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He pulled out and fell off her, face planting right back into her pussy, slurping up her juices. She clutched his head, voice hoarse and cracking when she cursed his name. He didn’t stop, not until he’d quenched the thirst in his parched throat and she was limp under him. Only then did he lift his head and gaze up at her. She was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips.
“You good?” He swallowed around his aching throat.
“Never better.” Her voice was just as destroyed as his. “You?”
“Never better.”
“Good.” She held his gaze as she said, “Rest up. I want to ride that cock next.”
How was he not supposed to love her when she said shit like that? When he rolled onto his back and opened his shaking arms and she just willingly came into his embrace? She put her head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.
And Toro couldn’t say who held who tighter.
17
Two weekssince Toro came into her life and turned it upside down. They had two more weeks left, and Seraphina didn’t know if she was counting down because she couldn’t wait to watch him walk away…
Or because she didn’t know what she’d do once he did.
He’d turned her into someone she didn’t recognize when she met her own eyes in the mirror nowadays. She’d spent every night since that first time—some days too—under him, on top of him, getting the best sex she’d ever had. Not that she told him that. He didn’t need any extra stroking of his ego.
He had her so distracted, she’d barely spent any time focusing on her goal of finding her son.
Now, she sat in her office behind her desk, still sore after having Toro go at her all night. She’d left him upstairs still asleep in her bed and come down wearing her nightgown under a silk kimono-style robe. She picked up the phone and dialed her main guy in New York, sipping on her cup of tea.
“Ma’am.”
“Any news?” So far, there’d been no sightings of Israel or his lover, Reggie. No activity near Reggie’s parents’ home in Brooklyn, either.
“I’m afraid not. I bugged the house as you wanted and our guy monitoring their phones says nothing’s happening there.”
Fuck. Fuck.She pressed the heel of her left hand to her forehead. Where the fuck was Israel? Why was he hiding from her? Did he hate her that much? Did she repulse him that much? She drained her tea, ignoring the way it scalded her tongue and the roof of her mouth. “Okay.” She took a deep breath. “So, my son doesn’t want me to go to him, wherever he is,” she mused out loud. “Why don’t we let him come to us, hmm?”
“Uh. Ma’am?”
“Gather your men. Here’s your next move…”
She laid out a plan, making sure her people knew exactly what to do, how, and when. Then she ended the call and sat back, propping both legs, crossed at the ankles, onto her desk.
It was way past time she’d acted as she should have, but she’d held back and allowed others to dictate her moves. That shit was unacceptable, especially after what she’d gone through with her late husbandandIsrael’s father, Mark Dulles. The men in her life kept underestimating her and that pissed her off more than anything else.
She was done waiting for Israel to pop his head up from wherever he was hiding like some goddamn mole who’d burrowed underground. Time to smoke his ass out. Her lips twisted as footsteps pounded down the stairs.
Julián.
She was so disgustingly attuned to him now, she knew the sound of his footsteps, and her clit throbbed as the door opened and he filled the entrance to her office. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose navy-blue sleep pants that hung off his hips. She licked her lips as he eyed her.
She was a fan of the way he looked at her. Like he was contemplating doing extremely filthy things to her while talking dirty in her ear. Damn. She squirmed.
His lips quirked.
He wore love in his eyes as if it were no big deal baring himself to her as he did, showing her how he felt. She’d opted to not acknowledge his confession of loving her, and he hadn’t broached the subject since then, but he didn’t have to voice it for her to hear it when he said her name. For her to feel it when he touched her or taste it when he had his tongue down her throat.
Fuck him for that.
“Good morning, Sera.”
She tingled, nipples hardening. Sleep turned his voice into something with texture and color—rough and raspy, smoky and dark—and she just wanted to sit there, chin in hand, and listen to him read the phonebook with that voice, in that cadence, until she came.
