Page 126 of Corrupted Deception

“Much better,” she replied with a satisfied nod.

I would most certainly be inquiring aboutthatlater.

“Shall we, gentlemen?” Morales asked, stepping in and motioning toward the side door.

Declan nodded and let go of Charlotte, but she grabbed his hand, loosening her grip when he winced.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked.

He nodded, smiling at her in a way that I hoped he’d been smiling at her since she found him ten years ago.

“I am, Char. You deserve to live in a world without men like Miguel Silva. It’s my job to do everything I can to make that happen.”

If ever I’d wondered if Declan Ryan had really been as good for Charlotte as she and Aurelio seemed to have thought, I stopped wondering in that moment.

Nacio and Declan started walking, and Deo and our men followed. Charlotte’s brow furrowed as she watched the way her father was limping along, but while injured, he was moving under his own power.

Alvarez was in there, the man responsible for the death of one of our men. Not long ago, I would have been first in line to right that wrong, but now, I hesitated.

“You can go with them, Cielo. I know thatLos Cazadores Sangrientos’boss is responsible for getting one of your men killed, and I… I get why you’re okay with doing the things you do, and I’m okay with that. If you need to do this…” she said, nodding toward the side entrance door, “I’ll be fine.”

I leaned back against the car door next to her. “My brother isn’t as good as this type of work as I am,” I said, “but I think, with Aurelio and Morales there, he’ll do all right.”

“You don’t—”

“Charlotte, there is nowhere I’d rather be,” I cut in.

She looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “In that case, I happen to know a place,” she said while the corners of her plump lips turned up in a devilish smile.

“A place?”

She nodded and took my hand, pulling me further, past the house and onto the grounds of the estate behind it.

“You’ll see.”

***

She walked, then ran, pulling me along with her through the guava trees behind Morales’ estate. By the time we stepped out into a clearing and she slowed her pace, there was a light sheen of sweat coating her arms and neck.

She stopped five yards from an enormous pond, kept fresh with a fountain in the center of it. She dropped my hand, then kept walking, grabbing hold of the hem of her shirt as she did and yanking it off over her head.

I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

I watched as she unclasped her bra and tossed it on the ground. She had her back to me, but all that tanned flesh was already getting me hard. Fast.

Her pants went next. She hopped on one foot, then the other as she tugged them off, making her tits jiggle.

Then the thong, the last scrap of fabric she was wearing. She’d reached the water’s edge by the time she tossed the lacy scrap to the ground and she spun to face me.

Christ.

Naked, tanned all over, with the sun filtering in through the canopy overhead and glistening off her sweat-slick skin.

Fucking beautiful.

“Are you coming? Or am I flying solo here?” she asked, sliding her hands down her body enticingly.

“Why don’t you get started, and I’ll join in?” I asked, not at all opposed to watching her hands slip and slide all over her body, seeing her fingers glide through her lips and disappear inside her cunt. Not opposed at all.

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