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Inda:I’m drenched. Put that cock inside me. Now.
God, he wished. He tightened his grip and picked up his pace, imagining he was sinking his dick in and out of her sweet, hot, slick pussy instead of his own fist. It didn’t take long for his release to hit and with a low groan he came all over his well-defined abs.
“Fuck,” he growled. Now he wanted the real thing more than ever. Reaching over, he grabbed the dish towel he’d used earlier and wiped the thick ropes of cum off his stomach. Balling it up, he tossed it and picked his phone up.
Three little bubbles danced on the screen.
Inda:Did you come?
Lucas:Like a fucking stallion.
It was the truth. One of the few truths he could share with her. And, for some reason, that bothered him.
Inda:Good. Sweet dreams, Lucas.
Lucas:Sweet dreams, Onça.
Fuck.He was in a shitload of trouble. What was he going to do with Inda Diaz? Tangling with her like this—it was like dancing with the devil. Raking a hand through his hair, he realized he had no fucking idea how to handle her.
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Sunday morning dawned and the bright light of day brought a wave of regret over Inda. How had she allowed herself to sext with Lucas the night before? Date or not, he was still her boss. Well, kind of.
At least she wasn’t currently doing the walk of shame.
Despite her misgivings about the slew of naughty messages, she stretched luxuriously and a very wicked part of her wished she was waking up in Lucas’ bed. The mixed feelings confused her.
Maybe it had all been a dream. Reaching for her phone, she picked it up off the nightstand and opened her text messages. Yep, there was every single X-rated word they’d exchanged. As she read through them again, her body began to heat up.
“No, no, no.” She tossed her phone and threw an arm over her face. “You aren’t fucking your boss. At least, not for real.”
Who the hell was she kidding? Lucas had gotten her so wound up and overheated last night that she’d come hard. Andthey weren’t even in the same room. Imagine what the actual flesh and blood man could do to her. A tingle swept through her body, arrowing straight between her thighs.
Spread your legs for me, Onça.
Sliding her hand beneath the sheet, remembering their exchange, she did as he’d told her. Again. Already shamelessly wet, she began to touch herself, deciding she could laze around in bed a little while longer. After all, it was the weekend.
Throughout the day, Inda held on to the silly hope that Lucas would text her again. After checking her phone too many times to count, she told herself to forget about it. About him.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t. She spent her afternoon climbing the rock wall and sparring with Saint. After an extra long shower, she picked up a book, curled up in a chair and then ended up setting the book aside and reading through their late night text messages instead.
The man was getting her riled up in so many ways. She thought exerting herself more than usual in the gym would help burn off the lust thrumming through her system, but it hadn’t worked. For the first time that she could recall, she didn’t feel like just one of the guys. A gorgeous man was making her feel so very feminine, like an utterly sexy, powerful and desired woman. It was heady and she wanted more.
That evening, instead of grabbing carryout, Inda tried cooking dinner. It’s not something she did often, but she’d enjoyed making the bowl of stir fry smothered with a special sesame seed oil she’d bought but never had time to try. Clearly, she wasn’t the only one who thought it was good because Braxstole half the pan and inhaled it like he’d never had a homemade meal in his life.
“Damn, Bruja, this is delicious.” Brax sat on a stool across from her and smacked his lips. “You need to cook more often.”
“I’m glad you like it, but I was kind of hoping to save some for lunch tomorrow.”
“Sorry,” he murmured, chagrined. “It’s been a long time since…”
When his voice trailed off, she studied him closely. Normally, their fearless leader was all business, but, at that moment, he had an almost wistful look on his face. Like he was caught in a memory.
“Since what? You had someone cook for you?”
“Yeah,” he admitted in a low voice.
She was about to ask more when Zane shot up off the couch and yelled a very excited, “Hooyah! We’re in!”
