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I grinned and leaned forward to kiss him again, but he put his fingers over my lips, stopping me.

“But first, I want you to know something.”

“What?” I asked, kissing his fingertips.

“I’m not as weak as you and Papá think I am,” he whispered, face serious. “Papá hid me away, but that won’t happen again, Thio. I’m not going to be overprotected again. Do you understand? I can’t do it.”

I frowned, my grip on his asscheeks tightening. “Sí.”

“That means I want you to tell me everything. Let me be your partner in every way. Let me help you run the Reyes Cartel.”

“Are you ready for that?” I murmured, gently nipping the fingers still at my lips. I drew one into my mouth and sucked on it.

“Yes, I’ve always been ready. Let me prove to you how much I can be of service.” He arched himself closer and rubbed his hard cock against me. I hated that my clothes were blocking skin-to-skin contact.

“Okay, hermoso. Prove it.”

He grinned and slammed his lips against mine, and I let him take control for a short amount of time. He held my face between his hands while he explored my mouth, rubbing his cock against the expensive material of my shirt. Then I decided enough was enough. I grabbed his arms and yanked him back. He gasped.

“First thing you need to learn about our business, hermoso, is that el jefe is always in charge. You do as I say, when I say.” I smiled wickedly at him. “So when I tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock, you do exactly that.”

Manny licked his lips, and his gaze slid down my body to where he sat on my lap before it darted back up to my face. He smiled, shoved himself to his feet, and then slid to his knees in front of me and the chair.

“Yes, Jefe.” His sly grin made a shiver race along my spine, and I reached down to run my hand through his long dark hair. I tugged at the strands gently and he leaned into my touch. He laid his hands on my knees, squeezing before sliding them up my thighs. I watched, unable to tear my gaze away from him.

“Did you know you’re my addiction, mi amor? I can never get enough of you.”

He hummed as he pushed my shirt up. Carefully, he slipped the button on my pants through the hole before working at the zipper. “I like you, too.” He chewed on his bottom lip and stared up at me from under long eyelashes. “What you did to me at that party…. You make me feel alive, Thio, like I mean something.”

“You’re my drug,” I whispered.

“I’ll give you whatever fix you need. It’s what we both have always needed.” He tugged at the waistband of my pants and I lifted my hips, giving him access to pull them down my legs until they were pooled around my ankles, caught on my shoes, but he didn’t pull them down any farther. My underwear came next and my hard cock popped out, slapping against my stomach when it was released from the confining material. “Tell me more about being part of the cartel. How does the coke get into our hands?”

“Because we control coca fields in Argentina.” I grabbed the base of my cock and tapped the head against his lips. “Open up, hermoso.”

Like the good boy he was, he opened his mouth, and I slid myself inside the warmth. He clamped his lips around my sensitive skin and sucked, and even though it was obvious he hadn’t done this before, it still felt so fucking good. Spikes of pleasure shot through me and I leaned my head back against the chair, moaning.

He let out a little hum that sounded so eager my cock gave a pleasant jerk in his mouth. I knew he wanted me to continue, but I didn’t know if I had enough neurons firing to put two words together now that I finally had Manny’s mouth on me with no chance of interruption.

I swallowed, groaned, and spoke again. “We process the coca fields. We’ve got a few different ones run by men I trust.”

His tongue swirled around the head of my cock and dug into the slit.

I hissed. “Mierda. They take the coca leaves to our labs, process them there.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged it, thrusting my hips up and driving my cock deeper—too deep. Manny gagged and pulled off, coughing. “Sorry, hermoso.” I laughed and patted his cheek.

He smiled and grabbed a palmful of my balls, tickling them with his fingers. “It’s okay. So the labs?”

I nodded and tugged at his arm. “Come up here. I want to fuck you.”

He stood and licked his lips. My cock jerked and I had to grab the base because I wasn’t sure if I was going to come right then and there or not. Manny was the epitome of perfection—sleek lines of compact muscle, and faint body hair that trailed over his chest and from his belly button down to his nicely shaped cock. I wanted to taste every inch of his skin. One day I’d take the time to explore every crevice of his body and discover his weak spots.

“Eres bellísimo,” I whispered in awe.

He flushed, cheeks darkening. “I’m not.”

“You are. So beautiful. Come here.” I grabbed his wrist and tugged him onto me again. He fell on my lap and our cocks touched. I hissed at the contact and leaned forward to capture his mouth in a hard kiss. He worked my shirt up my body, and we both laughed as he lifted it up and over my arms and then tossed it on the floor.

“Please,” he murmured against my lips. “Fuck me, Jefe.”