by Tess Summers
It was as delicious as it had been when she drank it during her prep work to meet the cartel moneyman.
She tucked her phone in her purse as she stepped out into the warm summer night—closing her eyes to enjoy the summer breeze, only opening them when she ran smack dab into a tall, broad body who let out an “Oomph” when her body barreled into his.
“Oh, discúlpame,” she said automatically, then cringed. Not exactly the reaction of a woman just learning Spanish.
The man’s face came into view wearing a knowing grin. “Miss Rhodes.”
Shit. She went on the offensive before he even had a chance to ask her about her Spanish.
“Oh, Dante! It’s you! I swear I’m not trying to harm you on purpose,” she said with a laugh that was way too high pitched, even to her own ears. “Even though I’m sure it looks that way, all the bumbling I’ve done around you.” Breathe, Keni.
Wait, what is he doing here?
In a more subdued voice, she cocked her head and asked, “Did you forget something?”
His hand went to her hip, where his thumb subtly stroked the material of her white designer dress. “My dinner plans changed, so I thought I’d come back and see if you’d like to join me.”
Except he said it in Spanish.
She blinked at him rapidly then said with a placating smile, “I’m sorry, I have no idea what you just said to me.”
His grin was crooked when he asked—in English this time, “Are you sure? You seemed to know some Spanish just a minute ago.”
“Positive. But that’s why I’m here. To learn. I overheard the bellman at the hotel say discúlpame earlier when he ran into someone, so I just put two and two together. Did I say it right?”
He eyed her suspiciously for a beat then a slow grin formed on his face as it relaxed. “Yes, you said it right. So, would you like to have dinner with me?”
“I thought you already had dinner plans?”
“I cancelled them. I didn’t think it’d be fair to my companion to be thinking about you all evening when I should be paying attention to her.”
Her stomach dipped at his admission. Genuinely.
It’s just because that means the mission is going better than planned, she reasoned. It had nothing to do with the fact that she had found herself honestly enjoying his company earlier.
“Oh. Well, what if I say I’m busy?” she teased, batting her eyelashes coyly at him.
He gave her a grin that melted her panties while he leaned closer, wrapping a strand of her hair around his finger as he murmured, “Aw, don’t do that, little one. Then I’ll have to eat alone and go to bed hungry.”
She caught the slip although she knew perfectly well it was anything but a slip. He didn’t say or go to bed hungry—he said and.
“What are you implying? If I have dinner with you, you’ll go to bed satisfied?”
His eyes flashed lustfully at her under the orange street lights, but he shrugged noncommittally. “More so than I would if I were to eat alone.” He slowly withdrew his finger, leaving a perfect ringlet on her shoulder, then stared into her eyes. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even have dessert. Do you like dessert, Ruby?”
How strong he was coming onto her now made her immediately suspicious. She’d practically sat on his lap inside the bar trying to get this type of reaction, but he’d not taken her up on it. What had changed?
One goddamn word. Discúlpame.
Fuck. She needed to do some damage control. Except she wasn’t exactly certain what that should look like. Did she play hard to get or take him up on his offer? What was the best strategy, long term?
It must have been the Macallan talking because she heard herself purring, “I love dessert.” Then leaned her tits against his arm. “What’s your favorite?”
Guess I’m going with the sex strategy.
He stared down at her with his gaze focused on her mouth. “Strawberry shortcake,” then moved up to her eyes. “Yours?”
With her eyes deadlocked on his, she replied in a low, sultry voice, “Mexican swizzle sticks.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “I happen to know the perfect place you can get those.”
“What a lucky coincidence for me to have sat next to you at the bar.”
“Serendipity, indeed.”
There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, putting her on edge. Something told her he wasn’t buying her story. She was going to have to turn on the charm and make him believe it.
****
Dante
He knew damn well luck had absolutely nothing to do with her sitting next to him tonight.
Walking out of the bar earlier with a smile, he’d been replaying the evening’s events in his mind when it hit him out of nowhere. If he was going to design his ideal woman—she would be it. And she just so happened to be at his favorite bar the same time he was, ordered the same drink as him, and proceeded to flirt with him? Something wasn’t adding up. This was too good to be true. Not that women didn’t come onto him… they did. All the time, actually. Money and power were like female catnip, and he had plenty of both. But this chick… She’d been too perfect.
Dante was on the phone with one of his investigators in the States the second he was seated in the back of his waiting car.
“Find out what you can about a Ruby Rhodes out of Texas, twenty-eight years old, and get back to me ASAP.”
He then called John, his best friend and second-in-command, and asked him to do the same. Even though John was currently in South America working on securing connections for when the Guzmans expanded, he was much faster in replying—calling him back before Dante had even reached the restaurant where Carmen was waiting for him.
“This is what I’ve found out. She exists—at least on paper.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Dante snarled.
“It means, there’s a paper trail for her—education, credit cards, social media presence… and they’re all dated appropriately, so if you were doing a superficial search, it’d pass the smell test. But, when I started digging—really digging, everything about her has been established in the last eight to nine months. Even accounts that are supposed to be ten years old were really only created recently. Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to make it look like she has a much longer history than she really does.”
Dante sighed. “I knew she was too perfect.”
John continued. “My best guess is CIA. Whoever created her identity was no slouch. They did a damn good job. She has a credit score in her name, a degree… hell, there’s even a lease to a penthouse in Houston in her name that I’m sure is really where someone is putting up his mistress.”
“Get in touch with our guy on the inside and find out how much it’s going to cost me to get her real name and what she’s doing here."
“That’s going to take some time,” John warned.
“That’s okay,” Dante grinned devilishly “I’m going to have a little fun in the meantime. Hey, if I call you back later and am talking bullshit—just go along, okay?”
He instructed his driver to take him back to the bar then dialed Carmen directly.
Her voice was husky when she answered, “Hello there.”
“I’m sorry, gorgeous. Work is keeping me busy tonight, so I’m not going to be able make it after all. But please, have dinner on me. And make sure to order the most expensive bottle of wine.”
The dark-haired woman on the other end laughed. “I already did. I’m sorry you can’t break away. I was looking forward to your company tonight.”
“Perhaps another time.”
“I look forward to it.”
He clicked off and began planning all the things he was going to do to that little redhead CIA agent’s mouth, and how she’d willingly let him if he was her target. And how satisfying it was going to be knowing it wasn’t because she really wanted to. He just hoped she was still there.
He pulled up to the bar and got out before his driver could open his door. March
ing to the door, he had just reached it when it opened up and a flash of red hair barreled straight into him. A sweet voice gasped, “Discúlpame.”
His hand steadied the offender running into him, but he already knew who it was. He glanced down and noticed the cute freckles across her nose, her green eyes widened momentarily when she realized she’d said excuse me, in the right context, in Spanish.
No hablo my ass.
She’d then agreed to ride with him to dinner, probably in an effort to distract him from his suspicions, which he dangled out in front of her knowing she’d worry and try to appease him—and he was planning on taking full advantage of that. Maybe that made him a bastard, but this chick wasn’t exactly being on the level with him, so he was going to have no remorse when he was balls deep in her pussy in about an hour, ninety minutes tops, then kicked her ass to the curb when he was through with her.
The CIA could suck his balls.
Dante let out a small chuckle. They were going to—literally.
“What’s so funny?” she asked from the seat next to him in the back of his car.
“Just what a coincidence it was that you were at the bar at the same time I was. I mean what are the odds? Not to mention you like Mexican swizzle sticks.”
He was baiting her, and she took it hook, line, and sinker.
Brushing her tits against his biceps, she squeezed his inner thigh and whispered in his ear, “And you like strawberry shortcake.”
That was all the invitation Dante needed, and he grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head, holding her in place as his mouth plundered hers. She responded immediately, her arms at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as she returned the intensity of his kiss.
His hand slid under her dress, inching up her thigh until he could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. Rubbing circles over her panties, he growled in her ear, “I think I want dessert first.”
Ruby let out a submissive whimper and subtly opened her legs wider, and he couldn’t help but grin.
“Mmm, good girl. Spread those legs for me.”
The fabric between her legs was getting damp, and Dante pushed it to the side and plunged one finger deep inside her pussy, moving it in and out.
“Look how fucking wet you are!” he exclaimed then slowly pulled out and dragged his fingertip up and down her slit, spreading her juices along her folds. Finding her clit, he began to wiggle his finger rapidly over it, only pausing to dip his finger inside her again for more natural lubricant.
“When was the last time you were fucked? Your pussy is so tight.”
She gasped as he smeared more of her juices before resuming his manipulation of her hard nub.
He felt her start to tense up and growled as he increased the tempo, “That’s it, little slut. Come on my fucking hand.”
And fucking come she did.
She began to chant, “Oh my god, oh my god,” as she gripped his biceps tight. Her body was as taut as a wire—this girl must’ve needed this more than he did. Letting out a long, low moan she arched back with her eyes closed and her mouth in the form of an ‘Oh’ right before she began to shudder and jerk. Watching her come undone at his hand was the most erotic thing he’d witnessed in a long time, and his dick was hard as fucking steel.
He didn’t let up until she squeezed her thighs together and opened her eyes, looking over at him with a sheepish smile.
Dante didn’t return the smile. His gaze intense when he leaned down and enunciated in her ear, “Suck my cock, bitch.”
Chapter Three
Ruby
His words were crude, meant to debase her. Yet, she’d never been more turned in on in her life. Apparently, she had a submissive side—for real… who knew?
Not her. She was a kickass CIA assassin. Submission in her real life was a foreign concept, but she was getting her rocks off playing the part of a submissive right now. It probably helped that she hadn’t had sex with anyone other than her vibrator in almost a year. And Dante’s dominance was hot as fuck. And that orgasm he’d just given her… holy shit.
She obediently slid between his legs and began unbuckling his belt as he clicked the intercom to the driver with a simple order of “Drive around.” Yeah, like that wasn’t obvious they were fooling around in the backseat.
He lifted his ass when she began to tug on his trousers, his gorgeous cock bouncing when she pulled his boxer briefs down along with his pants, leaving them pooled at his ankles.
Ruby stroked his shaft reverently while getting acquainted with it. As far as cocks went, his was practically perfect. Straight as an arrow, above average length and girth but not so much that she couldn’t handle it, and she rubbed her face against the velvety smooth surface with her eyes closed as she took in his masculine scent.
Dante grabbed a fistful of her hair and steered her mouth to his balls, and she compliantly began to run her tongue along the outline of his sac before sucking one in.
“Take them both,” he directed, and once again, she did as he instructed without question, stuffing her mouth full of Dante’s balls while trying to massage them with her tongue.
With a loud slurp! Ruby popped them out of her mouth and hesitated, waiting for his next command. Using her hair as a handle, he guided her mouth to his cock, and she dutifully took him as deep as she could, causing him to let out a slight gasp.
Getting his shaft nice and slippery, she began to stroke him from the base as she bobbed her head up and down.
“That’s it. Fuuuck, yeah.”
She took him deep again, and he held her head in place and thrust up, causing her eyes to water.
“Get ready to swallow, slut.”
Kennedy was more of a spitter than a swallower, but apparently her alter-ego, Ruby was about to embrace it because she didn’t even hesitate. Slurping off his cock, she took him shallow in her mouth; moaning around his shaft and jerking him fast until she tasted the saltiness of cum hit the tip of her tongue and then swallowed, looking up at him as she did. He closed his eyes and groaned, throwing his head back like the sight of her was more than he could handle.
She felt like a goddamn porn star. It was empowering as fuck.
Popping his cock out of her mouth, she ran her hands along his inner thigh as she remained between his legs, gazing up at him like a good little submissive. Dante opened his eyes and looked down at her with a soft smile, caressing her cheek before moving his thumb to her bottom lip as he stared at her mouth.
“Such a pretty mouth,” he murmured, pulling her bottom lip down and rubbing it hard—like he was smearing her lipstick, then moved back to stroking the side of her face tenderly. “Such a beautiful face. Next time I’m going to paint it with my cum.”
Dante tugged on her biceps to move her back to the seat next to him and spread her legs apart. He slid one hand under her dress and pushed her panties between her nether lips and into her pussy. His other hand held her chin firmly, and he growled with his lips against her ear, “Then I’m going to fuck your pussy hard and come again when I’m balls deep inside you. And you’re going to thank me for it by cleaning my cock with your mouth.” He pressed his fingers in her, pushing the fabric deeper. “If you do a good job and beg me, I might let you come again.”
His words and his manhandling of her had her wet.
He released her chin but slid his hand around her throat, squeezing only slightly as if to convey the power of his position.
“Do you think you’d like that, slut?”
“Yes,” Ruby whispered as if saying it out loud was a confessional.
He squeezed harder. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dante fucked her shallow with his fingers, her panties still shoved inside her pussy creating a barrier.
She let out a frustrated moan and was met with a hard slap to her clit over the fabric. Followed by a succession of swats to her center.
“You’ve soaked your panties.”
Her underwear was drenched, she could f
eel it. She wanted nothing more than for him to slide them to the side again and pressed against his palm hoping to convey just that.
He chuckled as he removed his hand and pulled up his pants, put his cock inside his underwear, and zipped up. He was done playing with her. After he had tucked his shirt in and buckled his belt, he clicked the intercom to the driver. “Take us to the restaurant.”
That’s it?
Ruby tried to act unaffected when she pulled a brush from her bag and ran it through her long, red hair, then took a compact out to look at herself as she reapplied her makeup. Good as new; no one would be able to tell she’d just been used like a slut and had her face fucked in the back of a limo. But her underwear sticking to her pussy served as a reminder that she had and of just how much she’d loved it.
She hadn’t meant to fuck him already—he’d just made it impossible not to. Now she needed to turn on the charm because she might be in danger of becoming a one-night stand, and that would be difficult to explain to the agency.
****
Dante
Damn, he’d enjoyed using her in the car. He hadn’t planned on fucking her so soon, but the way she looked up at him with those innocent green eyes and that pouty mouth, when he knew she was anything but innocent… he hadn’t been able to help himself. Plus, he’d wanted to check her for weapons.
Her little submissive whimpers at his manhandling of her brought his dom out in full force. He’d originally been planning on fucking her once and shoving her out the door with cum all over her face. But when he described what he wanted to do to her later, her pussy became drenched. That had to be explored—at least for the night. He could kick her out in the morning.
They walked into one of his favorite restaurants in Ensenada. Well, he walked in—she strutted like she was used to being the center of attention. Tonight was no exception—all eyes were on her when they were shown to their table—a corner booth, and she situated herself next to him.