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But the last time I dipped my cock into a pussy without a condom? I remember it like it was yesterday—or rather, I remember the fallout like it was yesterday.
I was fifteen when Elena Dias had a pregnancy scare after we had unprotected sex. She was too worried that someone would see her buying a pregnancy test and tell her parents, so I went to the pharmacy, knowing that I could get busted as easily. But better me than her. At least that’s what I thought at the time.
After some busybody squealed to Antonio, I was forced to spend the rest of my school vacation volunteering at the daycare center at our main vineyard, preparing diapers to be laundered and chasing cranky toddlers. When I complained, Antonio told me that at least I had some time to myself in the evening, but if Elena had been pregnant, I wouldn’t have gotten a break from the responsibility until I was an old man. When I went off to college, he would periodically send me photos of snotty-faced kids at the daycare center.
It wasn’t until much later that I understood that wearing a condom is not only a way to protect myself, but a way of taking care of a partner too. Something I failed at miserably today.
Lexie is tough, and frankly, more trouble than I need. She’s conflicted in some way that I haven’t quite figured out, and talks a lot of trash to hide her feelings. But the mask slips from time to time, and all the sass and bravado disappears.
The woman with the mask makes my dick hard, but the one without it? She’s so much more alluring, beguiling even. She reeled me in until I was so stupid that a condom didn’t even register. I don’t even mind the trash-talking—at least I wouldn’t if I didn’t believe it was a front for something raw and beautiful.
If I had any sense, I would text her that there’s a problem at the club and Zé needs my help. Given our history, I’m sure she half expects it. But I have no sense—not when it comes to her. I proved that the night of Valentina’s wedding, and again tonight. I want her. I want her in the most primal way.
If I’m being honest, there’s some part of me—some leftover relic from when cavemen roamed the earth—that isn’t at all unhappy she’s never let another guy fuck her. I get to be first. That fucking vibrator that I’m going to toss in the trash if I ever find it doesn’t count.
When I saw her getting off in the shower, nothing could have stopped me from going to her. Nothing. Not that she’s Valentina’s best friend. Not that Huntsman Industries regularly does business with her father, or that our family ties run too deep to poison with hot shower sex. Not even my own sense of self-preservation could have stopped me. Nada.
I change into athletic shorts and a T-shirt, then shove a few things into a small backpack and glance at the time. I should be on my way to Sirena by now instead of getting my dick wet. But it’s more than that—that’s the problem.
I text Zé on my way back to Valentina’s place.
Rafael: What’s going on?
Zé: Quiet. I doubt anything will happen tonight.
I don’t think so either. We doubled security inside and out and put in a tight perimeter for a couple of blocks. They’ll assume we’re prepared for them tonight. If they strike, it’ll be when we have our guard down. It’s all true. But why, then, do I feel like such an irresponsible asshole for being here instead of there? It’s a no-win situation. If I leave Lexie now, I’ll feel like an asshole too. And I don’t want to leave her. That’s the bottom line. I don’t want to leave her.
Rafael: Something came up, and I’ll be there later than I expected.
Something came up. Like my dick.
Zé: Don’t sweat it. I’m here until the last employee leaves.
The best part of having Zé on my team is that we’ve been tight for so long, it’s like we share a brain. I trust him implicitly. Between him, Xavier, and Stella, Sirena is in good hands until I get there. But it still feels like I’m shirking my responsibilities. I have been with my share of women, but I never let the fun and games get in the way of my business. After tonight, I won’t let it happen again.
Rafael: My phone is on. Call me with any issues.
23
RAFAEL
When I get back to Valentina’s, Lexie’s in the kitchen, taking the food I brought out of the bag. She has on a casual terry-cloth dress that I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Valentina wear, although it wasn’t so damn sexy on her.
“This looks great. Are you hungry?” she asks, not looking up.
Only for what’s hidden under that little dress. “I can always eat.” She’s still messing with the food, and I’m beginning to think she’s going to take the pass I offered her. It seemed like the right thing to do then, but now I’m sorry I opened my big mouth.
If she doesn’t want it, she’s going to have to use her words, because her nipples are pushing through that thin fabric, begging to be touched, and I’m not changing course unless she stops me.
I take the candle out of the backpack and light it while she wets her lips and pretends not to gawk. She hasn’t changed her mind. She’s just playing it cool, in case I have. Not a chance, Angel. I’m planning to own your sexy little body all night.
“Mmm. That smells nice. Didn’t figure you for a scented candle kind of guy.”
“We’re having silver ice buckets with swag made up for our big launch.” I gesture toward the flickering candlelight. “It’s a massage candle. The company sent me some samples. This one’s bergamot and citrus.”
“What else is going in the bucket?” she asks, inching closer to where I’m standing.
“A bottle of the white citrus blend that we’ve been showcasing and a few other goodies.”
