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He needed another Liam. A distraction.

He hadn’t realized how useless the tracker would be.

Kazi hummed an obnoxious noise, grating further on Mateo’s nerves.

“Who owns the company?” Mateo spat out.

“What company?” Kazi replied, leaning against a white pillar in the hotel’s lobby.

Relaxing.

It took everything for Mateo not to swing at Kazi.

“The tracking device company. I want the CEO. His personal address. I’m calling Emilio back.” Mateo clenched his fists. He needed to relieve some of his… frustrations.

Chapter 22

Yara

James swiped his rough fingers up and down my body in the shower. He had already thoroughly cleaned me, and it had done nothing to calm my nerves.

One hand reached down to my clit, pinching it lightly. I clenched around the plug letting out a breathy moan.

“You are perfection.” His voice was saturated in emotion.

I shifted, looking up into his eyes. This man was affecting me more than I cared to admit. I had planned for this to be a one time thing, at least with him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

I was melting with every word he spoke, with every touch.

He was filling some hidden part of my soul that had been lacking for too long.

It was almost terrifying how much I wanted this man to stick around. To become a permanent fixture in my life.

But how would that even work? My feelings for Kazi had not diminished, and furthermore, Mateo was slowly carving his way into my heart.

James’s fingers traced the line of one particularly nasty scar up my stomach, digging into the flesh, pulling me out of my inner turmoil.

Of wondering what was wrong or right.

His face darkened as he focused on the blemish, but then his lips curled. “Get me ready to stuff you again, will you, honey?” His guttural voice sent shockwaves across my skin.

Usually, I didn’t like to be directed with what to do. I liked to be the one in control, but the way he spoke? His voice?

I dropped carefully to my knees in the shower, enjoying the roughness of the tile, and the way the position squeezed the plug in my cunt.

My hand reached out to his impressive cock. I could see now why he hadn’t expected it to fit. I’m not quite sure how it did.

Or how I would be stuffing it into my mouth.

Separating my lips, I took in his velvet tip and swirled my tongue.

“That’s so good, show me how much you want me to fuck you again.” His hand wrapped into my wet hair, but he didn’t force his way further. Instead, he held me gently, allowing me to go at my own pace.

I opened my mouth a bit more, slowly moving my head forward and forcing him to the very back of my throat.

He groaned in appreciation and it sent desire shooting directly to my throbbing core.

I swallowed around him at the very back of my throat, using my hand to wrap around the remainder that wouldn’t fit.

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