Page 99 of Hidden By His Side

There was no dial tone, and the line wasn’t completely empty. There was a hitch in someone’s breathing, and Summer tried to work through who it could be.

The only person who struggled to talk was Naz. He never called, but maybe he was making an exception.

“Are you there, Naz?” she asked, hearing an angry curse, and then the dial tone sounded.

Summer frowned as she replaced the phone in its cradle.

“Naz?” Ramiro asked, his brow creased as he stared at her from his desk.

“I’m not sure.” Summer rubbed at the back of her neck. She hated making anyone angry. “Have you heard from him lately?”

“I text him weekly, and he always responds. Naz wouldn’t call. Why did you think it was him?”

“Someone’s been calling fairly regularly, but not saying anything when I answer. I know Naz struggles to talk, so I thought…” She shook her head. “I was being stupid. It’s probably just a wrong number.”

“You’re not being stupid at all, Summer.” Ramiro pushed up from his desk. “You said it’s been happening a lot?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say a lot. I mean, there wasn’t a call like that at all over the last week.”

“When did they start?”

“I’m not sure. The first one seemed harmless enough, but by the fourth, I started noticing. That was the night you took me for a drive.” Warmth filled her as she thought of that evening. It had been the perfect date.

Ramiro finished walking around her desk. He leaned over her, his hands resting on the armrests of her chair, caging her in.

Summer’s heartbeat sped up, but it wasn’t in fear; it was in anticipation. Ramiro had been doing the same thing off and on all week, testing her by hovering over her. At first, shadowshad shifted in her mind. This was the first time there wasn’t a shadow, not at all.

Her head lifted, and she gazed into those warm eyes she loved, wishing he’d kiss her.

“Thanks for telling me,” Ramiro said. “I’ll have Hayes check on it.” Then he closed the distance, and their mouths touched.

Summer wrapped her arms around his neck and clung, opening her mouth to take the kiss deeper. His hum of pleasure worked her up even more, and she lifted her legs, wrapping them behind his to get closer.

His hands slid from the armrests down under her ass. He dragged her against him as she stroked into his mouth and made him groan.

Ramiro was so easy to tempt. He didn’t do quickies, though. Once she riled him up, not much work got done.

Summer loved it. It was as if he forgot everything but her.

His mouth panted against hers as their foreheads rested together. “You’re so hot for me already. Have you been thinking about something naughty this whole time?”

Summer flushed, her eyes drifting to the desk. “Maybe,” she whispered.

“Tell me. Tell me what you’ve been wanting.” He kissed her again, his lips a swift brush of warmth. “I want to hear you say it.”

She stared into him, her heart beating even harder. “I want you to fuck me on the desk,” she admitted.

Ramiro groaned, his lips latching on to hers as his arm swept everything off the surface of the desk, including the phone that she’d already forgotten about.

Summer gasped when her back hit the surface. She was wearing one of her flowered skirts as usual, and it had already bunched up around her thighs from the way her legs wrapped around him. Ramiro shoved it even higher, baring her damp underwear to his hungry gaze.

“Unbutton your blouse,” Ramiro said against her lips. “I want to see your beautiful tits bounce as I fuck you.”

She whimpered from his words. He left her mouth to drag her underwear down her legs and off. His fingers teased her already wet slit, poised right there on the edge of the desk and open to him where he stood between her legs.

Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was a front clasp, and she flicked it open, shuddering when he dipped his head to close his mouth around one of her tightened nipples even as he pushed his finger inside of her.

“Please, Ram. Please!” Everything else had fallen away. All she knew was Ramiro’s mouth, Ramiro’s finger, Ramiro’s body hovering over hers.

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