Needful Surrender

AURORA

It’s been two weeks since the attacks orchestrated by Santos Cruz, though it seems like much longer. A lot has happened in that time.

I finally started the move from my apartment into Esteban’s house in Puerta de Hierro. It’s slow going because he refuses to let me go more than a few hours without him. Not that I would want anything different. Coming so close to losing one another makes it hard to leave his side.

When he goes to work, I focus on finishing the article I owe Guadalajara al Diario. My boss, Javier, has been more patient that usual, but only because he expects I’ll deliver all of Esteban’s dirty secrets on a silver platter. However, that’s not what I’ll be doing at all. In fact, I suspect that the lack of devious acts mentioned in the piece will put me on his shit list. He might even end up offering my co-worker, Yoli, my segment. She wouldn’t take it, of course. On more than one occasion she’s mentioned her fear of exposing criminals.

Which means it will come right back to me.

I smile as I stretch on the bed, peering over the top of my laptop at my very own sexy Diablo. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d end up with a criminal. That I’d crave him the way I do.

“What?” he asks, glancing up at me as he secures his silver cufflinks.

Practically drooling over the way his black suit fits him so well, I lick my lips and sigh. “Just enjoying the view.”

He grins in return. “Oh, yeah? If you want to enjoy me better, I’d be happy to cancel the meeting.”

“Nope. You need to go. It’s important. Don’t use me as an excuse to cancel it.”

He comes to stand by the edge of the bed, his knees hitting the mattress. I roll onto my back, watching his gaze darken as it trails over me. “Are you wearing anything under my T-shirt?”

“You don’t like it when I do.”

Raising a thick brow, he says, “That’s not what I asked.”

I bite my lip before adding saucily, “Check for yourself.”

“It seems I have no choice,” he says, sounding put-upon. He slides his palm over my thigh, catching the hem of the shirt as he goes. Slowly, he tugs it upward, exposing me little by little until it’s gathered above my breasts.

“Spread your legs,” he says gruffly. “Let me see your pussy.”

I do as he commands, my breath catching in my throat when I hear the low rumble in his chest. He reaches down, using his fingers to lightly tease my clit, while at the same time he bends over me, taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Mmm,” I moan, closing my eyes, savoring the feel of his touch. “You really know how to tempt me.”

“I would hope so,” he says, nuzzling me.

Sighing with disappointment that I can’t allow him to continue, I tug down on the shirt. “Esteban, you have to go. This is what you’ve worked so… Dios mio,” I gasp when he ignores my protests, dipping his head between my legs for an intimate kiss.

He drags his tongue along my slit, before it delves between the folds. I grab his head, holding him to me as I pump my hips upward once, creating a sweet pressure that has me wishing we could finish this. But we can’t.

I push him away and, sitting up, point to the door. “Go. Now.”

Licking his lips, he gives me a devilish grin that fans the flames always burning inside me. “I couldn’t go without the taste of you in my mouth.” He adjusts himself, his shaft erect and very visible through his slacks.

“After the club, we’ll celebrate the announcement our way. Then I promise you’ll be able to taste every part of me.”

“Will I be able to fuck every part too?”

Fluttering my lashes, I say, “Only if you lick me nicely.”

He groans as he kisses me, on the lips this time. “Good. Because while we’re at your parents’ house, I’ll feel guilty defiling you,” he says, referring to our upcoming three-day trip, where I’ll get to introduce him to my family.

I roll my eyes. “We’ll have our own room.”

“Right beside theirs. Sorry, even I have hard limits.” He gives me another kiss. “The driver will pick you up at ten.” And with that, he leaves for the Falcon building.

Today’s a very big day for him. It’s the official announcement of the Falcon brand’s addition of a winery. After much debate, I finally convinced him to go public with his plans. Even though he had his issues with his father, I have no doubt Pablo Falcon would be proud of his son. Esteban deserves nothing less.

I’m not sure if he believes it, though. Not yet. Either way, what he did agree with was the fact that Empresa Falcon is his now, and he can do whatever he’d like with it.

A ping on my laptop has me sitting up and logging into my email. I click on it and smile in complete and utter glee as I read its contents. All of my research of the last two weeks has paid off in a big way.

Quickly, I open a new Word document and begin to type. For hours, I write. Line after line, word after carefully selected word. Each one chosen to make an impact, because each one holds enough power to bring a man to heel. A very sassy man who needs to be brought down a peg or two.

When I’m done, I slam my laptop shut and lean back onto the pillows. Tonight, we celebrate Esteban’s freedom from his father’s hold, and this will be the perfect gift.

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