Page 28 of LA Reign

“Yes. Unfair when you wear those sexy fucking panties and I have to sit with a hard on all night.”

“You’re a devil,” I purr against his ear.

“You’d better believe it.” Quickly, he spins me around so I’m facing the tiled wall before pushing me flat against it. He nudges my ankles apart. “I want inside you, Alana. Now.”

So bossy. “But you’re going to be late for work.”.

He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the wall with just the right amount of delicious pressure. Then he takes my hands and holds them above my head, his warm mouth pressed against my ear. “I know that, but work can wait. I need to fuck you.” Not a second later, he pushes inside me. “Because I can’t keep out of your sweet little coño.”

“Alex,” I whimper while he pounds into me, nailing me to the tiles. My pussy squeezes around him, as needy for him as he is for me.

“Come on my cock. Do you feel how hard you make me? Can you feel how much my cock loves your tight wet pussy?”

His filthy mouth never fails to turn me into a trembling mess, and I’m shaking now, filled with nothing but him and the need to come.

“Fuck, Alana!” He grunts as he increases his pace.

I push my ass back against him, trying to take as much of him as I can. When he sucks on the tender skin of my neck, my orgasm tears through me with violent shudders, and I’m still shaking when he finds his own release a moment later.

He pulls out of me and gives me a sharp slap on the ass. “That’s for making me late.”

Me making him late? I twist around, find him grinning at me. Before I can protest, I’m in his arms, and he’s kissing me like I’m the air he needs to breathe.

“And what was the kiss for?” I pant out as soon as he lets me up.

“That was for making me late, too.” I vow to make him late more often.

“We have to give Lucia her present before you go,” I remind him.

“You give it to her,” he says, then takes the shampoo from the shelf and squeezes some into his hands.

“But you chose it for her. You paid for it. You should at least be there.”

“We both paid for it, Alana. It’s our money.”

A smile spreads across my face as he lathers the soap into his thick, dark hair. I love that he genuinely means that—not that I want his money. I also know the real reason he doesn’t want to be there when we present Lucia with her gift. He doesn’t want her to be grateful to him. I can already tell she’s working her magic on him and he’s starting to care about her almost as much as I am.

“She’ll only thank you later, anyway.”

He scowls at me. “I don’t have time this morning. Just tell her it’s from you. She won’t care. She’ll just be happy to have a car.”

I consider pressing the point further, but there’s no use when his mind is made up. “Okay. Will you be home for dinner tonight?”

“No.” He wipes the water from his face. “I have meetings all day and evening. I’ll have something at the hotel.”

I try to hide my disappointment about that, but obviously fail, because he takes hold of my chin and tilts my face up to his. “I have some work stuff going on. I hope it’s going to be resolved very soon. Know that I would rather be here eating dinner with you than at my hotel.”

I know I’m being silly. He’s the head of the Spanish Mafia and also has a business empire to run. He has a lot on his plate. I’m fortunate he’s been able to spend as much time as he has been with me these past few weeks, and I know it’s been hard for him to carve out that time. “I believe you.”

He smirks, wicked and devilish and gives me an all too brief kiss. “In fact, I’d rather just be eating you.”

So smooth. “Te quiero,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and wanting to hold onto this, and to him, for just a moment longer.

“I love you too, princesa.”

An hour later, Lucia and I are sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for her check up. Hugo and Hank are sitting opposite us. Alejandro insisted that they accompany us everywhere for the time being. While I enjoy Hugo’s company, Hank’s is less pleasant. I don’t think he’s ever once smiled at me during the whole time I’ve known him. But Alejandro tells me he’s the best at what he does, and I suppose that’s more important. I’ve no idea how much of a threat might exist in a room full of pregnant women, but what do I know? Besides, it’s almost worth it to see how uncomfortable Hank looks here.

“Thank you again for my car, Alana,” Lucia says as she sits beside me. “I can’t believe you guys bought me a freaking car.”