Santiago runs his finger over my bottom lip and my red lipstick slightly smudges.
"Santi," I hiss. He leans down and nicks my bottom lip in return.
"It's Mr. Alvaro to you, secretary," he rumbles. He ran his hand that was resting on my hips down to...
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Leilani stares at me with her mouth gaped open. "Wha-Wha- What do you mean?"
"I don't like to repeat myself."
Leilani stands up and straightens out her dress. She walks over to me and takes a seat next to me. I move the cupholder between us and bring her closer to me.
"Someone might see us," she hisses.
"We're not doing anything." Yet.
She rests her head between my shoulder and neck and breathes deeply. Her lavender scent enters my nose and I take in the classical smell that is her. She always smells good. Vibrant. Classy.
My left hand rubs up and down her arms, causing goosebumps to prickle on her skin. It felt nice sitting with her like this. It felt normal. We didn't feel like a boss and a secretary. We felt normal. Almost like a...
My body goes still at the thought. I've never been a relationship person despite my attempts to do so. Everything about my relationships reminded me of my mamá and papá. Their relationship started good and healthy, but then he hurt her.
Every single time. And I had no choice but to watch.
Leilani's hand rested on my chest, and she snuggled closer to me. My dick stirred in my shorts. Having her this close to me was doing things to me.
My hand dropped from her arm to her waist, giving it a warning squeeze. She wasn't even doing anything, yet she still vexed me.
"What are you working on?" she whispers. I could smell the mint on her breath.
"If you're worried about Aidan saying anything about us, he won't. At least not to your face. He'll give me shit though," I reassured her.
"I trust you," she says. Her fingers glide softly along the beginning of my t-shirt. The tips of her nails brush my skin and I grip her waist harder. She hisses. "That hurts."
It didn't seem like it hurt though. The way her body angled towards me. Her fingers move more, and her breathing becomes slightly ragged. Her voice purred and it intrigued me.
My hand on her hip glides lower. I lower my head and whisper in her ear. "You're testing me, hermosa."
"I like it when you call me hermosa. It makes me feel seen. Like you see me," she whispers. I look her in her eyes and kiss her tenderly on the forehead. "I do see you, Leilani."
Her hand moves from my chest to my hair. "And I want to see you. All of you. Every single part of you. I feel like you know more of me than I know you."
My hand glides down to her bottom and I grip it, trying to battle all the different thoughts swirling in my head. Letting her in would mean giving her pieces of me that I haven't given to anyone in years. Hell, what she's asking for I've never seen anyone give that to anyone. "I can't promise you anything more than physical. I don't know anything else."
