Page 33 of What She Wants

Marín sends me a row of laughing emojis with an eye rolling one at the end of the line. I didn’t think he’d dare speak in emoji. I smirk despite myself but neither one of us text again. I’d just taken a shower before our text exchange so I traded in my towel for my silk robe and a glass of wine. Just texting Marín makes me horny and I know he would have delivered on his promise tenfold but being unfulfilled will just be the price I pay for making a statement. Esme doesn’t run around after dick even if it’s the kind that keeps my sisters locked up under their husbands.

I tap my chin as I think. A good orgasm is a great way to end the day…Nope. I shake my head to discard the thought. Besides, his mother might show up and kill the fun. Resolute, I perch myself on my couch and enjoy another sip of my wine. Leaning back, I rest my head on my couch cushions and close my eyes, careful not to drop my wine. I know it’s still kind of early but some days are good for checking out.

A knock on my door followed by the doorbell catches me off guard. My sisters usually don’t pop up and my parents don’t either. I go through possible visitors as I make my way to the door only to be surprised to see Marín standing on the other side. The shock has me swinging open my door with more force than necessary.

“How in the hell…” I stop once I realize how he did it. “That is not what my medical records are for, Marín.”

He pecks me on the lips like I didn’t speak and plucks the wine out of my hands as he lets himself inside. Definitely not a vampire.

Marín drinks the rest of my wine and turns to face me. As usual, the visual of him takes a little of my breath away. It annoys me since he’s just wearing black lounge pants and a white t-shirt. He kicks off his flip flops and places them by the door then walks into my kitchen and places the glass into the sink.

“I gave my word earlier and I’m here to fulfill it.”

I snort with a disbelieving laugh. “Yeah youwordis the only reason you’re here.”

“No,” he says. “My word is the main reason but I’m not going to lie or omit that I love the way it feels to be inside of you.”

Dammit, more butterflies.

He reaches out his hand palm up and gives me a command like this is his home. “Come, Esme.”

Okay, that made my nipples hard but he doesn’t need to know that. We stand in our respective spots in another mini face off but he cheats and removes his shirt.

“Defying me only makes me horny,mimuñeca.” Delgado runs his hand along his dick that’s hardening under his pants to prove his point.

“Don’t you think we have things to discuss?” I stall, not sure why I want to delay the inevitable. I feel like Renée Zellweger, he had me at hello.

“Ride me first then we can discuss.”

“And if I said I didn’t want to ride you?”

His smile comes back but drops into a lip biting moan as he slides his hand into his bottoms. “Then you’d be lying.” His eyes drop to my hard nipples poking against my robe. “Flash me,Mamí. I miss your sexy body.”

Geesh, at this rate he’s going to get me pregnant whether we get married or not. I can only be stimulated by him for so long before I join in and he knows that. I untie the sash, watching him watch me.

“Despacito,” he whispers. “Slowly.”

Removing my robe slowly only caresses my skin and teases me more. I’m beyond wet and ready by the time it hits the floor. He doesn’t have to tell me to come to him this time. I do it at my own volition.

He kisses me with fervor as he walks us backwards until he sits on my couch. He licks my kisses off his lips as he manspreads.

“Come claim your prize.”

Marín pulls out his beautiful dick, reminding me that it’s just as attractive as the rest of him. It should be illegal for him to be so damn mesmerizing. I straddle him without allowing him to penetrate me.

His hands grip my hips as he looks up at me expectantly. I run my fingers through his hair but grip it to keep his eyes on me.

“You want to marry me for unlimited access to my body, but there is more to me than sex.”

He smirks and traps my chin between his finger and thumb. “I know Esme Reine LeClaire. You are the second LeClaire child, twenty-nine years old, has a MBA. You love the beach, flavored lemonades, everything lavender, and your family of course.” He kisses my jaw. “You believe in God but do not subscribe to any denominations. All surface stats but,” he pulls me forward until his dick is pressing against my opening. “This,” he sighs as he penetrates me about halfway. “Is the only way you’re willing to communicate.”

I’m surprised that he knows as much as he does since I’ve never given an interview since I cannot stand his mother. Him bothering to learn anything about me gives me a warmth inside that I didn’t expect.

We moan in unison and my grip on his hair tightens when he bottoms out. “You’re raw again.”

“We already discussed this,” he volleys.

“No, you said words on the subject while fucking me,” I pant because the friction is getting good.

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