“It’s your turn again,” he adds. “Sou toda sua, linda.”
His sexy Latin accent caresses my skin, making me melt as he tells me in Portuguese he’s all mine and calls me beautiful.
My body responds to the command, and I move my hips over his, riding him.
His face is a beauty to behold when raw masculine pleasure fills it. He watches me take him, and it’s only when my walls tighten around his cock that he moves toward me again.
I’m going to come, and so is he. I can feel it now. The tug of pleasure cripples me as I climax.
His lips find mine again when he does, too. Hot cum sprays into me, and he kisses me hard, like he’s making love to my mouth.
He caresses my cheek with hot, sexy kisses, and as we climb down from the sexual high, breathing hard, I feel like his. Like I belong to him.
Every nerve ending quivers in my body, and I fear what will happen as he pulls away from my lips.
I don’t know what to expect. I just gave myself to him. Is this the part where he tells me he’s done with me for the night and sends me to my room?
“Stay the night with me.” As he speaks the words, I wonder if I made them up.
“What?”
“I want you to stay in here with me. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Okay.”
Bright sunlight wakesme when I roll onto my side.
For a few seconds, I’m momentarily disorientated and forget where I am.
It’s not until my gaze lands on the exquisite leather furniture in the living room that I remember I’m in Brazil, in Alejandro Ramírez’s home.
At that moment, I recall with perfect clarity the night I spent with him.
As I sit, the soreness between my thighs provides another token of the night.
We had sex four times.
Four times.
The last time knocked me out.
I look around the room and already know he’s not here. I can’t feel his presence, and the clock on the wall tells me I have two hours before I start work.
To say last night was intense is an understatement, and now guilt rides my heart worse than ever.
What I need to do is come up with a plan to get what I need.
As it stands now, anything I do to get closer to Alejandro is going to deceive him and ruin me.
I don’t want him to think I’m a lying whore. Last night was real for me. There was nothing about it that was part of the lie I am.
It’s just my bad luck that I finally meet a man who’s managed to make me feel something other than the broken person I’ve been for the last four years.
What happens when he finds out the truth? Can my heart handle that?
I know I can’t be with him. That’s completely out of the question. He can’t be with me either.
Because I’m a fraud.