I wouldn’t let history repeat itself.
I refused to let her follow in her sister’s footsteps.
Chapter Eleven
He wasn’t in bed when I woke up, but that wasn’t surprising.
The black-out curtains had been partially cracked, letting in a small stream of sunlight.
Reluctantly kicking the comforter off, I tossed my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet dangling.
Smiling when I saw a silk ivory robe that hadn’t been there the night before, I stood and slipped it on.
It took me a total of ten minutes to brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush left on the bathroom counter and then my hair with a little black comb.
My dress and heels were nowhere to be seen. Stepping out into the hall, I looked all the way to the end. The dark wood floor was smooth beneath the soles of my feet and the air conditioner added a crisp coolness.
I heard Mateo’s voice and followed it to the office I’d been outside of the day prior. He was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk, holding a cellphone to his ear. He grinned brightly when he saw me, deepening his dimples and bringing a smile to my face in return.
His office was oval shaped. A leather sofa sat against one wall and bookcases were built into another. Behind his desk was a large picture window that gave a clear view of his in-ground pool and gorgeous surrounding views.
I stood in the doorway until he motioned me to him with a wave of his hand.
How did he look better and better each time I saw him? He scooted his chair back and mouthed “Sit.”
I made my way to him and perched on his lap, resting my cheek on his shoulder. His conversation was in rapid Portuguese, so I couldn’t follow. I distracted myself by trailing my fingers over his stubble and through his thick, slightly damp hair. The smell of his cologne tickled my nose.
He put the phone on speaker and sat it on his desk, adjusting me so my back was flush with his chest. He never broke conversation even as his lips skimmed over my neck and he pulled my robe down my shoulders. My bra was unclasped, exposing me entirely. He slid his hands upwards from my hips, sliding them across my chest to firmly cup my breasts.
I pressed back, adding pressure on his growing erection and giving better access to my neck.
His thumbs grazed my nipples gently before he pinched them, forcing me to hold back a whimper.
He slid his hands down my torso, parting my legs with one and bringing the other between them, circling my clit with soft teasing strokes before sliding his fingers into my wet pussy, keeping his thumb on my swollen nub.
I turned my head to hide a moan, placing my hands on the arms of his desk chair for support. He ended his call and increased the speed of his fingers, holding me in place with one hand taking hold of my throat.
“You want me to fuck youamada?”
He added another finger, curling them upward into the sweet spot inside me.
“Yes,” I gasped as he continued to pump his digits inside me.
“How bad do you want to feel my cock inside you? How do you want it?”
He swept his tongue over the juncture where my neck met my shoulder, nipping the skin and bringing forth a loud moan.
“Badly. I want to feel you inside me.”
He bit my ear lobe, deliberately blowing on the skin.
“I want you to fuck me…hard, please, please, fuck me.”
He laughed darkly beneath his breath, beginning to toy with my clit again. I was usually inept at speaking the crass words he so easily provoked from my mouth. I could feel my body climbing a peak. Slight tremors shook my legs as arousal pooled between my thighs, his fingers making sloshing sounds as they slammed in and out of me.
“How hardminha beleza?”
“God,” I groaned, maneuvering my hips to work his fingers deeper, feeling heat slowly creep down my spine.
