“No,” he said, kissing my neck and pinning me to the bed with his big body.
“Although I’m not going to say no to another round, I’m pretty hungry. While I’d like to keep you in my bedroom for a little longer, you should explore Quito while we’re stuck here.”
I was still.
“We’re stuck?”
“There’s something going on, Naelle. We’re going to stay in Ecuador while we figure out what’s happening with the Omegas. They’re out to get me.”
“The Omegas? Who are they?”
“Rival business empire,” he growled. “And they don’t want me in their territory, even though it was mine first.”
His face lost all of his anger and I saw the passionate lover who had rocked my world. He crawled towards me and pulled me into his lap before kissing me deeply.
I couldn’t resist kissing him back. He tasted sweet like candy.
“If I don’t stop now, we’re going to end up in this bed all day.”
“I’m okay with that.” My eyes glazed over a little bit as I thought about spending a day in bed with him. Mmmm…
He smacked my butt with an open palm, enough to make me yelp but not enough to hurt.
“Get out of this bed before I change my mind.”
He got out of bed while I was still in his arms, setting me on my feet inside of the closet.
I saw that someone had already brought my luggage into the closet. I knelt and opened it up. It seemed to be unharmed by the craziness.
I unpacked a dress, bra, and undies and put them on. I still felt sticky between my thighs, but I liked keeping him right there. I loved the idea that I would secretly smell like him, just a secret between the two of us.
He got dressed, too. When we were done, he put his big hands on my waist and drew me against his body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, light shining in his eyes. “Maybe it’s a good thing that I get to keep you for a little while longer.”
I put my hand on the back of his head and drew him a few inches downward to give him a kiss.
Suddenly his hands were on my waist, pulling me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him and gave him a deep kiss.
He pulled me away and put me on my feet.
“We better get going,” he said, his regret clear. “I’m going to take you to a restaurant and then swing by my brother’s place. He called me, and he’s mad.”
“Sounds fine.”
G Spot
Naelle
A car was waiting for us outside of Emilio’s home. We got in and headed to the G Spot.
As he said, there really was a restaurant called the G Spot. It served unremarkable fare, featuring greasy and salty food, but it would make a good story later on.
When we were done, he paid for our meal.
As we left the restaurant, he took my hand in his, which felt twice the size of mine.
I didn’t see his car waiting for us.