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“I’m going to do one of my favorite songs and then I’ll leave the mic alone.” He smiles as everyone chuckles. “First just a little context. I’ve had a lot of sad and angry moments in all my years of life. Every time my son would come to visit it’d take a day or so for those feelings to dissipate, leaving my parents to play with him. One day when he was eight, I looked over in one of my angry moments to see my boy with one of the biggest, most innocent smiles on his face and that’s when it clicked. I cannot control everything in my life but I can make the daily choice to be happy, I haven’t looked back since so in honor of my son and his beautiful wife on their wedding day I’m going to sing one of the songs I wish I wrote.”

Another Marc Anthony song,Vivir Mi Vidastarts. I alternate between look at him and the words and I know he means it. This is why he always seems so light. It’s one hell of philosophy. Once he gets towards the end, I stop looking at the words because I can feel every sentiment he’s portraying.

He hugs us once it’s over and other people take the stage for some of the party songs. And as much as I was entertained the rest of the night. Santí ’s performance stuck with me.

Chapter27

Esme

It’s3 in the morning. To say we partied is an understatement. The Delgado side are my kind of people. It’s still surreal to me that I’d gone through with the wedding and am now Mrs. Esme Delgado. The man behind me hasn’t allowed me to forget it since he slid the second ring on my finger.

Speaking of which, he traps me between him and the hotel door, running kisses down the back of my neck as I try to unlock the door. My arousal makes me giggle; we may be a little drunk but I know he’s not too drunk to deliver every dirty promise he made.

I sigh with relief once the door flies open. Marín keeps his front glued to my back as he guides us inside. He turns me to him, grabbing a hearty handful of my asscheeks into both of his hands and he tongues me down, aptly reminding me how I got into this mess.

I pull away and turn towards the bathroom; I need to take a shower after all of the dancing we did at the reception.

“No,” he growls like I said something.

Marín pulls me back into his kisses but I do my best to resist. “I need to take a shower,” I tell him against his lips.

“No.” His hands snake under my dress and push down my underwear. “Now.”

His desire to have me immediately is so fucking hot I don’t know how to respond. I continue to kiss him but try to pull away again. He just redirects his lips to my neck. Marín is making me wet just from kisses and the alcohol isn’t helping.

“I’m dirty and sweaty,” I complain despite helping him out of his blazer.

“I said I was going to fuck you in this dress and that’s what’s going to happen, Chispa.”

His zipper coming undone fills in the sounds between our pants. With his dick out, he drops into the chair and pulls me into his lap.

“Ride your husband.”

Damn that sentence shouldn’t make my pussy throb but it does. His tie hangs open around his neck, his hair is just as wild as the look in those green eyes, and his shirt is partially open but he’s never looked more sexy.

“Mine,” I whisper with the full intention of pretending I never said it in the morning.

“Fucking claim it like you mean it,” he eggs me on like I’m not already lowering myself on his hardness, his head stretching me already.

Impale myself completely, moaning with my head thrown back. Damn, this never gets old. I want it hard and fast and he’s in the same mood. Just the way his fingertips dig into my ass checks, clues me in on his intention to fuck me crazy.

“This dress was so fucking sexy, I was ready to ruin my reputation,” he admits between kisses to my neck.”

I would say I’m surprised he held out this long but it was strategic on his part. He knew I’d be so horny I’d agree to almost anything after the way he was dancing on me all night.

Too impatient to concentrate, rip his shirt open, the rest of the buttons fly and pull an excited growl out of him. He craves my wild side all the time. My mewls and whimpers may be loud but I’ve past the threshold of giving a fuck. Only thing that matters is how my husband feels inside of me. It’s so damn good.

“Fuck,” he groans. “That’s right. Ride my dick like you own it.”

“Why do you like me on top?” I breathe out my question because we are fucking at a sprinter’s pace. I don’t care if we fuck up the wall, I’d buy another wall just to do it again. “Is this your favorite position?”

“I already told you at the gallery. My favorite is yours.”

His words come back to me, heightening the moment.

"I like to look you in the eyes so I can watch what I’m doing to you. My favorite position is your favorite position because my goal is to give you the most intense orgasms that you can handle."

It’s my turn to cuss. Opening my eyes, I cup his jaw and stare into his as I move my hips to start using him as a sex toy. My eye lips flutter every time we hit my spot but I keep our gazes locked. This level of intimacy is scary but I can’t look away. We stare at each other until my body peaks and my cum so hard that my walls clamp down on him abruptly.

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