“Si, your father…” Her voice trails off.

  He was rarely around when I was young, as he traveled frequently for work. He passed when I was still a child, and even when I pushed, she never really wanted to talk about him or how he died. I only vaguely know that it was a work-related accident.

  “We sheltered you when you were a child.” She pulls up a seat at the tiny, second-hand table that is used more for storing my mail than for eating. “Much of this is going to come as a shock to you.”

  “The suspense is killing me,” I mock, knowing that my parents are two of the most mild-mannered people I have ever met.

  “There was a slight miscommunication with Mr. Marcano when I called him. I was asking him for a legitimate internship. He thought I was asking for him to let you into his inner circle like your father.”

  “Why does everyone keep saying internship”—I air quote—“like that?”

  My world turns on end as I listen to her tell me the truth about my father, and how he worked as a runner for Mr. Marcano in the early days of building what is now his empire.

  His fucking cartel empire.

  In the span of morning coffee, I learned that my father didn’t die in a workplace mishap. Instead, he died taking a bullet to save Mr. Marcano’s life. A debt he has been repaying to my mother ever since with my private school education and college tuition.

  “You want me to spend my summer internship running drugs for the cartel?” The words blurt from my mouth.

  “No, mijo. He knows I would never want you in the line of fire. That I couldn’t handle losing both the men in life.” She grips my arm when I attempt to stand from my seat. “But if this is what he wants for you, it’s because he sees something in you. Do not squander this opportunity.”

  She left shortly after lunch, needing to catch her flight back to Mexico.

  I can’t believe she flew all the way here to unload years of lies.

  Mostly, I can’t believe that she is pushing me to take a job for a cartel boss.

  What kind of fucked up reality is this?

  Thanks in part to the guilt she left, I spend my afternoon cleaning my apartment. While my intention is to spend a few hours not thinking about everything she told me, it’s the only thing on my mind.

  Lifting my suit jacket from the pile of clothes on the floor, I fish the business card from where I left it in the breast pocket. Alejandro Marcano, CEO. As I turn it over in my hand, I keep hearing the words he spoke as I left his office.

  If you are half the man your father was.

  Even with everything I learned about him today, he has always been the type of man I wanted to be.

  A doting husband and father.

  Loyal. Confident. Strong.

  My fingers swipe across my phone, and I hit send before I have a moment to second-guess my decision.

  I talked to my mother. I’d like to take the job.

  ALEJANDRO MARCANO:

  Looking forward to watching you walk in your father’s footsteps. We’ll see you on Monday.

  five

  SOFIA

  “We never discussed having to mentor anyone when I took on this position, Alejandro,” I huff as he continues to try to convince me to take on this intern today.

  “Consider it doing me a favor,” he counters. “I will owe you one.”

  “It’s going to be a big one,” I emphasize my words with a wide gesture of my hands.

  “Good.” A victorious smile spreads across his face. “Just give him the lay of the land. Show him the ropes. All that bullshit.”

  A knock at my office door interrupts our discussion. We both turn to find Alejandro’s assistant standing in the doorway. “Ms. Guerrera? Mr. Marcano? Mr. Alvarez is here.”

  She motions for him to enter, and I think my chin hits the floor when he presses past her. He’s young. Based on the little that Alejandro has told me, I’m assuming he can’t be more than twenty-two years old.

  But he is fucking gorgeous.

  He towers over Alejandro’s assistant, and he is easily six feet tall. Nearly a foot taller than me. His frame is wide and solid, with what I can only imagine is the defined body of an athletic college kid. The type of physique that comes with an ample amount of stamina.

  I can definitely give him a lay and show him what I can do with ropes.

  Fuck, Sofia. That is not what he said.

  I don’t think you’re supposed to fuck the intern.

  Tousled dark hair falls to his face as he walks in, his large hands quickly sliding through it to push it back. Lifting his head as his hand slides through his locks, I’m suddenly met with a pair of deep, chestnut eyes. A gaze he quickly breaks, his eyes immediately darting around the room to anything but me.

  And he’s shy.

  “Gabriel.” Alejandro gestures toward me, “This is Sofia Guerrera. She’s going to be your mentor for the duration of your internship.”

  “Ms. Guerrera.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, forcing himself to make eye contact with me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “Relax, sugar. I don’t bite.” I can’t help but lean into his adorable bashfulness. Lowering my voice as I step closer to shake his hand, I whisper, “too hard.”

  “What?” His eyes are wide.

  “Call me Sofia.” I return to my normal tone as I take my time sliding my small hand from his large one, wondering if the rest of him is equally as large.

  “I have a meeting to get to over at the port,” Alejandro begins to excuse himself before addressing Gabriel. “I am certain you’ll be in good hands with Sofia.”

  If I get my way, he’ll be in more than just my hands.

  “I promise I’ll take good care of him.”

  My eyes continue to graze over Gabriel for a moment before inviting him further into my office. I take a seat on the small couch and gesture for him to join me. He hesitantly sits beside me, the tight confines of the loveseat causing his knee to brush against me. A touch he immediately pulls back from with an apology.

  I shift in my seat, causing my knee to purposely press against his, “There are a few rules that I need to ensure you follow.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I cringe at the word.

  “First, never call me ‘ma’am’ again. When we are alone, you can call me Sofia. If we are among clients or in a meeting, I expect you to address me as Ms. Guerrera.” I pause giving him a moment to acknowledge. Not continuing until he nods in agreement.

  “Second, I am in charge. If you have any qualms about a woman telling you what to do, this is not going to work out. You will do what I say when I say to do it.”

  “I grew up surrounded by women. I have no issue being told what to do.”

  “Third.” I raise three fingers into the air. “You must understand the level of confidentiality that comes with this position. People cannot actually know what it is you’re doing here.”

  He nods his head.

  “I need to hear that you understand, Gabriel.” My tone is authoritative.

  Fuck, I’ve missed having a submissive man in my life.

  He struggles to make eye contact with me as he answers, “I understand, Sofia.”

  “That’s a good boy.”

  His eyes flicker with excitement at the words, and suddenly my panties are wet.

  “We have a meeting in five minutes. Your job is to sit in the corner and be quiet. Listen and try to learn something.”

  He nods in understanding.

  “But there is no way in hell you’re going in there like this.” My fingers slide down the poorly situated tie hanging against his shirt. Dusting my hands against what I now know to be the rock-hard physique I was anticipating, I work my way to the knot of his tie and undo it.

  Looping the tie around itself, I redo it in a meticulous Four in Hand knot before tightening it against his throat. Slipping my fingers under his collar, I reposition it over the freshly tied tie.

  “If you’re going to wear a tie,” I pat my hand against his chest, “I expect you to learn how to tie it properly.”

  “Yes, Sofia.”

  Fucking hell, there go my panties.

  six

  GABRIEL

  Standing in the mirror with my laptop balanced on the bathroom sink, I watch the video for the thousandth time as I practice how to properly tie a tie.

  Normally I wouldn’t give two fucks what a boss told me to do. But when a woman that looks like Sofia tells you to learn to tie a proper tie, you fucking spend your evenings watching videos and practicing.

  Fucking crooked. Again. I’ve been trying to figure out this damn knot for nearly a week. I tear at the knot around my neck and slide the video back to the beginning.

  I will get this.

  If for nothing else than to hear her call me a good boy again.

  I can practically see her lips moving as I repeat the two words to myself. Lips I couldn’t keep my eyes off throughout the meeting in the boardroom. The only exception being when she angrily stood from her seat and planted her palms on the table before her. The movement causing her back to arch slightly as her firm, yet curvaceous, ass was pushed in my direction.

  Fuck she has an amazing ass.

  For the second time tonight, my cock is rock fucking hard from thinking about her. Only this time, I’m opting to forgo my self-imposed tie lessons to tend to it.

  Grabbing my laptop, I carry it to my bedroom and toss it on the bed before stripping out of my sweatpants. My cock is throbbing, diligently reminding me how much I need to relieve myself as I climb into the bed.

  With one hand wrapped around my shaft, I close out the how-to video I’ve been watching on repeat for the past few hours. I swipe through my saved sites and pull up my most utilized porn sites. Browsing through the videos, I immediately stop when I see a busty brunette in a business suit.

  Clicking play, I aimlessly stroke my cock as the video begins to play. My thoughts immediately distracted from the porno and brought back to Sofia bent over the boardroom table.

  Her palms slam against the mahogany table as she demandingly addresses the men sitting before her. While I should be listening to her as well, every bit of my attention is on the arch in her back and the perfectly round ass she unintentionally presses toward me.

  “Out!” she shouts, drawing my attention back to her words. And I watch as everyone quickly files from the room.

  Standing from my seat, I quickly cross the short distance between us. Approaching her from behind, she’s still bent over the table, her head hung and shaking in disbelief.

  Stepping against her, I place my hands on her shoulders before sliding them down her torso to her hips. I grip her firmly, and I tug her toward me until her ass is resting firmly against my swollen cock.

  The strokes of my fist are no longer aimless. I fuck my palm slowly, wanting to enjoy this fantasy to its fullest.

  Without speaking a word, I repeatedly gather the fabric of her pencil skirt in my hands causing it to inch slowly up her well-toned thighs. A grumble rises from my chest when I expose the lace of her stockings and the garter straps holding them in place at her mid-thigh.

  The sight only encourages me, and I slide the skirt up her thighs faster, exposing her bare ass to me. Bunching the fabric around her waist, I press her further over the table until her chest is pressed against it. Lightly kicking her left heel with my foot, she promptly spreads her legs for me. And I’m met with the sight of her bare, glistening pussy.

  Hastily unfastening my pants, I free my throbbing cock and slide it through her arousal until I’m buried to the hilt.

  Nearly spilling in my hand, I immediately release my tight grip and further slow the speed of my strokes as I wonder what the warmth of her pussy would feel like wrapped around me. Precum leaks from my tip, and I slide my hand through it to use as lube while I fuck my hand.

  My hands gripped firmly around her hips, I slide myself in and out of her. She tilts her hips and backs into each of my thrusts, encouraging me to take her both harder and deeper. A request that I am unable to deny her.

  Pulling nearly from her, I drive into her with force. The clap of my hips hitting her ass echoes throughout the boardroom. A fucking ovation of applause as I continue to fuck her hard and fast.

  With a relentlessly tight grip, my fist pumps over my cock. I vigorously stroke my length from base to tip at the same pace I imagine fucking Sofia from behind. A pace at which I know I’m not going to last much longer.

  “I love how you fuck my pussy,” she groans through my thrusts as she looks back at me over her shoulder. “Be my good boy and make me come.”

  Needing to give her what she wants, I fight desperately against the tightening of my balls as I pound into her from behind. Screams billow from her as she claws at the smooth table when she comes, and I’m done for.

  There is no stifling the grunt that comes from me as ribbons of cum shoot across my stomach. My hand still firmly wrapped around my base, I breathlessly collapse onto my pillow.

  With my chest still heaving, I reach down to the floor to grab my sweatpants as a make-shift towel. Even with how hard I just came, I’m still fucking hard. Looking over my abs as I clean the massive load of cum from my stomach, my throbbing cock stares at me as though it’s mocking me. Trying to tempt me for round two.

  One it just might get.

  Seven

  SOFIA

  While he’s barely made eye contact with me in the time that he’s been here, Gabriel practically refuses to look in my direction today. I can’t fathom where this sudden weight in the room came from.

  “I see you listened on the tie.” I try to break the tension. “It looks impeccable.”

  “Thanks.” He lifts his head from the make-shift desk we set up for him in my office. His eyes meet mine, and instantly his neck and cheeks transform to a bright shade of crimson.

  Crossing the room, I walk around his desk and lean against it next to where he was working. “I’m adding a fourth rule, Gabriel. You need to look at me when we’re talking. This bashful, diverted eyes thing is adorable and all, but I don’t enjoy feeling like I’m being ignored.”

  “I would never—” His eyes dart up to me, and he fights desperately to maintain eye contact.

  “Then you’re going to need to tell me what it is.” Pushing up onto my toes, I slide onto his desk and cross my legs. The slit in the side of my skirt inches up at the movement, exposing the lace of my nylons. His eyes meet the slit in my skirt, and he quickly shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

  “Do I make you uncomfortable?” I trail my fingers along the slit and over my bare skin.

  He swallows hard before answering, “Yes.”

  “Is that why you’re looking at me like you're afraid I’ll find out you jacked off to thoughts of me last night?”

  “How did you—” He immediately cuts off his words when he realizes that my comment was in jest. And that bright shade of red across his cheeks has returned in full force.

  “I’m flattered.” My lips part in a coy smile. “And I’ll be honest, a little turned on by the thought. But I’m your boss, Gabriel.”

  “I know. And I’m sorry I said anything. I didn’t mean⁠—”

  “What you do off the clock isn’t my business. But I suggest you go find a pretty, little thing your age to alleviate your frustration, because I’m going to need your attention when you’re in this office. If I can’t get it because you’re too embarrassed to look at me, we’re going to have a problem.”

  While I’m pushing him to find a girl his age to fuck, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in the prospect of his cock sliding into my cunt.

  It is definitely what I was thinking as I fingered myself the other night.

  Coming so hard from my own touch that I could almost consider it to be a proper orgasm.

  Almost.

  It was definitely missing a cock.

  “Understood, Sofia.” He nods his head as I slide from his desk and return to mine.

  While my eyes continue to read over the words before me, little of it is being comprehended. My thoughts are nearly entirely on Gabriel’s confession.

  He finds me attractive.

  I find him attractive.

  We’re both getting off to the idea of being fucked by the other.

  Why don’t we just fuck?

  I bet his shy, reserved self would make a wonderful submissive for me.

  Fuck, Sofia.

  Just walk away.

  A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. I’m thankful until I see the look on Alejandro’s face.

  “We have a small problem with your guys in Mexico,” he cuts straight to the point. “They are starting a power play with our guys, and they need someone to get them in line.”

  “You need me to go and tell them they need to play nice with their new friends?”

  “Exactly,” he chuckles at my response. “I know you’ve said they don’t quite see you as their new boss, but Andres and I both think they’ll take it better from your familiar face over either of us.”

  “Agreed.”

  “It’s probably best if you go right away before things have a chance to get any more out of hand.”

  “I can leave tonight.” I glance at the clock and mentally calculate how long it will take me to gather a few things from my place.

  “Good. I have Rachel making the arrangements with my pilot now. He’ll be on the tarmac in Teterboro within the hour, ready to go as soon as you arrive. She’s also taking care of hotel arrangements as we speak.”

  I am in the process of standing from my desk when Alejandro drops a caveat on me. “And take the kid. It’s a good opportunity for him to see what goes on outside the walls of this office.”

  Fucking hell…

  “Um, you want me to go to Mexico?” Gabriel’s eyes are wide. “Alone? With Sofia?”

 

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