Alma:What room are you in?
Jaime:302
“Chuy, thank you! I’m going to split, but you’re amazing.”
“Anytime, boss.”
Alma walked out of her bar and crossed the street twice. Shestrode straight toward the Tiburon Lodge. The elevator opened to the third floor, and she knocked on the door.
Jaime opened the door.
Alma’s jaw dropped. He was shirtless, his arm perched in the doorframe.
“Did you get the critic to come?”
He smirked. “Maybe.”
Alma licked her bottom lip, pushed her way into the room, and shut the door.
She dropped to her knees in front of Jaime.
“Thankyou.”
Chapter Nineteen
Jaime gasped. The sight of Alma kneeling in front of him while she tugged on his belt was almost enough to make him come without her even taking him in her mouth.
But he wanted to savor every bit of their encounter.
It might never happen again.
However, he didn’t want her to think she owed him anything.
“Hey,” he said in a whisper. “You don’t have to do this. I wanted to help you.”
“Oh, I know. I want to though. I’ve been dying to since I saw you. Please, let me.”
Well, if she insisted.
She undid his belt with a single motion, and his shorts dropped to the floor.
He stood there before her and her hands grazed his black boxer briefs.
She teased a little, like she used to. A few kisses on the elastic, her fingers stroking him.
Damn how he wanted her. How he needed her.
“Baby.” He stroked her hair, and their eyes met. “Suck my cock.”
She didn’t say a word but nodded her head. Her hands squeezed his ass, and she pulled down his underwear.
Jaime closed his eyes. This was happening, they were happening again. She initiated it. She wanted him.
And he never wanted to let her go.
She kissed around the base of his cock. Jaime couldn’t take the torture.
“Stop teasing me, babe.”
