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“Thank you for walking me to my car,” she had said, looking up at him with fuck-me eyes.
Desire crackled between them. There was no way he could walk away. He didn’t remember what he said to her. All he remembered was leaning in, and she didn’t put up a hand to halt him. She never whispered the wordsNoorStop.
When he kissed her, the pavement beneath his feet shifted. He became consumed with need. He unbuttoned her pants right there in the parking deck and finger-fucked her until she spasmed uncontrollably. As he sucked her neck, she panted through her orgasm, her cries soft and broken as her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Afterward, he realized how dangerous their behavior had been. Anyone could have seen them, but at the time, he had only cared about making her come. All he could say in his defense was, “Goddammit. I didn’t plan to do this here, but you…”
Another passionate kiss followed his declaration, prompting her to invite him back to her place. They almost didn’t make it to the bedroom.
When she tried to lift off her blouse, he held her hand.
“No,” he said, his voice sounding guttural and hoarse. “Let me.”
Then he lifted the top over her head and tossed it to the floor. He pulled down her pants and surprised her by lowering to his knees and using his teeth to drag her blue cheeky below her hips.
They spent the rest of the night screwing each other’s brains out. His tongue and hands came to know every inch of her body. Her soft, walnut-tipped breasts. Her smooth thighs that spread wide to welcome him, and the sweet wetness between them that he never wanted anyone else to have the pleasure of tasting.
When he finally left, he was walking on clouds, but when he saw her the following Monday, she acted as if nothing had happened.
It drove him crazy, and he wanted her again. He’d spent the entire rest of the weekend thinking about her and the irresistible softness of her mouth, the scent of her skin, and the way she felt in his arms.
Then his father asked him to stay indefinitely, and he invited himself to her apartment on the following Friday night, and their Friday night hookups became the norm. They didn’t make any promises to each other, but meeting up became the perfect way to end the work week and de-stress.
Taking over Santana International would have been a lot more challenging without her to talk to. And of course, he enjoyed making love to her. She satisfied his appetite for sex and was just as unrestrained and devoted to pleasure as he was. The shape and press of her slender fingers were permanently engraved on his skin.
Bottom line, Thiago couldn’t afford to have another man come between them. He wouldn’t tolerate it. He had to figure out who the hell this man was.
And get rid of him.
Chapter Twelve
“So, what do you think? I can pick you up on Friday, and we can go from there.”
India and Leo had been playing phone tag all weekend, and he’d finally caught up with her as she was walking back from lunch.
“I love the idea, but since this is the first time we’re going out, how about we meet at the comedy club instead?” India asked, side-stepping a man coming toward her on the sidewalk.
“No problem, but I promise, I’ve been vetted by Josh and Kiara,” Leo told her.
“I love Josh and Kiara to death and know they would never risk my safety, but sinceIdon’t know you, I’d still like to be careful. Does meeting up work for you?” She hoped her insistence didn’t turn him off. She had enjoyed talking to him and looked forward to finally meeting.
“Listen, I want you to be comfortable, so meeting up is not a problem. I’ll see you Friday?”
“See you Friday. Text me the location.”
“Done. I’ll touch base with you on Thursday to make sure nothing’s changed.”
After the call disconnected, India dropped the phone inside the pocket of her blazer as she briskly walked the few blocks to the Santana International building, hurrying back to work so she wouldn’t be late. She’d had to wolf down her sandwich earlier because she had taken part of her lunch break to run to the bank, and the line had been long. As an executive, no one would bat an eye if she returned late, but she liked to set a good example for the staff.
The phone buzzed in her pocket, and she removed it to find that Leo had texted the information, as promised. He was taking her to see a stand-up comedian on Friday since he had to work Saturday and Sunday because a big artist was in town for an exhibition. She had contemplated canceling but decided she wanted to meet him right away—if for no other reason than to determine if she wanted to keep him on her list of prospects.
She hated canceling on Thiago again, though. Hopefully, he’d understand, but she dreaded telling him.
Speak of the devil,she thought.
Up ahead, a driver held open the door to a limo in front of the building, and Thiago emerged from the back seat. Her pulse jumped at the sight of him, tall and imposing as he adjusted the cuffs of his navy blue jacket, which he’d paired with a pale yellow shirt today. His neatly coiffed hair glimmered under the rays of the midday sun. Once again, she thought he looked handsome enough to be a model.
When he saw her, his footsteps slowed. “India,” he greeted her, his voice crisp and professional as he opened the door to the building.
