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It’s not what he thinks. I mean, it’s kind of what he thinks, but not really.
“Skylar’s checking you out,” Casey says, and Diablo turns toward me, his hands grasping creamer and milk.
“He’s a pervert, that’s why. This is what I’ve had to deal with all week. It’s been such a hardship.”
I shake my head in amusement and grab the milk from him.
“You don’t need both. Just one.”
“I need both and sugar. So give it back.”
I shake my head, but hand him the sugar, not that he needs it. The creamer has plenty of that in there for him. But I still watch in revulsion as he pours half the coffee out and half of the creamer in and then adds ten spoonfuls of sugar.
“What a man,” Casey teases, and Diablo just hums around the mug, his ass wiggling in the chair.
“It’s better this way. Tastes like vanilla. Like a donut.”
“That’s because you drowned out all the coffee.”
“Good, it’s an abomination. No one should ever drink that plain.”
I smile at him and his eyes flare as they meet mine. His cheeks turn a little pink, and I bite down on my bottom lip.
Yeah, fucked. That’s what I am.
Majorly and utterly fucked.
* * *
I corner Diablo in the bathroom after breakfast. He’s leaning against the sink brushing his teeth, the white foam coating his lips and chin.
I grab my brush and scrub at my teeth until they’re clean and then spit and rinse my mouth. Diablo follows suit, not quite managing to get all the toothpaste off his mouth. Grabbing the towel, I wipe at his lips, and he swats at my hand before grabbing on to my neck and pulling me down toward him.
Our lips collide, smashing into each other’s. We tumble into the wall with a thud as I pick him up, his small ass fitting in my hands so fucking perfectly. I grind up against him as our tongues tangle and slide against each other’s. Fuck, I love kissing him. He’s not even that great at it, but I don’t care.
He’s so fucking perfect in his imperfections.
My lips trail down his jaw and to his neck as I nip and bite at his exposed skin. His neck arches to the side as a moan slips from his swollen lips.
“You’re terrible at this,” he mutters, and I grind into him harder, feeling his hard shaft pressed against mine.
“If I’m so terrible at this, why are you so hard?” I ask before slamming my lips back onto his. My teeth graze his tongue, sucking it into my mouth and making him gasp.
Oh, the things I’m going to show him. The things I could do to him.
Before I can attempt to impale him on my cock, a pounding on the door has me wrenching my lips from his.
“It’s the boss,” Casey says, and a curse slips from my lips as I try to set Diablo down.
But he won’t let go. He just clings to me like a koala.
“For fuck’s sake,” I whisper, wrenching his head back and kissing him once more. “Let go.”
“No.”
I’m left to open the bathroom door with him attached to me. Casey smirks at me without saying a word and hands me the phone, leaving me to speak to Anthony with his son kissing his way across my neck.
Fuck me. I’m a dead man.
