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Other than going to the dinner party and discussing business while I kept them company?

Alejandro misled me the most. And Francisco wasn’t much better. He started it all with his mixed messages.

I never thought he’d get out of that car like nothing happened.

That stung.

I’ve seen it done before, but not like that. That was brutal.

These men are so intense they make my head spin.

Kai did it, but it was smoother, and I could adjust, or so I thought.

He always handles me with great care, but he sends mixed messages, too.

He’s all fire when he crashes into me and scoops out what he needs to feed his hunger, and then things shift.

And I suddenly find out about a new plan. And a trip to Miami. And that we can spend time individually. And all that stuff that turns my world on its head.

I follow his lead while he makes sure I’m on the same page with him and get the message. And I do.

Even tonight, he’s given me a few pointers. He knew I’d been lost. Of course, I was lost.

Francisco had dropped me. Figuratively speaking. Now I know it was all a facade. And if my history with Alejandro is any indication, Francisco was moody because he had to shift gears as well.

I know that man. I know his fire. His impetuous temperament. I know he wanted more.

We would’ve never left my hotel room if it were up to him.

He followed Kai’s rules because he didn’t want to be kicked out or leave, for that matter.

He wants to play.

He wants to have me, but he resents the restrictions. I wonder if this is as new to them as it is to me. I think it is.

Regardless, they are tough and change quickly and walk a thin line, trying to rein in their inside beasts and emotions that could threaten everything.

That’s why they keep me guessing.

But this… Here. This is not guessing. This is perfect.

Alejandro is perfect.

He enjoys my lips around his hard cock. He likes when I suck on his hardness and flick the tip of my tongue against the underside of his crown.

He even likes me restrained, not being able to use my hands, only to seduce him with my eyes and my smile. And mouth.

His hand rests on my head, his fingers splayed over my cheek. I love his touch. I love everything about him this evening.

The way he came to get me.

His determination was self-serving. Oh, I know that. There was something in it for him. And here he is, collecting.

He knew he’d get something in return if he had found me first. Finder’s keepers, and all that… Mm-hmm.

Even if only for a couple of hours.

He also likes secrets.


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