Page 93 of Rio's Release

I keep him talking for another fifteen minutes, and finally, out of the corner of my eye, I see Luisa slip inside the tent and head to her friends. A minute later, Blue returns to our table.

His eyes flick to mine, but I ignore him, feigning fascination in how pecans are harvested.

Eventually, Eduardo’s wife comes and claims him for a dance, and he excuses himself.

“You ready to go?” Rio leans to whisper.

I sip the end of my drink. “Whenever you are.”

“We’re gonna slip out, boys. Stay and enjoy yourselves. The booze is free, just don’t get so fucked up you can’t ride.”

“Never, Prez,” Mauler says.

“They’re your responsibility, VP,” Rio says, patting Zig on the shoulder.

“Great, thanks,” he mutters.

I catch Blue watching me as we say our goodbyes, and I’m sure he’s wondering if I’m going to tell Rio what I saw.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Tequila Nights

Rio—

On the way to the hacienda, I can’t help slipping my palm into the slit of that sexy dress and gliding it along Shelby’s smooth inner thigh.

She leans closer, and I drag my eyes from the road to give her a kiss. Her eyes are heavy lidded. “You didn’t have too much to drink, did you?”

“Nope. Just enough.” She grins.

“Good. Don’t want you passing out on me.”

“No chance of that, especially with that hand up my skirt.

I chuckle and stroke it higher. “I’ve been wondering all night long if you had something on underneath this dress.”

She gives me a seductive smile. “Have you, now?”

“Yes, ma’am. You gonna let me find out right here and now?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want you driving off the road.”

Her answer has me hopeful. “Hmm. That sounds promising. I take your safety seriously, so I guess I’ll have to solve that problem.” Without another word, I ease to the shoulder.

“Rio,” she squeaks. “What are you doing?”

I throw the truck in park, then lean over, my arm across the back of her seat, and my other hand free to explore. Her eyesdilate as my palm moves up her thigh until my fingertips reach the apex and find her bare.

“Goddamn, honey. If I’d have known you were naked under this dress, I’d have left the party hours ago.”

“You never asked.” She giggles.

My fingers find her pussy slick and ready.

Her breathing quickens as I make gentle circles around her clit until she’s lifting her hips to meet my every touch and her breath comes in little soft pants.

“There’s my girl. I love that you’re ready for me. I love that I can make you so wet, and I’ve barely touched you.”

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