Page 13 of Inspiring Dominic

My heartbeat quickened as I awaited his response. However, instead of words, he responded with his lips, slowly descending to my mouth in a kiss that was sweet and sultry all rolled into one.

We’d kissed plenty of times since that day at the bar, but each time we did, it left me breathless no matter how long or short our kisses were.

“I didn’t kiss you in the car because I was unsure of our destination and how long it would take us to get there,” he explained, his scent still driving me crazy even with the light breeze outside. “I kissed you now because it’s what you wanted in the car, but to be clear, next time my mouth is on you, your face isn’t the lips I want to be kissing.”

“Oh,” I gasped, my pussy quivering at the thought.

“If we aren’t on the same page, tell me now.”

“We’re on the same page,” I blurted, nodding like one of those damn bobbleheads. My panties were already soaked and the way he looked at me wasn’t helping my situation.

“That’s good to know,” he voiced, cupping my chin. “Especially since you have so many layers that I want to unwrap. Parts of you I want to explore.” His impenetrable gaze darkened. “It doesn’t matter how little we know each other, I’m slowly getting addicted to spending time with you.”

I puffed out a small gasp of air, not recalling a time in my life a man had ever seemed so invested in me based off a few memorable moments. Dom was dangerous in a way I didn’t see coming at first. He was calculated with his sexiness, giving you a little at a time until all you wanted to do was get him to lose all his inhibitions and truly give in.

While Gabriella shook her head at me from the stoop of her front door, obviously amused to see me so into this man, I encouraged myself to get my head back in the game because all I could think about was Dom. And fucking Dom. Fucking with Dom. Watching Dom even doing the motions of fucking would make me horny at this point.

Basically, anything that had to do with fucking was a trigger for me because getting involved with a man with that ‘speak to your soul’ kind of sexy could have a woman ready to promise her unborn child to the devil himself.

Chapter 4

DOMINIC

“Do you remember the plan?” Samara asked as we arrived at the lively, outdoor Havana nightclub.

“Of course,” I confirmed, making sure my voice was as low as hers was.

“Good. We’ve got one shot to get what we need.”

“As long as your contact is sure that Robert isn’t in Cuba yet, we’re good,” I reminded. “The minute he sees me, he’ll know some shit is going on. He and I have never gotten along.”

“My contact is trustworthy. Robert isn’t here yet, but Luca is the son of Julio, the owner of the biggest chain of banks in Cuba. Luca was born in America and only moved to Cuba a few months ago after his mom passed away. Word is, Luca has no idea that dear daddy is involved in dirty money and this dude parties five times a week, so he’s drunk most the time. If we can get him to confirm his dad’s upcoming meeting with Robert, I’ll have all the ammo I need for my story and Prescott Holdings will have what you and your family need to fire Robert and do whatever else you deem fit.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Gaby asked, popping in between us.

I smirked, wrapping an arm around Samara’s waist. “I was just informing your cousin here that she ain’t ready for me on the dance floor. You’re looking at South Carolina’s salsa champ.”

“Ha! I don’t believe you,” Samara retorted.

“Believe it, baby. I gave up dance for football, but your boy got skills.”

“You seem like the goofy type to have two left feet,” she teased.

“When I prove you wrong, I want to collect my reward,” I voiced. I planned on saying more, but the potent smell of cigars making love to my nostrils distracted me. “Shit, I haven’t smoked a Cohiba in years.”

“Ah, you seem to know your puros, hombre,” Gaby’s boyfriend, Tomás, detected as we sat down at a nearby table after some folks got up. Tomás spoke a combination of English and Spanish, or at least he had since I met him a couple days ago. Gaby doesn’t stop smiling when he’s around, and they seemed to be good together.

“If I don’t know shit else, I know my cigars,” I told him.

“I’ll have to take you to my cousin’s place.” Tomás nodded to the bar. “Right now, he’s working as a bartender here to save up money for his shop, but he knows more about cigars than anyone I know.”

“Sounds good to me.” I looked to Samara. “As long as she doesn’t keep me too busy while I’m in town.”

Samara placed one hand on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Don’t forget that I’m the one who told you that you need to have a little fun. Can’t just be about work.”

“Speaking of fun, this is my jam,” Gaby chanted, singing lyrics to an upbeat Spanish song. “Come on, Sammy, let’s dance.” Gaby looked sheepishly at me. “Whoops! I mean Samara.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sammy, huh? I thought I heard Gaby call you Sammy yesterday while she was taking us around town.”

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