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“Let’s go do something fun,” I suggest. “Movies? Laser tag? Cow tipping?”
“Cow tipping?” her eyebrow raises.
“Farmland and all. I figured tipping cows might be something you’re into,” I tease. She finally cracks a smile.
“I live in Dallas, Miguel. And when I was living in farmland, I never tipped a cow once.”
“Then… we should try it.”
“I’ll pass,” she smiles.
“Then what do you want to do? Name it and we’ll go do it.”
“I’m fine, Mig–”
“No,” I shake my head. “You need a break. Name it. What do you want to do?”
Ysenia stares at me for quite a while. Uncertainty is written all over her face. There’s no doubt in my mind that she doesn’t trust anyone right now. She probably just wants to be left alone. I’m being selfish trying to force her to forget what just happened.
“Ysenia, I’m sorr–” She cuts my words off with her lips. She grabs my shirt and pulls me against her. Her tongue parts my lips, demanding a deeper kiss. There’s so much need in her kiss.
“Miguel, please,” she begs.
There’s no need for her to beg. I’ll give her anything she desires… even if it’s the world.
Chapter Thirteen
Ysenia
The door to Miguel’s hotel room barely closes behind us and Miguel has me pinned against the wall. He kisses me passionately while his hand slips under my dress. I gasp as he pulls my thong down.
“You won’t be needing these,” he says, breaking our kiss. He looks down at me and smirks.
“Miguel, take–”
My words cut off as he drops to his knees. Anticipation fills me and the burning desire I felt seconds ago is tenfold now.
Miguel works my thong down my legs and I step out of it slowly. I reach down to take off my shoes. He grabs my hand.
“No. Keep these on,” he smirks. “Take the dress off though.”
“Mmm. Yes, Sir.” I grin in satisfaction when he swallows hard and braces a hand on the wall. I can’t help but giggle. He looks up at me and something shifts in his eyes.
In a quick, fluent motion, he pulls me away from the wall and bends me slightly over his shoulder. I open my mouth to speak but my words are stifled by my moans as he slaps my ass hard.
Pain and pleasure swirl together. How can two very different emotions feel so good together?
“You like that?” Miguel asks, rubbing my ass softly where he struck it.
“Yes, Sir,” I pant.
“Good, Girl.” He grabs the hem of my dress and lifts it. “Now for your reward.”
The warmth of his breath against my thighs excites me. His hand nudging my legs apart makes my knees weak. I grab his shoulders to keep from melting to the floor.
“Take off your dress and bra, if you’re wearing one. Then hold onto me.” There’s a sexy warning in words.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply softly before doing as I was instructed.
