Page 77 of Burn the Script

“Fuck yes. Tame me. Please,” I begged.

Holding my calves on his shoulders, he widened his knees to get a solid stance before letting loose. Skin slapping skin was the bass line to my shouts of yes and harder and more. All I could do was hang on to my dick and relish the way he gazed down at me with burning possession in his eyes. He was so fucking hot.

I whimpered, melting into the floor when Miguel slowed his thrusts, grinding his hips in circles. Outside of sex, he was tense and stiff-shouldered. When he was naked, his body moved with the grace of an ocean I’d happily drown in.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“O-only you.” The next thrust was harder, a punishment, and I groaned with glee. “Only you can have me like this.”

“You’re mine, baby. Don’t you ever fucking forget.”

It was hard to believe the demanding, insatiable man claiming me had ever been hesitant about sex. Now, he chased his pleasure and owned mine completely.

“Please. I need to come,” I said, squeezing my cock. I’d been on the edge for an eternity and couldn’t hold off any longer.

He pulled out and flipped to his back. I climbed over him, bracing myself with one arm near his head. Lips an inch apart, we shared breaths while jacking off together in a race for the finish line. Miguel won.

“Baby, I’m there. Fuck!” he shouted, head tipped back and neck straining.

His cum splattered our stomachs, and the heat flooding his dimpled cheeks pushed me to my combustion point. My hand flowed as harshly as my breaths as I unloaded across his stomach and chest. I dropped my forehead to his shoulder and rode out the orgasm, trying not to collapse on him while catching my breath.

Miguel chuckled and dragged a finger through our combined release. “That’s quite the load.”

My weak arms trembled even harder when I hovered over him in a push-up position, dropping kisses all over his face. “You love it, and you’re a mess.”

“A satisfied mess. I think my reward for a job well done should be a nice, hot bubble ba⁠—”

“¿Hola? Is someone here?”

“Shit!” I spun, landing on my ass between his legs as I snatched the blanket off the couch. Flinging it over us, I yelled, “We’re still here!”

Miguel froze with his head lifted and his panicked gaze aimed to the doorway. He let out a high squeak when Doña Patricia, the property owner, appeared. I moved to the left, blocking his messy chest from view.

“Oh! So sorry!” With her eyes shut, she walked backward, arms flailing as she felt her way out of the room. “You said you would be gone for maintenance. Very sorry. I will wait outside. He is on the way.”

Eons seemed to pass before the door closed. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I blew out a harsh breath. I had forgotten she scheduled a plumber to fix the kitchen faucet that day. She called twice with reminders, and I told her we’d be at the beach. And I left the front door unlocked. How could I be so careless? Anyone could’ve walked in on us.

“Graham.” The distress in Miguel’s voice kicked me into motion.

I tucked the blanket around him and pulled him to his feet. “Get to the bathroom and shut the door. I’ll bring you some clothes.”

He didn’t hesitate, sprinting down the hallway faster than I’d ever seen him run. Peering around the corner, I checked the porch before hauling my naked ass into the kitchen to swipe my phone off the counter. On the way to the bedroom, I called Jonathan, who answered on the second ring.

“My Wednesday golf game is sacred,” he said.

“The property owner walked in on us.” While my statement sank in, I slipped on the first shirt and pair of shorts I found on the floor.

“One second.” A rustling sound crackled through the line before he spoke again. “Will she keep quiet, or do we need to pay her off?”

I dug through the dresser to find clothes for Miguel. “I don’t know. She’s really sweet, but…I don’t know, man. Offering hush money could offend her and make matters worse.”

“It’s your decision, Graham.”

With a tank top and sweatpants in hand, I hurried to the bathroom, coming to a swift stop once I stepped inside. Miguel looked tiny, huddled on the floor with the blanket wrapped around him and his forehead buried between his knees.

“Hey, let me call you back.” I ended the call and tossed everything on the counter, then crouched down to rub his calves. “We’re gonna be okay.”

“We are not fucking okay. She saw us together. There’s no mistaking what we were doing.”