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and licking and swallowing come.

And it isn’t until his lovers take notice and scream that he looks up and our eyes meet.

All color drains from his face. The men and women lying with him run out of the room.

“Celebrating your last night?”

He swallows hard, hands covering his nakedness. “What are you doing in Colombia? I thought—”

“Patron, we found this one trying to get away.” A guard drags over the older Cortez, tossing him right beside his son. “He tried to blend in with a group overcrowding the elevator.”

“Thank you, Jonny.”

“At your service, Patron.”

He stands back, and I focus on the two on the floor. The floor is empty at this point, and the rest of the establishment is being evacuated. Codicia is the double-edged sword he thought to be a haven for his depravity, but when you serve entertainment to the criminals of this country and abroad, you must understand that the tombos who patrol the area will never come to your aid.

Delinquents see but never tell.

“Get up, gentlemen. It’s time we go for a ride.”

33

Present…

I WALK THROUGH the door of the presidential palace like I own the place. Staff members are bounding every corner, looking busy while ignoring the criminal making his way toward the backyard where I know Solimar is sitting.

She’s watering the gardenias this late in the day to avoid running into her father, spending her time in the one area of the house the asshole never ventures and which she’s found solace in.

I can smell her delicate scent the closer I am. It surrounds me and I groan—my need for her is a consuming time bomb waiting to erupt, and I won’t hold back.

Not when I’ve slept without her in my arms for days.

Not when I’ve watched from afar to keep her safe until all my ducks were in a row.

She’s right where Jonny told me she’d be, and the moment I cross into the garden, there’s a shift in me and I notice how her shoulders stiffen and head tilts back. We’re in tune with one another. Sense the other’s presence.

“My beautiful little flower,” I croon low, and she turns. Those expressive grey eyes show gratitude with a hint of anger, and I’ll take it all. The good and the bad. Her sweetness and fury. “I’ve missed you, Solimar.”

“Where have you been? I thought—”

Before her next intake of breath, I’m caging her in my arms and holding tight, filling my lungs with her scent. “I’ve been less than half a mile away and keeping watch from within these walls. Trust me when I tell you I’ve always been here.”

“Then why not come and get me?” There’s some bite to her tone, but that doesn’t stop her from nuzzling my neck and dropping a single kiss to my chin. “I’ve missed you so much. I hate it here…it’s so cold and empty.”

“And you’ll never live that way again.” I take a step back and bring both my hands up to cage her face. My lips hover over hers, skimming back and forth slowly. “I wasn’t kidding or testing the waters when I said marry me, Solimar. That was a declaration of my wants and needs. Of how I want to spend the next seventy years of my life.”

Those gorgeous grey eyes sparkle in the moonlight, but the soft smile breaking across her face steals the very air from my lungs. I’ll always remember her at this moment as the years pass us by…

Soft. Sweet. Mine.

“I want to be your wife.”

“I’m your husband.” Her skin is soft beneath my roughened fingertips—yielding—almost melting against me as I pull her in closer. Chest to chest. Lips hovering. She’s like the finest of silks; a motherfucking delicacy that’s been awaiting my arrival and only yearns to please her owner.

Because she’s given herself to me.

Every sigh. Every moan. Every inch of her has always been meant for this brute of a man.

Solimar Quintero is my prize. A reward and coveted possession.

“Please, Alejandro. I need you.” Those beautifully hooded, light grey eyes are on my cognac-colored ones, and in them, I see the same emotions reflected back at me. Hunger. Anticipation. A nearly knee-buckling yearning that makes me throb against her midsection.

“Say it, Solimar.” My voice is rough, the grip on her right thigh tightening—fingers digging in as I place one leg over my hip and then the other; I have her right where she should always be...

In my arms, her heat against my cock.

The beautiful girl pinned by my body moans