by Blue Saffire
I take another approach. “Why keep me around? You don’t trust my judgement. You have decided to do my job for me.”
“You are trying me. It is not a wise thing.”
“Why not? Do you plan to take care of me too,” I taunt.
Something shifts in his eyes and I know I’ve gone too far. Heat fuses with ice. There’s danger in his gaze that I’m not sure I can save myself from it.
I take a step back. “Don’t,” I warn.
“Sí,” he says huskily, before grasping my waist and tugging me forward.
Cristóbal
“I said, don’t,” she repeats, even as her body sags into mine.
“You do not mean this. In fact, I think you like provoking me. Divorce,” I scoff, moving my hands to her ass. “We will never divorce. You have played with your little toys.
“Why are you so angry to see one of mine? It’s not as if you didn’t know they exist.”
“First, I could care less about the disrespectful putas you spend your time fucking. You will give me a divorce,” she replies.
I lift her from her feet and pull her legs around my waist. Her eyes grow wide and her hands wrap my neck. The more she challenges me the harder I get.
“Look into my eyes and tell me you do not feel this between us. Tell me I don’t consume your thoughts, mi amor.”
She shivers in my hold, her eyes squeezing shut. I see the change that happens against her protests. She softens in my arms.
“Stop,” she pleas. “Whatever this is. Just stop.”
I peck her lips. “Why should we?” I kiss her nose. “Why would we?” I lick from her throat up to lips, nipping her full bottom one. “Even if we could, why? Mi amour, I didn’t know what I had all of this time. I don’t want to stop now.”
“Cristó?”
“Sí, mi amour?”
Slipping my hand beneath her dress and into her panties, I begin to play with her pussy from behind. She’s already soaked. I groan, wanting inside of her now, but knowing I’m going to take my time.
Pulling the zipper the rest of the way down, I lift the dress up and tug it over her head. Her breasts jiggle free, bare and begging for my attention.
“Please?” she pleads.
“Please what, corazón?” I whisper against her collarbone.
“Cristó,” she says, a plea and warning in her voice.
I chuckle darkly. I know what she needs, but first we need to get a few things clear. I slip my fingers from her hot core and bring them to my lips.
Her eyes glaze with lust as I suck her flavor from my digits. She tastes so good on my tongue. I can’t wait to devour her whole.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I drag my wet fingers over her lips. She parts them for me and pulls the wet offering in. My jaw works and my cock twitches demanding release as she licks my fingers clean.
“I will give you what you need, but first, we settle our little problem. I want you. I will not rest until I have you in every way. You are not some toy I want to play with and throw away. You know me, mi amor. You know the core of me,” I say.
Her lips tremble and it’s the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen her. It makes me weak in the knees. She’s allowing me to see something no one else will ever see.
Don’t forget about Nelson.
Ah, sí. The friend. The one she always goes running to. Still, I know in my heart this is a level of intimacy that only I will have with my wife.
“I can’t give you what you want,” she says softly.
“Stop defying me just because you feel you should or you think you can. Give yourself to me.”
“Stop pushing me when you know I can’t.”
“You can and you will,” I say before crushing her lips.
The kiss is so rough and all consuming, I taste the tinge of blood on our tongues. She doesn’t tear away from me though. Teeth, tongues, and lips still continue to collide.
“You drive me loco,” I groan. “I’m going to make love to you until neither of us can breathe.”
“Cristó,” she whimpers.
“I love when you call my name, mi amour,” I say, pulling a shiver from her body.
I twist my fist in the thin fabric of her panties and tear them free from her body. She drops her forehead to my chin, an act of her surrender. I run my fingers up and down her spine teasing.
“This means nothing,” she whispers.
I frown and still. I will make her swallow those words. We have always meant something to each other. Hours upon hours together when she came to me. I’ve shared things with her I’ve never shared with anyone else.
There will never be a time when we mean nothing. Everything between us means something. Everything.
I shift her body up my torso to reach my pants. I’d already removed everything else to take my shower. I make quick work of removing my pants and boxer brief.
Detra grinds against my cock as soon as it’s free and pointing up at her. She’s slick and ready for me. I would torture her if I didn’t need her so badly.
All thoughts of taking my time vanish when she sucks on my neck. She’s a wicked woman, who has more control over me than she knows.
“Ah,” she cries out as I thrust up into her.
“I have not even begun,” I say through tight lips.
Grasping her waist, I stop to move her body up and down on my length. Her heat traps me in her warm walls with each thrust. She’s so wet, I can feel her dipping down my thighs.
Her cries fill the room, but it’s not enough. I want to nail the thought of nothing out of her head. She means everything to me.
“Look at me,” I demand.
She lift her head from neck. I reach beneath both of her thighs, cradling her body and supporting her weight on my forearms. My hands lock together at the center of her back and I start to bounce her on my cock.
Her eyes bulge and she starts to scream in pleasure. Her head tosses back, her breasts jiggle with the force of me bouncing her. She’s becoming slicker with each up and down motion.
“This… this means nothing? You tell me that now,” I grind out.
“Oh my God!”
“No, I’m your husband.”
“Fuck, Cristó. Please, I can’t. Fuck,” she whimpers and gasps.
“You still want a divorce? Your pussy says you are happy right where you are, Esposita,” I taunt as she soaks my balls and thighs.
“That’s not fair,” she bites out half-heartedly.
“What’s not fair, mi amour?” I breathe. “I can tell you many things that are not fair.”
“You’re not right, my chest, shit. I’m coming,” she screams, eyes rolling back.
Detra
He is so wrong for this. This is exactly way I never should have opened this door. Who fucks someone’s brains out like this? I’m serious. My heart is pounding and feels like it’s going to burst free from my chest.
I’m so wet, if he weren’t in complete control of my body and his, I think he would have slipped out by now. Damn, this shit just isn’t right. A divorce? I want to marry his dick game.
He places his lips to my ear. “You know what’s not fair. You making me wait an entire year to get back into this pussy. My pussy,” he says huskily, licking my ear.
“I’ve been waiting, giving you time to come to me. Not fair, is waking up to find my wife gone. Not fair is going for a run to again not find you in my bed.
“We mean something, we mean more than the shit you keep pulling with me. Don’t ever tell me my touch on your body will mean nothing. As long as my blood and soul burn for you, we will always mean something,” he grunts out.
I shatter again. It feels like my belly drops out. I’m limp in his hold. Kissing my temple he has mercy on me and stop driving into me as he bounces my body. I close my eyes as my back hits the cool bedspread.
However, sleep is not what greets me. Cristó doesn’t pull out. Instead, he starts to slow grind. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. His lips latch onto
my neck and he begins to suck.
I open my eyes, my lids fluttering as I look up at the ceiling. The brush and stroke of his beard sends too many sensations running through me. My nipples are rock hard and my thighs are tremble, warning that the rest of my body is about to convulse.
He starts to grunt and groan as his big body grinds and rolls into mine. The vibration from his moaning against my neck pulls the trigger I need to go over. This man is a wrecking ball to my body.
“You will only come for me. No man will ever touch you. You’re my wife. You will always be my wife,” he moans. “Mierda, come for me one more time. I want you with me.”
“Coño, I’m going to have a heart attack,” I cry.
He shifts to lick over the center of my chest. He makes a trail of kisses to my right breast and wraps his heated mouth around my tightened peak.
“Cristó.”
Calling his name is like igniting a fire. He looks up at me with those hazel-blue eyes and starts to pound into me. The glare in his eyes says so much. He’s staking a claim, putting me in my place, and dominating my body all at once.
My breast pops free from his mouth and he bears his teeth. I reach to cup his face, burying my fingers into his beard. He move up my body again and crushes my lips.
The kiss is hard and hot, just like earlier. I’m deliriously close to telling him I’ll stay with him forever. I don’t even remember why we were fighting.
“Let me in, novio,” he says with so much passion. “Let me all the way in.”
I turn away from his eyes, but he moves his lips to my ear and continues to rumble pleas for my submission. I would surrender if it weren’t my heart on the line, but I can’t. My life was shaped by the things love makes people do.
“Your heart speaks as loudly as your body. Our sex reeks of passion beyond friendship or a simple fuck. For now, I will give you pleasure….”
His words trail off and I’m too shook to my core to pry into where they were headed. I squeeze my eyes shut as I explode around him. I try to ignore the way his words burn through my heart. I try, doesn’t mean I succeed.
Might want to second guess that divorce though.
Chapter 8
Alarm
Detra
My phone won’t stop buzzing, but I’m too spent to answer it. I just want to sleep for the next week. I have no idea where his old ass gets all of that damn energy.
If I would have come one more time, I would have been on a comma. I groan into my pillow and wiggle my sore ass beneath the sheets. The insistent buzzing won’t stop.
I’m going to kill whoever is on the other end. When the phone stops and starts again, I know I have to answer. However, before I can, my husband reaches across my back and grabs the phone from the nightstand.
“Hello,” his deep voice croons as if he’s already started his day. “This is Detra’s phone. You are speaking to her husband. How can I help you?”
He pauses to listen and I pop up to take the phone from him. He could be talking to anyone. Including my father or mother that knows nothing about him.
My heart starts to race. I don’t want my family to find out about him this way. My mother would kill me.
“I am a partner in the company. You can say what you need to say to me,” he grinds out.
I pluck the phone from his hand, but he places it on speaker with his long fingers. I purse my lips at him. However, I allow him to listen in on the call.
“What’s going on?” I say, looking to see that it’s my office assistant.
“There has been a break in Ms. Marques,” she replies.
Cristóbal glares at me. I’ve never used my married name in the office. I shrug my shoulders at him.
“Has anything been taken?” I ask, directing my attention back to the call.
“It looks as if they were trying to enter Mr. Fisher’s office. You told me to call you directly if something like this every happened,” she replies.
“You did the right thing. I’m on my way,” I say and end the call.
“We are going to New York?”
“I am going to New York,” I say, dragging my stuff body from the bed.
“Sí, we are going to New York.”
“Your Spanish is starting to sound like French and I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like a lot of things, but I will wait until we are on our flight before I start to list them,” he grumbles getting out of bed.
I ignore him as I try to walk on my wobbly legs. They threaten to buckle on me at any given moment. I would love a bath and time to soak, but that’s not going to happen.
First, Nelson’s car, now this. I’m going to get to the bottom of this sooner rather than later and someone is going to be sorry. If Cristó handled Art, that rules him out. Initially, he was at the top of my list. I was sure he had tried to pull some strings and have some reach.
Now, I’m a bit stunned and hungry for answers. I can’t have Cristóbal truly thinking I have gone weak. I’ve done things differently in the last few years, but I’ve not lost my edge.
“I have called for my jet. A car is waiting downstairs,” Cristó says as I pull the clothes from the bag he had delivered yesterday after destroying my dress.
“I could have called for my own plane and ride.”
“You refuse the armored cars,” he replies.
“Not my style. I prefer the cars I choose.”
“It all belongs to me,” he says gruffly.
“I will buy you out whenever you’re ready,” I challenge, reminding him that I have built assets beyond him.
“Let’s go. You are wasting time,” he grunts and walks out of the room.
Cristóbal
She may not want my help, but she has no choice. I do not like the events that have been taking place. Detra has yet to inform me of it all herself.
My patience grows thin, but not with her. The report I received was far from satisfactory. This is why I’m making this trip with her.
Not because I think she cannot handle things. I’m going to see everything with my own eyes. I also made a small connection with my wife last night that I don’t what to break.
“Should I stay here in London? Do you think you will return here?” Alonso asks.
“Stay here and get me what I’ve been asking for. I want answers. Not this empty fluff you’ve given me,” I say into the phone.
“I’m sorry. It was the best I could do on short notice.”
“Silencio, I will not have these excuses. Remember, if I have to do your job, I don’t need you. I want to know about this crash and the break in. Find out more about this Nelson. More than what you have been feeding me over the years. I want to know everything,” I bark.
“Yes, Jefe. I will handle it,” he mumbles.
“I know you will. Have it all for me by the time I land.”
Chapter 9
Little Sister
Detra
“They didn’t get into your office, but they damn sure tried,” I say into the phone as I rub my temples.
“I don’t believe in coincidences,” Nelson replies.
“I know you don’t. Neither do I. I just need to figure out who could get to your car and try to get into your office.”
“I’ll come back.”
“No, that’s not necessary. Leave this me to.” I sigh.
“I think we should let Brenda go. She and Art worked together for years. I just would rather cut ties,” Nelson muses.
“That makes sense,” I rub the back of my neck. “Listen, let me tie some things up here and I’ll give you an update later. I’ll take care of this.”
“Be safe,” he says.
“Always.”
I end the call and turn to walk back to my office where I left Cristóbal. He insisted on coming with me to check on things. I would much rather he find a hotel to stay in or go to his brother’s.
Anywhere that will insure me he will not run into any of my family. I need to focus, but that’s h
ard to do with my husband here in New York. All it takes is one family member and I’m fucked.
My family will descend like wolves. Thank God my place is here in New York and not Jersey. I can’t even begin to count how many times that toll has kept my cheap ass family out of my hair. I like it that way.
“Andrea?” I calls as the little weird chick appears in front of me.
This girl is one odd duck if I ever seen one. My brain starts to work. She’s supposed to be on vacation. She made the request after the auction.
What everyone around here doesn’t know is that I know every single detail about this company. Everyone reports to me. Human Resources ran her time by me before it was approved.
“Hello, happy holidays,” she says while bouncing on her toes and giving me a geeky smile.
I narrow my eyes on her little weird ass. There is just something I can’t put my finger on. I go to ask her what the hell she’s doing here, but my husband and my sister pick this exact moment to head in my direction.
Neither of them can see me from their angle. Nor can the see each other moving through the corridor.
“You, let’s go,” I command, grabbing Andrea’s arm and dragging her with me.
Walking quickly, I head for the back hallway that will lead back around for the elevators. Andrea’s goofy ass trips a few times, but I just tug her along with me.
If I dip out now, I can dodge them both. I froze halfway to the elevator and groan. This was a bad idea. I panicked.
That man has jacked my head up and I haven’t been thinking straight. If Jada asks Cristó who he is, he’s going to say he’s my husband.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I huff and stomp my foot.
“Everything okay?” Andrea asks pushing up her glasses.