous dark eyes, shined at him like two onyx gems.

Leo’s heart squeezed painfully and then exploded into sparkles of pure joy. “I love you so fucking much,” he blurted out, unable to hold the words in.

Sofi froze. She stared at him unblinking for what felt like forever. Suddenly she threw herself forward, latching her mouth to his.

They sat there kissing, even though he was positive their thirty minutes were up. Leo didn’t care. They’d have to come tase him and drag him away to get him to move from this spot. He was too busy enjoying the sweetness of his little caramel bonbon. Even if his mind wouldn’t stop fretting about the fact that he’d confessed his love and she hadn’t said anything back.

20

Killian Kane sat in his bed, perched up on tons of pillows. It was clear that plenty of effort had been made to help him look put together. He was wearing a collared plaid shirt under a black suit jacket and his hair had been freshly styled. Despite all of that, it was apparent he was dying. His face was gaunt and pale. There was a tension to the way he held his body that was a poor attempt to belie the pain clear in his eyes. But worse than all of that was that his commanding, larger-than-life energy was gone. He looked exhausted and just done, like he wanted it over with already.

It was difficult to see and Sofi had never even been very close to him. Beyond his rakish charm and over-the-top compliments, they hadn’t talked much. To Sofi, he’d simply been Papo’s best friend and basically Kamilah’s great-uncle. Yet even so, Sofi had waited as long as humanly possible to watch the video Papo had given her. But she could no longer put it off. Mostly because in the middle of the night she’d had a great idea that could get her out of having to make a toast. First she had to know if it would fit with what Killian had said.

Taking a deep breath, Sofi hit Play.

Less than two minutes later, the video was over and she was wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. She knew that once this played at the reception, everyone would be a mess. But the good news was that it would work perfectly for her plan to get everyone to record something short and quick for Kamilah and Liam. She’d get someone, probably one of Lola’s teens, to edit it all together. Then everyone had the chance to say something nice and, the best part, no one would have to give a speech in person. It was genius. Sofi fought the urge to literally pat herself on the back.

“Sofi, girl, you are awesome at this,” she told herself.

Wedding planning was surprisingly fun. Sofi wasn’t sure if it was because she loved pretty things or organization, but she was killing it if she said so herself. The flowers were chosen, the changes to the cake had been accepted, the tent, stage, and dance floor had been rented for the outside area, and her favorite caterers had agreed to have their team use the El Coquí kitchen and dining area to prepare the originally planned meal with a few tweaks that Sofi knew would make it even better. Luckily, all of her other corporate vendors had agreed to work with her even though it was last-minute. With the exception of the DJ, but that didn’t matter, because she’d reached out to Gio and he’d agreed to do it for free. He’d been a little offended that he hadn’t been the first DJ considered. Sofi assured him that it was only because Kamilah wanted her family to just enjoy the wedding. She’d left out the fact that Leo and his band were performing.

As she put off actual work to spend more time checking off items for the wedding, she realized that the only times she truly liked her job were the times she was planning events, whether they were for company functions or clients. There was just something so fulfilling about seeing her vision come to fruition and witnessing the joy of the people experiencing it.

“I’m an event planner,” she said out loud to herself. She liked that. It felt good. She tried something else. “Sofia Rosario Santana, event planner.” Oh yes. That was really good. Perfect. Holy shit. “This is it. This is what I want.” She was more sure than ever.

Sofi pushed back from her desk and spun in her chair, throwing her arms up and giggling with excitement. This was it. This was what she wanted to do. She wanted to run an event planning company. Herownevent planning company, so that she never had to be someone’s employee again. She’d be her own boss, she’d make her own rules, and she’d only take on the clients she wanted. It would be great. Now she just needed to figure out how to do it. Sofi began the only way she knew how, by digging in.

She was into her third page of notes when the door to her office opened. Sofi rushed to flip over the paper on her desk and cover it with her crossed arms.

She looked up to see her dad standing in her doorway. “What are you still doing here, mi reina? They are in the conference room waiting for you. Vamos.”

“I’m sorry. What?”

“The Costa people are here. It’s time for your presentation.”

“What presentation?”

Her dad looked at her like she was twerking on top of her desk. “Nena, no me digas que se te olvidó.”

No. She hadn’t forgotten it. She had never known about it. At least she was almost positive she’d never known about it. Sofi clicked on her calendar to double-check. “It’s not on my calendar.” She looked at her dad.

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