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Slowly pulling away from his cock, I flick my tongue over the head and smirk. “Who said anything about me coming? Maybe this was just another tease.”

I wait for him to open his mouth to respond before I reach up, waiting for him to take my fingers into his mouth. As soon as his eyes shut, I suck him back down, breathing through my gag reflex to take him into my throat.

He gasps a string of curses in both English and Spanish. Not taking my eyes off him, I stay put, swallowing around him and blinking through tears. When I pull back to take a deep breath, his whole body is shaking. “Chispita, please. I am so fucking close.”

His muscles tense as I tighten my grip and lower my mouth back over his cock, bobbing my head in rhythm with my strokes. I wait for our eyes to meet again before taking him even deeper and humming, a feeling I know drives him crazy.

“Fuck!” His shouted groan rings out as he pulls out of my mouth, painting my chin and chest with his release. “Fuck, you look good covered in my cum.” The two of us watch as the water washes away the evidence.

“Now,” he declares, shutting off the water, “I believe you have a jersey to put back on.”

1. Eres mi media naranja = you are my other half

Chapter 52

Élise

“Does this mean you’re finally going to touch me?” I sass as we step out of the shower, steam billowing around us. My eyes scan the nearby shelves for a towel but come up empty handed.

A strong hand wraps around my throat from behind as I’m pulled against a muscular body. He’s still being gentle, but his touch is hungrier now, more feral. Excitement skitters down my spine as his breath brushes my cheek. “That was certainly a treat, Élise. Now it’s your turn.” He holds the jersey out in front of me.

I don’t know when he managed to grab it, but I reach out to take it from him, looking over my shoulder. He releases my throat and takes a step back to look at me. Nodding, he orders, “Put it on, Chispita.”

Swallowing, I do as I’m told, easing slowly toward the bedroom as I pull it over my head. Like a panther on the prowl, he follows, watching my every move. “It’s on. Now what are you going to do, Big Shot?”

Given the look in his eyes, I shouldn’t taunt him, but I can’t help it. I want him to let go of his control. I want him to devour me the way I want to devour him.

When my hand finds the door, I quickly turn and throw it open. I hurry for the bed, easing myself onto my knees in the middle of it, eyes locked on the bathroom door. But no movement comes from the doorway.

What the hell?

I drop down onto my hands and crawl toward the edge of the bed, trying to look into the bathroom. Where the hell did he—

Darkness falls over my vision, pulling a surprised squeak from my lips. Mateo’s voice whispers in my ear. “Remember, you say, ‘red,’ and everything stops.”

My mind is reeling, trying to figure out how the hell he made it out of the bathroom and behind me without me noticing, but at his words I swallow. “I remember.”

“Good girl.”

His presence disappears from behind me, leaving me turning in a circle as my ears strain for any indication of where he went this time. A slight dip in the bed is my only warning before two gentle hands grip my elbows, pulling my hands out from under me. He guides me down until my face is buried in a soft pillow, moving my arms above my head so that they touch something cool and polished.

“Grab the headboard and don’t let go.”

My hands eagerly wrap around the wood where he placed them. His hands graze my calves, blazing a path up toward the curve of my ass beneath the hem of the jersey. He squeezes gently before delivering a sharp smack to each cheek, forcing a gasp from my throat. “Fuck, Mateo!”

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you look, Chispita. Laid up like this in my bed with my fucking number on your back. The only downside is that your gorgeous hair is blocking my name.”

He winds his hands through my hair and messily ties it up. “Much better. My woman in my jersey. My name on her back. Fuck. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He rocks his hips against my ass, answering that question.

How the hell is he already hard again?

“Big Shot,” I whine. At this point, I’ll combust before he even touches me. I wiggle my hips in a desperate attempt to direct his attention where I want it.

“I know, Chispita. So fucking needy for me.” Another smack to my ass leaves me squirming. “I told you I’d reward you for wearing my jersey, but what should your reward be?” One hand brushes back down my ass, not stopping until it reaches my aching core. “Hmmm,” he teases, “Have I left you unfulfilled, gorgeous?”

“Yes,” I gasp as his thumb finds my clit, drawing tight circles over it. “Fuck, yes. Please, Big Shot. Please give me my reward.”

Funny how when this all started I refused to beg.