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I don’t kiss the men I fuck.
But for Gabriel, I make an exception.
His tongue sweeps around my mouth, intertwining with mine as we share the tastes of our releases mixed together. Both our needs to consume the other growing with each brush of our tongues, the kiss becomes messy and needy. A moan escapes my lips into his mouth. It only fuels him, and he kisses me harder and deeper.
Fisting the hair at the back of his head, I pull his head backward and break our kiss. “You still need to make me finish, sugar.”
Gabriel pushes the chair out of the way and kneels on the floor before me. His hands grip my ass, and he pulls me into his face, kissing my cunt with the same eagerness he was kissing my mouth only seconds ago. He licks hard and fast, grinding the flat of his tongue against me. My thighs begin to tremble when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
He slows his tongue but continues to lick over me as the trembles of release continue to quiver through my body. Grabbing his tie, I pull him back to my mouth to feel his soft lips against mine again.
“We’ll continue this tonight. My place. After work.” My words vibrate against his lips as I wrap my hand around his already hardening cock.
Pulling the tip of Gabriel’s tie to my cunt, I use it to wipe up the remainder of the mess he emptied into me. Along with the mess I made coming on his face.
“I recommend you use my private bathroom to wash your face.” I slide my fingers through the arousal covering his lips and chin before standing from the desk and pulling my skirt back into place.
* * *
“Don’t be ridiculous, Gabriel.” I speak loud enough for everyone in the elevator with us to hear. “It’s late, and it’ll be near impossible to get a cab at this hour. Just let my driver give you a lift after he drops me off.”
“Okay,” he exhales. “Thank you, Ms. Guerrera.”
We’re going to need to work on his acting skills.
He follows behind me to the garage where my driver is waiting. Opening the rear door for me, he waits for me to get fully inside before climbing into the other side of the SUV. Gabriel’s hand rests on the leather seat between us, his pinky discretely rubbing against my outer thigh. And I’m surprised by how much I enjoy the subtle, intimate touch.
“Give Mateo your keys; he can pick up a few things and deliver them to my building so you aren’t wearing the same wrinkled suit to work tomorrow.”
“My suit isn’t wrinkled.” Gabriel smooths his hands down his jacket.
“Not yet,” I smirk. “And don’t worry about Mateo. He came with me from Argentina. He’s been my driver for a decade. He knows how to keep a secret. Don’t you Mateo?”
“Si jefa,” he replies in a flat tone.
Fishing my keys from my pocket, I place them on the center console.
“Que apartmento?” He asks, and I realize he came to my building once before to take me to the airport.
“Seiscientos cinco. Gracias.”
“De nada.”
Reaching her apartment building, the doorman lets us in and calls us an elevator. Looking at the lit button, I realize that we are going to the penthouse—and that I am in way over my head when it comes to treating this woman to anything.
The elevator doors open to a small foyer leading to the front door of her apartment. A piece of paper hangs from it, seeming out of place in such an upscale building. Rounding the table in the middle of the room, I make out the letters scribbled across it.
coño muerto
eighteen
GABRIEL
“Dead cunt?” I question as pull the paper from the door and read it. “What is this?”
“Nothing. Just let it go.” Sofia snatches it from my hand.
“The hell I will,” I snap at her. “You have a death threat on your door.”
