Page 53 of Sin and Seduction

“I can’t either, mi ciela, and I won’t let anything happen. I swear it,” he says, his lips hovering over mine.

I stand up on my toes and kiss him, gently at first, but then it turns into this all-consuming meeting of our mouths that I can’t slow. I kiss him like I’m starving, like I’m angry and worried and in love. I kiss him with everything that I feel, and he takes it all and gives back even more. His hands go to the tie of my robe and undo it, dropping it to the ground and dropping his towel with it.

He lifts my naked body and wraps my legs around his waist. I feel his cock harden at my entrance and moan, needing him inside me with a fire that burns me all over.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he asks, and I nod quickly.

“Always. I’m always wet for you.” I gasp, and he eats it up.

“Good girl,” he says as he thrusts inside me so roughly that I cry out.

He fucks me fast and hard, his hands gripping my ass and his mouth wrapping around my breasts. I shake and cry as he fucks me like a mad man, my head tilted back and my eyes gazing up at the stars. He hits a spot deep in me, and I scream, gripping his shoulders and clawing at his skin.

“Fuck me harder!” I shout, and he does, lifting me up higher and slapping against me as my pussy swallows him.

“That’s it, Dante! Right there!” I shout, coming around him hard and fast.

He pushes in one last time and shouts, coming in long, deep waves as he holds me close, and I look up at the stars. He kisses my neck and my ear, whispering to me gently as time passes.

“I love you, mi ciela. I will die to keep you safe,” he says, and I kiss him deep, afraid to ever let him go.

21

Esmeralda

It’s beentwo weeks since James Rowen came into town. He’s been staying in the west wing, and when we broke the news to Gabriela, all hell broke loose.

“What do you mean he’s staying in the west wing?” she cried.

“You couldn’t afford to put him in a hotel or something?” she paced around the room, pulling at her hair and stomping around like a child.

“Calm down, Gabriela. Think about the baby,” I reminded her, hating that she works herself up like this constantly.

“Oh, stop it, Emmie! I can’t be a saint all of the time. I’m pissed, and I have every right to be! Him staying here is not good for the baby!” she shouted, and Dante hushed her.

“Keep your voice down, Gabriela. He’s in the house, and we don’t want to cause a scene,” Dante said.

“And what’s the worst that could happen, huh? The father of my child might find out that he has a fucking responsibility to worry about for once!”

The conversation occurred nearly two weeks ago, and ever since, Gabriela has been walking on eggshells. Anytime James would enter a room, she would leave. Anytime he would knock on her door, she would yell for him to go away. He’s not a grumpy man, from what I can tell. He’s humorous and annoying, sure, but not really angry except when Gabriela would act like this. Then he would get pissed, and that confused me.

For a man who only knew her for a week, he sure acts like he cares a lot. If he didn’t, then anytime she would storm off or yell, he would simply give that same cowboy smirk that he gives all of us, but he doesn’t. He curses and goes to the gym and works out for hours on end. To be honest, I’m tired of smelling him.

Dealing with these two as well as planning a graduation party, on top of planning a business, has been more stressful than I could possibly handle. Thank God Ricky is coming into town today to go shopping for a graduation outfit for tomorrow. I need to get the fuck out of the house and away from the circus that lives inside of it.

Dante said that they are getting closer and closer to finding the right time to deal with Diego Flores. Apparently, he’s back in LA and searching for James. James knows every location and had even installed an unknown tracking device in Diego’s prized watch that he wears every day. Apparently, he’s been on his own mission to kill the man responsible for the death of his parents. It’s only days before their ambush is to be set in motion, but I made Dante promise to be present and leave work alone for my graduation and party.

I arrange a fresh vase of flowers on the kitchen table and step back to admire the view. The interior designer made all of my requests and more. This place feels even more like a home now, and I can’t wait for James to get the fuck out of it so I can enjoy it in peace. Gabriela has never been a problem, but when he’s around, she’s a completely different person, and it makes my head spin.

The doorbell rings, and I know Ricky is there. He’s staying here tonight, and in the morning, we are taking the jet to LA. His parents will be flying in the day after graduation for the party, and I cannot wait to see them all and show them my new home. I run to the front door and stop in the foyer when I see James leaning against the table.

“Expectin’ someone?” he drawls, and I straighten my back and narrow my eyes at him.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am. So if you could please stay out of the way and not cause a scene these next few days, I’d greatly appreciate it,” I say, and he laughs, backing away with his hands raised in defense.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, ma’am. I gotta cover for your husband while he has a couple of vacation days anyway. Toodaloo,” he waves bye and leaves the room.

I pull open the front door and hug Ricky as soon as I see him. He smells of expensive cologne, and he’s wearing an outfit that looks like he got it straight off the runway.

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