stinging my eyes. “Listen. I love what you’ve done for me. And, God, I wish we could stay here all night.”
“But?” He trails his tongue along the side of my neck.
I tremble. “I really need to get back to the bar. You have to return to your post. And I need to figure out where I’m staying tonight.”
“No.” Armando smooths his palm over my belly, down between my legs, and his fingers slip into my slick folds. I groan and drop my head back to his shoulder. “You’re coming home with me. Theo told me you have a stalker. I’ll keep you safe, Zoe.”
My heart skips a beat at my name on his lips and, while his fingers continue to stroke my clit, my mind conjures up all kinds of things we could do during a stay at his place. “But what about Karina?”
“I’m sure she is staying with Theo.” He dips his fingers deeper inside me and curls them against my G-spot. “Stay with me.”
I angle my hips, driving him deeper. Within seconds, he has me panting and close to reaching a climax, but he retreats. I whimper, unfulfilled.
“Say you will stay with me tonight.” He slides his fingers back inside me, stroking and pinching my clit until I tremble, close to the edge again. He retreats.
“Armando.”
He chuckles. “You want to come again, mi cielito?
“Yes, sir, please.” I gasp as his fingers thrust inside me, his rock-hard erection pressing against my ass.
“Then say you will stay with me.” Two fingers stroke the length of my slit, caressing my clit between them, driving me to the edge. He stops. “Say it.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Dios mío, mujer, deja de pelear con migo.” He rubs my over-sensitive nub, then stops. “Say it.”
“Yes… sir… I will… stay with you.”
I’m breathless as he plunges inside me and fingers me to another earth-shattering orgasm as I convulse in his arms.
“Good girl.” He brings his hand to his mouth and licks my juices from his skin like he’s enjoying sweet honey, savoring every drop. He smiles triumphantly, his hooded and smoldering eyes consuming me to ash on the spot. He slaps my ass once more before he pulls my panties, stockings, and short shorts back up over my hips. I draw my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle a groan as he tucks his thick cock away and rights his pants. Of course, he goes commando. The man is a living, breathing sex god.
I straighten my clothes, then clutch Karina’s bag to my chest. “Are you sure?” I force myself to think about the problem and not Armando’s full lips, which are still glistening with my cunt juices. “I don’t want to be a burden.” At least, that’s what I tell him. The truth is, I don’t want to get too attached, and I can tell that’s exactly what’s going to happen if he keeps rocking my world the way he just did.
Armando narrows his gaze. “I never say something I don’t mean. You doubt my ability to keep you safe?” His brow furrows, and his lips purse.
Everything suddenly feels right again, and my usual moxie returns. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, big guy.” I shoulder Karina’s bag and slide my hands up his chest. “I didn’t say I doubt you. I’m just saying my problems are not your problems. But I appreciate a place to stay for a few days.” Come to think of it, it’s actually brilliant. As long as Phil isn’t around to follow us, he shouldn’t be able to find me at Armando’s place. One thing is certain—I’m going to enjoy feeling protected while it lasts. It’ll be nice to have one less worry for the moment.
I rise on my tiptoes and press a kiss to the tip of his nose before I head to the bar to finish my shift with a lump in my throat. There are times in life when you know shit has just taken a left turn and you know nothing will ever be the same again. The train carrying me just flew right off the rails. The question is, will this be for better, or worse?
Chapter 3
I’m anxious to talk to Karina. Theo retrieved her bag not long after I returned to my station at the bar, and now she’s asking for me. That’s a good sign. My heart settles slightly.
Armando leads me to her room in the dungeon. I knock and clasp my hands in front of me to contain my anxiety. Theo