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“No,Julián,” she spoke slowly, putting extra emphasis on his name, which was how Toro knew he’d seriously fucked up. “I’m simply asking you to get the fuck out. Unless you plan to get on your knees and eat my pussy, I don’t need you in here right now.” She focused on her phone, fingers swiping away, effectively dismissing him.
He had to give it to her, she did that shit expertly. He didn’t like it when she dismissed him, he realized. Didn’t like it when he didn’t have her attention. He was an only child, he was always the center of attention and that felt nice, but having and holding Seraphina Cook’s attention was something else.
Special.
Worthy.
Something Toro lived for now.
He left the office like she wanted when it was clear that she wasn’t going to look up from her phone anytime soon. He went to the kitchen and then out onto the back deck, stopping to talk to the guy trimming the hedges. A short exchange later, Toro had what he needed.
Seraphina wanted her door fixed. It was only right that he gave her what she wanted. He prided himself on that. So while she sat a handful of feet away, conducting business on the phone, he went about installing a temporary door.
That involvedlotsof loud hammering of nails into things.
It took way longer than he’d anticipated, but soon enough Seraphina stood in front of him with hands on her hips and all that fire Toro loved in her eyes.
She looked ready to murder him.
But at least he had what he wanted.
Her attention.
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He wasthe most arrogant sonofabitch, and she hated how much she liked that shit. On anybody else that trait would be the biggest turnoff, but with Julián, she just wanted to climb him like a monkey scaling a tree and suck on his tongue.
Fucker.
She ended her call and closed her eyes briefly at the noise before getting out from behind her desk and approaching him. He was hammering things she was pretty sure didn’t even need hammering, his head bent in exaggerated concentration. He knew what the fuck he was doing. She already peeped his game and knew that he liked to make her angry. He liked it more when she focused that anger on him.
She stared at him with her hands on her hips, waiting for him to look up. She didn’t doubt he was already aware that she stood there.
His head jerked up, gaze locking on hers all triumphant as he quit with the noise, tossed the hammer aside, and then straightened to his full height.
Why did her blood sizzle in her veins when he grinned at her? “Are you fucking done?” she snarled. “Because I’m—”
He hauled her into his arms, mouth slamming down on hers as he twisted them to position her with her back against the nearest wall. She moaned into the kiss, fisting the front of his shirt, right leg lifting of its own accord to wrap around his hip.
Ugh. He smelled and tasted so good. She couldn’t get enough, couldn’t even find it in herself to be embarrassed by the sounds that he stole from her. The steady stroke of his tongue over hers reminded her of his work between her legs, the way he attended to her clit, and that part of her throbbed in remembrance and jealousy.
She’d been wet for him since he served her breakfast and now, as he circled her ankle and trailed his fingers up her leg, she found herself soaked and straining closer, needy sounds rumbling in her throat. Her nipples pushed against his chest, hard enough to be considered weapons.
Julián’s kisses had her head whirling. She was losing her damn mind. She should be calling him Toro but loved that he’d given her use of his legal name. He cupped the back of her head with one hand while the other dipped on the underside of her thigh, drawing closer and closer to the center of her.
“Unggh.”
Then he was there, fingers gliding through her soaked folds since she wasn’t wearing underwear and then thrusting into her with no finesse. She gasped into his mouth, clenching around him. She felt his body vibrate, felt his muscles bunch as she clung to him, eyes closed.
Lost to the sensations he wrung from her.
Two fingers delved deep into her pussy, twisting, thrusting in and out as his thumb strummed her sensitive clit. She dug her fingers into his chest through his shirt, riding his fingers, bucking up against him. The pleasure had her mouth agape, lost even to respond to his kisses, though he didn’t seem to care. He sucked on her bottom lip, then nipped as he pressed down on her clit, and just like that, she came.
Crying out into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut, gushing.
She came, body weak and breath haggard.
She slumped against him and his arms circled her after he gently lowered her leg. The insides of her thighs were slick with her juices. That quickly, they’d gone from her wanting to shoot him to this. He was so good at that. So good at disassembling her control and making her break all of the promises to herself. Where had she gotten the crazy idea that she’d be able to handle him? She’d been stupid, hadn’t she?
