Page 177 of LA King

“I just did.”

“They were about casual sex. Nothing more.”

“But this tub is built for sex,” she purrs, a flush creeping up her neck. “Isn’t it?”

“Come over here and we’ll see.”

She pushes her body through the water, and I pull her to straddle me, my cock already throbbing and nudging at her opening as I trail kisses up her neck. “I think you’re built for sex, Alana.”

She whimpers as I roll her hips over my cock. “What about your shower? Ever had sex in there?”

“Yeah, a few times,” I admit. “But I can guarantee I never enjoyed it as much as I’m going to enjoy fucking you in it tomorrow morning.”

Her pussy clenches on the tip of my cock. “You’ve got a filthy mouth.”

“So you keep telling me.”

She edges herself farther onto my cock and runs her fingers through my hair while she stares deep into my eyes. I feel like she’s trying to see into my soul, and if she stares at me much longer, I might just let her.

Instead, I flip her under me so she’s kneeling on the ledge and I’m directly behind her.

“Open wide, princesa,” I order, and she spreads her legs far apart. My obedient wife. I dip my hand between her thighs and find her swollen clit. Then I angle her body so one of the water jets is aimed directly at the tender bud of flesh, leaving my hands free to roam her body until I find her hard nipples. I roll them between my thumb and finger.

“Alex,” she gasps.

I take the opportunity to slide my cock deep inside her. “Have I ever told you how much I love fucking you?”

“No,” she groans, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me with her hungry little squeezes.

“I can’t get enough of your tight little coño, and I’m going to use it whenever and wherever I want to, because it belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

She whimpers her agreement as I pound into her against the side of the tub while the Jacuzzi jet pummels her clit.

I carry on squeezing her breasts and tugging at her nipples while I speak to her in Spanish—telling her how much I need her and how I will never let her go because she is already everything to me.

Then I suck on the soft skin of her neck, and I’m rewarded a moment later with her climax. It crashes over her like a wave, and she roars my name when she finally lets go. The sound of her voice echoing around the bathroom and the feeling of her walls tightening around me tips me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I say in her ear as we catch our breath. “You were right. This tub was built for sex.”

“Told you.”

We were built for sex, and no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that was all we’d ever be, we’re clearly built for much more too. Alana Montoya has burned herself a home inside my ice-cold heart, and I never want her to leave.

Chapter

Thirty-Five

Alana

Iblink awake in the dark room, forgetting where I am for a moment. My temples throb lightly with an impending headache, and I try to wriggle out from under Alejandro so I can get to the bottle of water beside the bed.

He stirs when I move, tightening his hold. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Nowhere. Just getting a drink.”

He releases his grip. “Well, hurry up and get back here.”

“You’re very bossy.” I take a long gulp of the cool liquid and instantly feel better.