Page 34 of What She Wants

“You’ll have my children, Esme.”

My moan carries through my den because I can’t help it. “Children? You never even took me on a date. Who said I wanted kids, anyway?”

Marín nibbles on my exposed throat, his beard tickles me in all the delicious ways and just when I think he’s going to ignore me, he responds.

“Your face every time you see your nephew.”

Of course he’d pay attention to everything. I don’t think he knows what he’s requesting. He wants little fusions of us with our attitudes? It will be a madhouse. Marín moans something in Spanish and I don’t have to understand the words to know it was dirty. I push his bossy ass against the cushions and take over by riding him the way I want to ride him.

He groans like I’m perfect as he smacks my ass hard. I brace myself, putting my free hand on his chest and grind on him harder. Fucking him like this elicits the kind of sensations that gives me goosebumps. Begrudgingly, I admit that he’s right, I won’t get this high from anyone else. Which pulls the next statement out of me totally against my will.

“You had another fiancée.”

Marín’s fingers trail my back as he rolls his hips to deliver more pleasure.

“But I’ll have only one wife.”

His extreme declarations shouldn’t get to me like they do but it somehow heightens the moment. It’s official I’m falling into his crazy. I lean back, bracing my hands on his knees, to give him the view he craves.

“Fuck, Chispa. Just like that.”

I give myself to the moment, closing my eyes to just be high of experiencing him. I don’t know how he did it but I don’t want him anywhere else. His mouth covering one of my nipples makes me shiver and his thumb manipulating my clit makes me fall apart. Marín is officially my vice.

He grunts and sucks on his bottom lip as he unloads inside of me. Without missing a beat, he wraps his arms around me and stands. We’re still connected when he steps around his pants and walks in the direction of my room. I’m not alarmed since it’s obvious where my bedroom would be.

Marín lies me down on my bed with him on top. He braces himself with hands flat on the bed by my head as he takes one of his long, slow kisses while flattening his body against mine.

“Are you still trying to get out of marrying me?” His question is followed by some kisses down my neck as he moves inside of me like he didn’t cum already.

“No,” I admit. “Your mom pissed me off enough to marry you tomorrow.”

He grunts like I just said the most explicit thing in the world. “Spiteful. That’s sexy.”

My fingers find his hair again since he has no plans of getting up. “Yeah, don’t tell me what I can’t have.”

“It’s all yours, baby,” he agrees before trailing his tongue along my collarbone.

“Even if I am a rebound.”

“You’re no more a rebound for me than I am for you.”

“I have nothing to rebound from,” I ground out since his movements excite my already sensitive skin. The light dusting of his chest hair is doing a number on my nipples.

“Same.” He puts his hand over my mouth as he starts to deliver deeper strokes. “Well, talk about this later.”

His eyes shine with mischief because he knows how to effectively shut me up with sex.

The only talking that occurs is when Marín whispers dirty things to me in Spanglish until we’re both flying high again.

Satisfied, he rolls to his side, taking me with him so I can face him. Back to business, he picks up where we left off.

“Yasmin will never be an issue for you unless I get amnesia somehow.”

“Are you sure?”

He chuckles. “As sure as you are about Markos.”

“We were never a couple and damn sure weren't engaged.”

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