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The temperature dropped quickly, tension blanketing the tiny space in the two-seater sports car.
“You don’t like me at all, sí?” he murmured as his eyes dropped to my parted lips.
My lips ran dry, and as much as I wanted to look away, the Spanish held me hostage. He dominated everything.
“You hate me all day, but when we kiss, the hate disappears.” His tenor dropped. He was in full-on seduction mode as he leaned closer to me, steadily holding my gaze as my breathing hitched to new heights.
“Newsflash: it’s calledacting,” I weakly reasoned, though it was blatantly obvious his nearness affected me.
Darting my tongue out to wet my dry lips, his envious eyes took in the simple gesture, luring him more, enticing his already amplified libido.
I began to pant. My chest heaved, and I felt hot all over. My body tightened, tingling just as I felt a small spurt of juices seeping between my folds, evidence of my shameless arousal.
“Prove me wrong then, cariña.” His carnal eyes lingered on the valley of my cleavage before gazing towards my neck, where my pulse was located, revealing just how much he affected me. “Make me stop wanting you. Stop making me think there’s something more. Do you know how many times I’ve been tempted to push further when you’re underneath me? It’s all I think about. I need you like a man needs air to breathe. Prove me wrong, so we can both stop this.Help mestop this.”
“How?”
“A kiss without you acting, without the camera rolling, without an audience. Prove to me that the passion I felt in your kiss was for the camera and not for me,” he stated as he inched closer. His thumb grazed the bottom of my lip, while the other brushed the side of my neck, where he lavished at my accelerated pulse.
My gaze flickered towards his full manly lips, wondering if I could successfully accomplish such a request. There was one way to find out …
“One kiss?” I wanted reassurance.
“One kiss.”
“Okay.” I barely got the word out before his lips met mine.
There was no gentleness to it. It was harsh and unforgiving, and my lips opened to welcome his brash invasion. Our tongues mingled, battling, as he deepened the kiss with his hand securely capturing the back of my neck, confining me with his torment. I felt the side of my head recline against the headrest, feeling out of my depth, out of control as lust began to unfurl, possessing my body.
Drowning in his fevered passion, Juan stroked the inside of my thighs. It inched farther, parting my legs as he greedily accessed my womanhood. He cupped my pussy before he groaned with approval. He then began to rub it over my lace thong with two fingers, dipping his digits between my lips as he sought for the hot nub where he ferociously applied pressure.
The heady ministration made me moan against his lips and parted my legs farther as wetness began to soak his hand.
Juan broke the kiss, hot wet lips travelling across my neck, nipping, sucking at whatever expanse of skin it found until it reached the valley of my breast. While his hand relentlessly rubbed my pussy, the other roughly shoved the other side of V of my dress, pushing my breast out in the open.
A sob caught my throat when I felt his teeth capture my nipple and began to lightly tug. He then used the tip of his tongue to soothe it before resuming the tugging, driving me mad with hunger. Between my legs, the throb in my sex mounted until I began to gyrate in his hand to soothe it.
When his middle finger pushed the seam of the thong aside, my upper body lifted farther into his lips. Then, in one hasty breath, I felt his finger ruthlessly thrusting into my pussy, making me cry out his name.
“Ride me, cariña. I need to be inside you.”
The fog that had muddled my brain began to lift as his words sunk deeper, registering in my brain. I froze. All the haze-filled lust evaporated as my conscience knocked me out of breath.
“Stop—please stop!”
Juan paused before his mouth detached itself from my breast. Then he sought my eyes, his incessant finger still tightly lodged deep in my hot channel.
“I’m sorry, but this isn’t what I want. We’re both drunk and a little high.” My voice trembled as I felt that rogue finger flickering against my g-spot mercilessly. “Pull it out, please …”
River’s face flashed before me, and I knew my life was over. There was no way I could hide this. The man knew me too well. When I saw him tomorrow, how much would my body reveal my betrayal?
“You want me,” he gruffly stated, unapologetic as his finger began to cause riot to my senses, targeting that one wretched spot. “Don’t deny us, cariña. I don’t care about him. You can have me, too. You can have us both.”
“No … just no. And for the love of God, stop fingering me!” I screamed with my all, wanting nothing but for this nightmare to end. Yes, it was a nightmare of my own making, but hell, temptation caught me defenseless. This was a mistake and the consequence for such fault would be undoubtedly high. River might never forgive me.
Juan made a deafening groan before he grudgingly pulled his finger out of my wet folds. “Lo siento.”I’m sorry.
“It’s hard. I get it, but this—you and me—it’s never going to happen.” This would be the only time I’d address it. Whether he’d be too drunk to remember it tomorrow, well, that’d be unfortunate.
