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“That’s amazing, baby girl.” I pull her off the bed and into my arms. “Congratulations.”
At five-nine, she’s nearly six inches shorter than me, but has no problems laying her head on my shoulder. “Thanks. I have no idea what I’m going to do. All she said is that I have to pick a holiday in August and plan around that.”
“Do you have any idea what you want to do?”
She shakes her head as she pulls back. “No. I was looking up some national holidays when the two of you arrived. I didn’t realize just how many little weird holidays there are every month. It’s a little overwhelming.”
“Don’t stress, Dani. You’ll figure it out.” Andrés comes to stand behind her, pressing her between us as he kisses the back of her head.
She sighs, leaning back to rest her head on his shoulder for a moment. “I will, but later. Right now, we have a scene to record. Chop chop, boys. We need to give the people what they want.”
“Oh, I’m all man,mi reina,” Andrés murmurs, and she laughs before wiggling out from between us.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s do this.”
My eyes lock with Andrés’s. “Yeah, let’s do that.”
Chapter Eight
Dani
“Hey,mami,“ Andrés says as he leans toward my desk. “What do you say we get out of here? I can think of much more interesting ways we can spend our time than listening to the professor drone on…whatever it is he’s talking about.”
Thank goodness, I’ve done enough scenes that I don’t immediately burst into laughter because it’s what I want to do right now. Andrés is laying it on thick with his football persona.
“I don’t think so,” I tell him haughtily, keeping my eyes on Victor as he pretends to speak, his arms moving around as if he’s passionate about what he’s talking about.
“Oh, come on. I know you’ve been dreaming about wrapping those lush red lips around my cock.” He pauses. “Oh, wait. That’s me. That’s all I can think about.”
Victor’s hands slam down onto Andrés’s desk, but he just turns to the “professor” with raised eyebrows. “Yes?”
“Flirting instead of paying attention in class again?” Victor asks, leaning in close to the other man.
Andrés shrugs, gesturing toward me. “Can you really blame me?”
Victor’s gaze trails over my body, setting it alight, and I lick my lips. “No, I guess I can’t.”
His eyes drag back down my body before he pushes to his feet. “I think we’ll end there. Class dismissed.”
Andrés and I reach down to grab our bags, but Victor shakes his head. “No. Not the two of you. I’m tired of you interrupting my class.”
“It’s not my fault. I’ve turned him down every time, but he won’t leave me alone,” I whine, waving my hand toward Andrés. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“Oh, you’re not?” Victor cocks his eyebrow as he moves to stand in front of me, pulling the desktop up and away from me, allowing it to settle beside the seat. “You don’t think dressing like that encourages behavior like his?”
I smirk, blinking at him from beneath my eyelashes. “But I don’t dress like this for him, professor.”
“You don’t.”
I shake my head, pulling my skirt up as I spread my legs. “No, sir. This is all for you.”
Victor’s eyes lock on my pussy as I run a finger through my wet folds before offering it to him. He hesitates only for a moment before diving forward to lock his lips around it.
A growl leaves his lips as he drops my hand and steps back. His attention turns back to Andrés, whose eyes are between my legs.
“Is that what you want? That pretty pink pussy of hers that she’s offering me?”
He nods. “Fuck yes.”
