“Yes,” Alejandro answers flatly. “Is that a problem?”

  “No. No, sir.” He abruptly shakes his head, while the look in his eyes clearly acknowledges that he knows this is a problem.

  It’s fine.

  A quick stop at a few distribution facilities. One shared meal. And one, maybe two, nights in a tropical paradise.

  What could go wrong?

  eight

  GABRIEL

  Having already plundered my closet, dresser, and nightstand to no avail, I rummage through the junk drawers of my kitchen looking for my passport.

  I know it’s around here somewhere.

  Finally finding it underneath a small stack of takeout menus, I’m not certain if I’m relieved or not. This means I’m actually going.

  Although they run drugs across the border…I probably don’t even need a passport.

  The buzzer for the building rings through my apartment, and I quickly make my way to the intercom by my front door.

  “Hello?”

  “It’s Sofia. The car is out front.”

  “I need to grab a few more things. I can buzz you up.”

  “Sugar, I’m in stilettos. I have no desire to come to your sixth-floor walk-up.”

  “Oh…okay. Give me five minutes, and I’ll be right now.”

  She doesn’t respond, and I already can tell she’s annoyed that I’m not ready. I quickly head to my bedroom and throw whatever clean clothes I can find into my duffel bag before making my way into the bathroom. Standing at the vanity, I haphazardly grab my toiletries and throw them into the bag.

  Leaving my apartment, I traverse the stairs two at a time. I push open the main door of the building to find a quite irritated Sofia standing with arms crossed beside a blacked-out Tahoe.

  “Get in,” she huffs, and I promptly follow her request. I’m sliding across the rear seat when she climbs in behind me and shuts the door.

  “I’m sorry I took so long. I couldn’t find my passp⁠—”

  She raises a hand to silence me, and I immediately obey. “Rule five. You are always ready to go. That means you always have a go bag.”

  “A what bag?”

  I swear I hear the driver chuckle at the question.

  Great. Everyone knows I’m a newb.

  “A go bag,” she exhales. “Two to three days of clothes, necessities, and your passport packed and ready to go. So, when things like this come up, you’re ready at a moment’s notice.”

  “Understood.”

  I want to bring up our conversation from earlier, clear the air a little. Let her know it isn’t going to be an issue for me. But I’d rather do it without the company of a driver listening to me bumble through every word.

  On the plane.

  When we’re alone.

  Any plans I had of talking to Sofia on the plane were thwarted by the five-hour conference call she had with Alejandro and Andres. I wasn’t privy to the details, but I know who was on the other line from what I was able to hear.

  Based on the current argument she’s having with the poor girl at hotel registration, there is zero chance it is a conversation I will have with her this evening. She swipes the key cards off the counter and storms toward me, her eyes full of ire.

  “Fucking incompetence.” She shoves a key card into my chest. “They fucked up our reservation and we’re sharing a room.”

  We’re what?

  It’s fine.

  It’s nearly one in the morning.

  Both of us are exhausted and clearly going straight to sleep.

  Carrying her suitcase, I follow behind her to our room. She swipes the card in the door and lets out a very loud sigh when she sees the room.

  My eyes span around the tiny room. There is nothing but a king-sized bed, a desk-table combo, and a dresser.

  “I’ll sleep on the floor.” The words fall from my mouth.

  “Don’t be fucking silly. We’re adults. We can share a bed. I just might need to borrow a shirt.”

  “A shirt?”

  “I sleep nude, sugar. I didn’t exactly pack pajamas.”

  My cock twitches at her words and begins to harden when I can’t quite shake the thought of her sprawled out naked beside me in the bed. Shifting where I stand, I attempt to reposition my rapidly hardening cock.

  “Yeah, I’m sure I have an extra T-shirt.” I begin rummaging through my bag. My attention is more focused on the fact that she’s digging in her suitcase for clothes she doesn’t have. Finding a shirt, I pull it from my bag and turn to hand it to her. My eyes fall on her hands and mouth gapes when I realize she’s standing before me with a vibrator in her hand.

  “I sleep better when I come.” Her tone is nonchalant as she takes the T-shirt from my hand. “I’ll be out in five minutes…maybe ten.”

  She retreats to the bathroom and closes the door. The distinct sound of the shower fills the small hotel room, yet it does nothing to hide the other sounds coming from the beyond the door as I strip from my clothes and climb into the bed.

  My cock tents the sheets as I listen to her faint whimpers and cries. They crescendo, and a moment later, the shower turns off and Sofia walks from the bathroom. Pausing to stow her vibrator back in her suitcase, she climbs onto the other side of the bed and lays with her back to me.

  “You might want to get some sleep, sugar. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

  How the fuck am I supposed to sleep now?

  nine

  SOPHIA

  An arm draping over me wakes me from my sleep. Before I have a moment to remove Gabriel’s hand, he firmly cups my breast and drags me across the mattress until I am firmly tucked against him. My petite body is the perfect fit to be cupped by his larger frame.

  He shifts slightly, and I let out a quiet gasp when I feel his cock graze against my ass.

  Little Gabriel definitely isn’t little where it counts.

  His hand squeezes my breast, kneading it gently. My now peaked nipple repeatedly grazes against his palm causing my pussy to flutter.

  “Gabriel?” I whisper. “Are you sleeping?”

  He doesn’t respond. Instead, he cups my breast tighter as his hips begin grinding his cock against me. His warm breath blows over the back of my neck as he groggily whispers, “You smell so fucking good. I just want to breathe you in when I’m inside…”

  His words trail off, but he continues to grind against me in his sleep. I’m only used to utilizing my constraint when I’m in control. I have no control at this moment, and it’s taking everything I have not to wrap my hand around the thick length grinding against me. Even more not to slide my fingers between my thighs to alleviate this growing ache he’s causing.

  “Tell me I’m your good boy,” he groans as his hand travels down my body. He doesn’t stop until he’s the one pressing between my thighs. His fingers rest against my arousal-soaked panties as he cups my needy cunt and groans my name.

  Fuck.

  It’s not just a wet dream.

  It’s a wet fucking dream about me.

  While his hands are on my body and practically pressing inside of me.

  “Gabriel.” I lightly call his name trying to rouse him to no avail. I grip his wrist to pull him from between my thighs and feel him startle behind me.

  “Shit! Fuck! Sofia!” He scrambles backward, rolls over, and attempts to hide his monstrous hard-on. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

  “It’s nature, sugar.” I attempt to console him, “Nothing to be sorry about.”

  “Trust me, I’m sorry. And so fucking embarrassed.”

  “It’s not every day I wake up to a hot twenty-something grinding against my ass.”

  Only because I don’t usually let them spend the night.

  “And trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. If I had a cock like that, I’d be grinding it against your ass while you slept.”

  “Not helping, Sofia,” he groans as he adjusts himself.

  “Which part? Complimenting your cock or the thought of me grinding against you.”

  “Fuck!” he breathlessly exclaims. “Please just stop talking.”

  “Do us both a favor and finish.”

  “What?”

  “Rub one out. Get it out of your system.”

  “Sofia!” The embarrassment in his tone so prominent, I know the shade of his cheeks without turning on the lights.

  “If you don’t come, you’re going to be a frustrated ass all day.”

  “I can’t jack off with you laying there listening to me!” he exclaims.

  “You can. Or you could go finish in the bathroom. Either way, I’m going back to sleep.”

  I’m so not going back to sleep.

  Gripping my pillow, I slide back to my side of the bed and shift my weight until I’m comfortable. Finally finding the right position, I close my eyes in hopes of getting a few more hours of sleep.

  A repeated shake of the bed jostles me, and my eyes dart open in surprise. Soft, staccato breaths continuously come from the other side of the bed and the mattress continues to lightly shake as Gabriel strokes himself toward the release he needs.

  Holy fuck is it ever hot?

  Now needing a release of my own, I slide my hand between my thighs. I cup my wet, aching cunt and firmly press my palm against my throbbing clit. The pressure is the only relief I plan to give myself while lying in bed beside him.

  His breaths shorten further as Gabriel increases the pumping of his fist. The mattress shifts beneath him as his hips begin taking over the work of his hand. He lets out a groan as he comes.

  “That’s a good boy,” I smile into my pillow. “Now, get some sleep.”

  ten

  GABRIEL

  Sofia is already in the shower when I wake up, and I’m eternally grateful that she isn’t present when I realize that my boxer briefs are stiff with cum. And subsequently that my groggy wank session wasn’t a dream.

  At least I don’t think it was a dream.

  “Morning, sugar.” Sofia steps from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, her hair in a tousled bun atop her head. She walks straight for her suitcase, and I half expect her to grab her vibrator and return to the bathroom. She bends slightly to dig through her bag, causing the towel to lift to just below the crease of her ass. While I know I should look away, my eyes are glued to her in juvenile hopes that it’ll shift just a bit higher to grant me a more scandalous view. “Go shower. I’ll get dressed out here.”

  Without a word, I climb from the bed and retreat to the confines of the bathroom. Looking at my cum-stained boxers, I’m quite certain I will be resigning from this internship the moment we get back to New York. I’ll just spend the next day or two wishing I were dead; that is, if I don’t actually die of embarrassment.

  I’m mid-wash when I hear Sofia rap on the bathroom door. “I’m not coming in,” she shouts before cracking the door. “Just wanted to let you know that I’m heading downstairs for coffee. Take all the time you need. Our driver won’t be here for another thirty minutes.”

  “I’ll be down in ten.”

  The door clicks, and I hurriedly finish up my shower so that I can dress and join her downstairs for coffee. I had the audacity to come in our shared bed last night, the least I could do it be on time for things.

  Walking through the hotel lobby, I spot Sophia and suddenly feel grossly underdressed. She is wearing a well-fitted, crème pantsuit. The blazer is low cut and doing a remarkable job at showcasing her black lace covered cleavage. I am about to head back upstairs when she spots me and waves me over.

  “I was about to run back upstairs to change,” I blurt the words the moment I get to the table.

  “You’re perfect.” The corners of her mouth tick upward as she slides a cup of coffee in my direction. “No need to change.”

  “Thank you,” I lift my cup to take a sip of my coffee.

  I feel awkward as fuck, but Sofia seems completely unfazed by the series of events that happened last night. If she’s not going to bring it up, I’m just going to push it to the back of my mind and get through the remainder of the day.

  While I try desperately not to think about the fact that I’ll be sharing a bed with her again this evening.

  Sofia laughs as I take another generous swig of my cantarito.

  “You’re a pretty good time once you loosen up with a drink or two,” she smirks before taking another sip of some cola cocktail I’ve never heard of before.

  “Thanks?” I respond sarcastically. “Before I lose the balls, I just want to say you were fucking incredible today.”

  Her eyebrow slightly cocked with intrigue, Sofia sips her drink, waiting for me to continue.

  “You are a bad fucking bitch.” She smirks at my description. “I don’t know how else to say it. The way you handled those men, letting them know that you’re in charge. It was fucking impressive.”

  For the first time since I met her, I swear I see a hint of blush on her cheeks.

  Apparently, compliments make her uncomfortable.

  “Ms. Guerrera?” A woman I vaguely remember from reception approaches us at the bar and interrupts our conversation. “We’ve got your room situation addressed. These are your new keys. We are in the process of moving your luggage to your respective rooms.”

  She hands us each a key card, apologizes again for the inconvenience, and quickly leaves.

  “Guess this means you get your own bed tonight.” The words leave my mouth not quite having the joking inflection I was intending.

  “Do you usually dry hump the women in your bed in the middle of the night?” Sofia ignores my statement and asks as though she is requesting that I pass her the salt, nearly causing me to spit my drink across the bar. “It’s a fair question considering you had your cock on my ass and your hand against my cunt.”

  I struggle not to spit the drink in my mouth across the counter, then try to regain my composure before answering, “I wouldn’t know.”

  “You?” Her gaze roams over my body. “You don’t have a steady flow of women through your bed?”

  “Have you met me?” I scoff. “I’m awkward as fuck. Women don’t exactly flock to that.”

  “I actually find it quite fucking endearing.” She lowers her voice before considering, “Are you telling me that although you’re a gorgeous tower of muscle you’re a virgin?”

  “No.” I’m trigger-happy with my response. “I’ve had sex. Just not much of it.”

  “What a shame.” Her tone is sincere.

  eleven

  SOFIA

  We spend two more rounds discussing Gabriel’s love life, or almost lack thereof. Two women. Four encounters.

  It’s a disservice to that massive cock.

  “I think it’s time to call it a night.” I unsteadily stand from my barstool and swipe the keycard from the counter.

  “Let me walk you. Our rooms are just down the hall from each other.” This is a nice resort, and while I would like to think shady shit doesn’t happen here, I’ve watched way too many Dateline specials to decline his request.

  I slip my arm into the crook of his elbow, and I’m not certain if it’s for balance or as an excuse to press my body against him again.

  Reaching my room, I swipe my keycard over the door, and it blinks red. Swiping it again, I am met with the same result.

  “Here.” Gabriel presses himself to my back as he slides his hand over mine. Goosebumps prickle down my spine as he takes the card from me. “Let me.”

  He swipes the card over the sensor, and it immediately blinks green. While it is unlocked, he pressed down the lever as his other hand stretches over my shoulder to hold it open. Momentarily boxed in by him, my breath hitches at thoughts of the things I would do to him beyond this door.

  Lifting my arm above my head, I reach behind me and wrap it around Gabriel’s neck. I lightly digging my nails into his flesh and pull him down to me, not stopping until his face is in the crook of my neck.

  “I need one good reason why we shouldn’t do this,” I breathlessly groan the words while holding him against me.

  “I have thousands.” His words vibrate against my neck moments before they are erased with the soft, wetness of his lips and tongue.

  Gabriel shoves open the door, continuing to kiss my neck as he shuffles us forward into the room. The moment the door clicks shut behind us, his fingers deftly work the zipper at the back of my pants. I allow him without correction, but only because I want him salivating at the sight at my lingerie clad body.

  And I get exactly what I want.

  “Fuck! You’re gorgeous,” he exhales when he pulls back long enough to allow my pants to fall to the floor at my feet. His fingers are immediately on the hem of my lacy bralette, lifting it to free my tits.

  “Eager to fuck me?” I toy as I step from my pants and cross the room. With every step, I relish in the fact that even without looking I know his eyes are affixed to my ass. Reaching the window, I turn back toward him as I sit on the windowsill.

  Pulling at the buttons of his shirt, he begins to make his way toward me. I raise my hand, indicating for him to stop. He hesitantly obeys.

  “Remove your clothes and get on your knees.”

  He stares at me as he processes my words, before repeating back to me, “On my knees?”

  “Yes, sugar. On your fucking knees.”

  Ignoring my command, he begins closing the distance between us again. In response, I part my thighs and teasingly rub my hand over my cunt. “If you want to taste me on your tongue or feel me wrapped around your cock, you’ll do as you’re told.”

  His steps slow as he watches me rub over my cunt, but my words don’t deter him.

  He’ll learn.

  Pushing myself from the windowsill, I reach him in a few strides and place my hand against his chest. Within his reach again, he slides a hand along my jaw and into my hair as he attempts to pull me in for a kiss. I allow his lips to dust against mine before teasingly pulling away. He pushes closer, only for me to pull away again.

 

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