He leads me through a doorway and the lights turn on automatically. It’s a state-of-the-art gym with some sort of electronic batting cage in the corner. “Fancy. Do you guys ever workout here?”
“Not really. We have a few times.” He points toward a large screen and netting in the corner. “That’s a VR batting cage. It’s pretty cool. I’ll have him set it up so you can try it next time.”
Leading me by the hand, we weave our way through the gym to the attached balcony. There are several seating areas and tucked in the corner looking out over the city is a hot tub.
My hand brushes over the cover, imagining all the filthy things I’d like to get up to with Cruz in it.
“This is his favorite part about the penthouse. I think it might be the only thing aside from the library that he likes about it.”
“Really, why?” I ask, leaning against the railing to take in the sweeping views of the mountains.
“It’s complicated. This place was a gift from his grandpa. I don’t know the whole story, but there’s some tension there.”
“Library next?”
“Lead the way.” Butterflies take flight in my stomach and I have to fight the urge to fidget as Cruz leads me back inside the penthouse and down the hall further.
When he walks through the last door on the left, I quietly pull the door shut behind me. “Wow, this is impressive. He’s a talking clock away from being a modern day beast locked up here in his castle.” Opposite the long wall of books there’s a sitting area with a small couch in cognac leather and matching armchair.
The shelves are filled with classics and some newer thrillers. My fingers dance across the spines, temporarily distracted from my plans.
“It’s funny. He’s got this whole library, but he reads on his phone when we travel. I have never once seen him with an actual book.”
I spin around to find Cruz sitting in the armchair, his gaze crawls down my body as I stand in the middle of the darkly lit room. My feet carry me towards him, the nerves I was feeling earlier turning to an ache that radiates deep within me. This isn’t just about feeling a sense of control over this crazy longing I feel for my best friend.
He’s made everything aboutme. He’s been unwavering in his pursuit to makemefeel good, and I want to do the same for him. When I stop in front of him, his hands grip my hips.
“God, Delilah. You’re so fucking stunning. It kills me that I’ve waited this long to tell you that whenever I want.”
Does this man even know what he does to me? He’s been the most important person in my life for years—the one I go to for everything. Just being his friend has made my life infinitely better. I cup the side of his face and straddle his lap. “You have me now and I’m not going anywhere.”
Our kiss starts out sweet, but after his tongue slips into my mouth, I melt into his body. Molding against him as he bands his arms around me and tugs me closer. When I thread my fingers in his hair, tilting him back to give me better access, he hums against my lips.
His thick length hardens between us as the kiss intensifies, and I let my hand drift down his chest and torso before my fingers find the button on his jeans. With a deftness that impresses me, given how flustered I felt earlier, I pop the button loose and scoot back on his lap so I can drag his zipper down.
The sound it makes seems to echo through the room. My skin tingles at the prospect of getting to taste him, letting him fill my mouth.
“Hermosa.” The word is a rough moan as his chest heaves up and down. Eyes widening when I back all the way off his lap and kneel between his spread knees.
“Mhmmm.” I’m too focused on the heavy erection in his pants to say anything more. Moving my hands up his strong thighs, I push them further apart, giving myself room to work as I slip my hand inside his open zipper and palm his thick cock through his boxer briefs.
“What are you doing?” His voice is measured, but when I look up, I find a soft expression on his face.
“It seems pretty obvious to me. Since this mouth was getting me into trouble earlier, I figured I would put it to use in another way.”
“Oh yeah. You’re going to wrap these pretty red lips around my cock right here? Where anyone could walk in?”
I hadn’t really thought about that. It shouldn’t make me want this more, but it does. I clench my thighs together, the pulse there ratcheting up to the next level.
My hand slides under the elastic of his waistband, pumping him with my hand before I pull him out.
“You better get to work then, before someone walks in and finds you on your knees choking on my cock like a greedy girl.” He cups the side of my face with a gentleness that contrasts his words.
With my free hand, I tug on his jeans and he lifts, pushing them down for me as my hand moves up and down his length languidly. When a bead of pre-cum glistens on his tip, I dip my head and kiss it away.
“Don’t tease me, Hermosa. If someone walks in and sees you like this, I might have to punch them in the face and I’d rather not—”
His words are cut off when I bring my tongue to the base of his shaft and lick him before circling the tip with my tongue.
