𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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"You did what?" I ask taking another bite of the cake.
"I put a timer believing the oven would just go off when it was time, I read it online and I thought it would work but clearly... it didn't." Carlos defends himself, showing me a picture on his phone.
Moving closer I stare at the picture of a very burnt chocolate sheet cake. Some more time in the oven and it would have disintegrated.
"There are two options, on one the oven would turn off but the other is simply an alarm," I explain trying to contain my laughter.
"Are you laughing at a poor man's misery? That's not cool Mia. I was trying to do something nice for you and this is how you pay me back?" He acts hurt putting his hand right across his heart.
"Did I hurt your precious ego?" I joke too, standing from my side of the table and going to him.
"You did, a lot." He smirks as his hands wander to my hips.
If someone had told me there would be a day when I would miss this man as much as I did I would have asked them what they were on. Not even 48 hours and I craved him more than I craved anything before. He sure did a number on me.
"Any way I could fix that?" I smile innocently putting my arms around his shoulders.
He smirks, bringing me as close as he can. His fingers digging into my skin making my body shake in anticipation.
"I have some ideas." He whispers as his hands run to my butt.
And that's all it takes, I'm already wet for him and he hasn't done anything yet. He is way too dangerous.
"Like what?" I whisper back trying my best to get my act together.
"Kneel for me would you?" He asks but it's most likely an order.
"Yes, sir," I smirk knowing damn well how much that turns him on. So much he hates it.
"You are going to regret that." He warns me moving his chair back as I kneel in front of him.
He stands, balancing himself between the chair and the table, and looks down at me. If he already towers over me normally now he practically shadows me whole. I feel so small and usually, that would make me anxious but with him, I just feel ecstatic. I even forget I'm still in my sweats and hoodie because the way he stares at me is as if he was looking at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"I can't wait," I admit honestly.
I would let him do anything he wanted to me. Anything.
"My pants, take them off." His left hand goes to my hair, bringing it all together so he can get some leverage.
Nodding I instantly follow his orders and put his pants down, leaving him in his underwear. He is already hard not fully but enough. I want nothing more than to wrap my hand around it, my mouth, and bring him to the brim. To make him come so hard he even forgets his name.
