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My cock is now painfully stiff and my jaw is clenched.

I make quick work of the rest of her. When I’m done, I snap the cap back on and hand it to her.

“Gracias,” she murmurs in that sexy Mexican accent. Her eyes flutter closed.

I lie back in my deck chair and try to calm myself down. It takes a full fifteen minutes for my erection to go down. When I happen to glance over and catch another sight of her ass tanning in the Hawaiian sun, it resets the clock.

Fuck this. I’m not sitting her and letting her screw with my head this way.

So I head for the kitchen, craving something sweet to drive out the image of my tongue pushing deep inside Esme’s pink little pussy.

I rummage through the refrigerator and the cabinet, but nothing is appealing. Not when what I want—what Ireallywant—is right out on the pool deck.

Waiting for me. Tempting me. Daring me to devour her.

I look back out the huge living room windows to where she’s lying. No—she’s sitting up now, actually.

And as I watch, she unscrews something, tips the contents into her hands, and throws them into her mouth.

I drop the pitcher of sangria I’d been holding back on the island countertop with a harsh clank and storm outside.

“What the fuck was that?” I demand.

She looks up at me in surprise. “What was what?” Her voice is still sugary sweet. Innocent as could be.

Fucking liar.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

“You need to relax.”

She goes to push her designer sunglasses back up on her nose, but I snatch them off her face and hurl them into the pristine blue water behind me.

“Do not ever tell me to relax,” I snarl.

Her face freezes. Not with fear, but with anger.

She puts her feet on the pavement and rises to her full height. “If you’re going to freak out about me taking fuckingvitamins,then this marriage will be even shorter than I expected.”

Then, with one final searing glance into my eyes, she sidles past me and goes inside, switching her hips with every step.

“Not a chance,kukolka,” I rasp to myself when she’s gone. “You’re mine until the day we both die.”

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Artem

Esme stays in her room for the remainder of the evening.

When dinner time comes around, she asks one of the house boys to bring her up a tray of food.

The disappointment I feel is palpable and unwelcome, but I decide to leave her be on the first night. If she doesn’t want to eat with me, I’m not about to force her.

Still, it’s a long night. I end up masturbating twice before I can finally sleep.

I wake up the next morning, wondering how Esme is planning on avoiding me today. My cock can’t take this kind of tease and denial much longer before I do something rash.

I’m finally starting to understand the term “blue balls.” It isn’t exactly a phrase I’m overly familiar with. Not until Esme Moreno came into my life.

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