That seen to, she called Carmen and arranged for another tres leches cake before treating her sister and herself to a spa day to celebrate their good fortune.
Having enjoyed a volcanic stone massage, an organic firming wrap, facial, manicure, and pedicure, they lazed about on chaises in the spa’s botanical garden and simply enjoyed their day. “We totally freaking rock,” Entity said.
“Cosign, Little Sister.”
“Thank you for your help, Abs.”
“You’re welcome, but now that you’ve got the easy-to-look-at Mr. Armada to do your bidding, what are you going to do with him?”
“Well, that depends on how he takes my next announcement.”
“Which is?”
“That he’s the new in-house attorney for BA-DOW! and also your company if you want him.”
“Damn right I want him. He’s the best. Now, pray tell, what will you do with him if he takes that badly?”
“Ignore it. He belongs to us.”
Her sister’s soft laugh made her smile. “Ah, that poor man never stood a chance.”
“None at all,” Entity agreed.
“So after he gets over that little bit of news, then what?”
“I’m going to seduce him with that damn tres leches cake.”
“Ba-dow, Little Sister.”
“Ba-dow,” she returned as she clinked her flute of sparkling juice with her sister’s.
Rafa couldn’t wait to get home and get his weekend started. It was all planned out. He had the week off and he was going to use it. Stashing his briefcase in his study, he undid his tie and made his way to his room, where he finished stripping and indulged in a long shower. Never had he so appreciated the multiple jets as much as he did in that moment. Sexually frustrated, he’d been hitting the gym twice a day—once in the morning to clear the cobwebs from a night filled with dreams of Entity, and once in the evening to calm him down enough to sleep.
He stayed in the shower until the water cooled down. Blow-drying his hair and seeing to his teeth, he pondered what he was going to watch while he ate dinner. Actually, he pondered what he’d rather eat in lieu of dinner: Entity Vivace. It didn’t take him long to go into full-blown fantasy mode. So deep into it, he thought he’d imagined the sound of her calling his name until he heard his name again.
Sighing, he wasn’t even going to bother asking how she got inside. He was simply glad she was inside because now that he had her, he was going to spend the entire weekend feasting on her. Not bothering with clothes, he strode down the carpeted stairs to where he knew she’d be sitting: his kitchen.
She was there all right, sitting in his kitchen…as pretty as she pleased…eating his damn cake. For the first time when a tres leches cake was involved, his eyes weren’t on the cake. His eyes were on the woman eating the cake. It wasn’t how she was eating the cake or that she was eating the cake; it was what she was wearing while she was eating the cake: hardly anything. While he appreciated the red lace-trimmed camisole that showed a delectable amount of midriff and a pair of red lace panties that was clinging to her curves like a pit clung to the flesh in a peach, it left him wondering one thing: how quickly could he divest the beautiful Entity Vivace from it?
“You’re naked.”
He couldn’t help but smile. Her lips may have stated the obvious, but the catch in her voice told him all he needed to know. Entity wanted him just as desperately as he wanted her.
“It is my house, speaking of which, you’re trespassing.”
“There’s no sign,” she said as she continued to savor his cake.
He didn’t even bother to respond to that nonsense. Instead he stalked closer and took her fork and helped himself to a bite of cake. As always, the cake was delicious. Unlike always, the cake couldn’t hold his interest in the presence of this woman. His woman, he quickly amended.
“Hey, that’s mine,” she protested.
He almost chuckled at the irony. Little Miss Entity didn’t like to share. Hmm. Interesting. Neither did he.
“If you want it, take it from me,” he taunted as he took another bite. Rafa knew that she’d rise to the bait, just as his cock had risen at the thought of her.
Eyes narrowing, nostrils flaring, she reached out. She didn’t go for the fork like he’d expected. Instead, she went for his hair. Pulling him down, she took the cake—from his mouth. Groaning, he let her. Damn, she felt so good. They kissed, the taste of the sweet confection vying for dominance with the taste of Entity’s own sweet flavor. The cake couldn’t hold a candle to her taste.
The need for air finally forced them apart. While he clenched his fist and threw back his head in an effort to get himself under control, she sat there looking all calm. Well, as calm as one could look when they’d just been ravished.
“Thank you for your help getting Tyler out of that contract,” she purred.
Stalking closer, he pulled her to a standing position and into his arms. He’d tolerate a lot of things from her, but that was not one of them. Wrapping up her body in his arms, he bent and whispered in her ear. “I’ll tolerate your breaking and entering; I’ll tolerate your trespassing; I’ll tolerate your cake-thieving ways. I will not, however, tolerate another man’s names upon your lips when it’s me your body wants.”
Did this motherfucker just go all alpha male on her? Yes, he did, and damn if she didn’t like it. Of course, she wouldn’t be telling him that. Rafa Armada was a lot of things, and arrogant topped that list. She would not be giving him a reason to be even more ridiculous.
“Whatever,” she said instead of breaking out into the cheer she wanted to do.
Watching the fire that lit his eyes only served to turn her on more. She couldn’t wait for Mr. Armada to teach her what happened to sexy, hot snowboarder entrepreneurs who challenged him.
“I do not believe you are familiar with me, Mí Dulce. I might dress in a suit, but beneath that suit I am all hombre. This man does not share his woman.”
“And when did I become your woman? When I ‘broke’ into your home? Or when I ‘stole’ your cake?”
“When you broke into my life and trespassed in all of my dreams,” he said as he slid his hand in the waistband of her panties and found her sex.
Her gasp pleased him so much he caught it in his mouth. Lifting her in his arms, he headed to his room, knowing the only thing he was going to be eating for the next few hours was her.
While he had five thousand square feet of house, before that moment it hadn’t seemed too much. Then again, he’d never had Entity in his arms. She wasn’t heavy. He simply needed her that badly. Every step was a testament to his strength, as the little minx didn’t play fair. She rubbed her curves against him. She ran her fingers through his hair. She nipped his ear. She caressed his chest. Finally, she did the one thing guaranteed to get to him: she touched herself. Watching a woman pleasure herself had always been a turn-on to Rafa. Watching his woman pleasure herself blew everything else out of the water.
“Entity,” he rasped.
“Rafa,” she purred in return.
“Stop it.”
“Make me,” she said as she pinched her nipples before sliding her fingers into her panties and caressing her sex.
His knees almost buckled. Only sheer will kept him placing one foot in front of the other. It felt as if he’d walked all of California, when in fact, he’d only made it a few steps. Damn this, he thought as he laid her on the staircase. Slapping her hand out of the way, he delved his fingers into her heat, groaning when her sheath closed in around him. Reaching up, he found the band that held her hair in a ponytail and pulled it from her hair. He tangled his hand through her thick hair, reveling in the texture so unlike his own but just as beautiful.
“Beautiful,” he whispered into her mouth before filling it with his promises and covering it with his lips. “Beautiful,” he whispered again as he removed her camisole, revealing her breasts. Sucking at one and then the other, he pulled his hand from her heat and licked
her sweetness from his fingers.
“So sweet,” he said as he kissed his way to her treasure. Slipping her panties from her, he spread her legs wide and bent to drink from her. Her reaction to his tongue in her pussy was one he’d treasure for eternity. As she wrapped her legs around him, her body bowed. Arching into his mouth, she released a low keen. Smiling around her clit, he flicked his tongue across her sweetness. He held her hips tighter as she thrashed from pleasure beneath him.
“Come for me, Mí Dulce. Come for me,” he demanded as he latched onto her clit and pulled.
“Ra-fa,” she whispered. “Ra-fa,” she said again. “Ra-fa!!!!!” she screamed when he licked her to orgasm.
“Sí,” he said. “It is Rafa giving you pleasure. It is Rafa touching you so intimately. It is Rafa whom your body belongs to.”
“Yes,” she said in the throes of orgasm.
Her “yes” was not enough for him. He wanted more. Dipping two fingers into her sex as he bent back down and pleasured her, he worked her pussy relentlessly. “Promise, Mí Dulce. Promise me you belong to me.”
“You, Rafa, only you.”
“Damn right,” he said as he sucked her clit into his mouth and felt her gush all over him.
He enjoyed the feel of her pleasure, but he wanted to be inside her. Later, he’d make it to his room, but there was no way in hell he was going to get there without first sampling her. Lifting her against him, he reversed their position on the stairs so that he lay against the stairs and her softness covered him.
“Put me inside you, Mí Dulce,” he ordered.
Being that she was wet from the orgasms he’d just given her, he knew she was ready for him. He, on the other hand, wasn’t ready for her. Her touch enflamed him. Her heat scalded him. The look in her eyes enslaved him. Rafa didn’t wish for many things, but right there in that moment, he wished that he was lucky enough to see that look on her face every day for the rest of their lives. Feeling her seat herself all the way, he amended that statement. Twice a day, every day for the rest of their lives.
“Don’t move,” he rasped out.
“Why?” she sassed.
“Because I’m the man and I said so.”
“You’re going to need to come up with a better reason than that, homie,” she said as she rotated her hips.
Ah, a direct challenge. He so thoroughly enjoyed those. “Well, how about this reason?” he asked as he grabbed her hips, withdrew and thrust back into her tight pussy.
“OH DAMN!” she screamed.
“That’s,” thrust. “Fucking,” thrust. “Right,” thrust. Because need was riding him hard, he accompanied his thrusts with smacks on her lush ass.
“Is it too much?” he asked.
The gleam in her eye should’ve alerted him to the fact that she had something up her sleeve. Instead of answering, she bent and licked his nipple before gently biting it. Damn, she’d just discovered that his nipples were sensitive. “Is it too much for you?” she finally asked.
“You’ll never be too much for me,” he responded as he caught a breast in his mouth and laved her nipple.
Groaning in pleasure, she smart-mouthed him. “You sure about that?”
“Quite,” he responded as he spread her wider and pounded into her harder. Whatever she was about to say was lost when he hit her spot. Rafa had watched a lot of women orgasm, but before it’d been a matter of pride. Now, he viewed it as a gift. And it was. Watching Entity orgasm was like watching his own private version of an Aurora Borealis. She was so fucking beautiful, and they were so damn perfect together.
He was never giving her up. Ever. Not able to stave off his orgasm any longer, he grabbed her hips and gave her everything. And she met him thrust for thrust. Moments later, he heard the first notes of her release. Pleased that he’d brought her such pleasure, he growled out his own.
In her twenty-eight years, Entity had been caught up in a riptide, careened halfway down the side of a mountain—on her face—that time she’d been stupid enough to try downhill mountain biking on snow, been knocked unconscious during a pillow fight with her sister, and been spanked to sleep by her momma for some bit of nonsense. Yet, none of that compared to what Rafa had just done to her. Never had she experienced a rush like the one he’d just given her…and that was only with his fingers and mouth. She couldn’t wait to feel what he did to her with the rest of his “made for maximum pleasure” body.
Feeling him lift her, she was glad that one of them had the strength to move, because she sure as shit didn’t. It was all she could do to wrap her arms around his thick neck. Despite the precariousness of him carrying her up the stairs, she didn’t worry that he’d drop her. Rafa was a whole lot of man. He could handle her. Instead of being concerned about that, she found herself smiling over the possibilities.
Feeling him lay her down on his bed, she remembered the last time she’d lain in his bed. She’d felt so good. Of course, her good feeling then was the result of his heady sangrias. This time, her good feeling was the result of his talented tongue. Rafa should serve her up orgasms every single day, she decided. From the look in his eyes and a glimpse of his cock, she didn’t think that’d be a problem.
EPILOGUE
He had his day all planned out. He was going to have Entity for a midnight snack and then breakfast. They’d grab a few hours of sleep and then make love in the shower before making their way downstairs, where he’d cook her a hearty breakfast. She was going to need her energy, and knowing what good shape she was in, he knew he’d need his too. That was the plan…right up until Entity blew it all to hell.
“Hey,” she said as she poked him in the side. “Rafa,” she said again.
“What?” he said around a yawn.
“I just want to thank you for being the on-staff attorney for both me and my sister’s businesses.”
“The hell?” he asked a moment before she silenced him with a kiss.
Ah, hell. What was the point of fighting her, especially when he didn’t want to?
“Anything else I should know?” he asked when she pulled back.
“Yes,” she said.
If he hadn’t been so distracted by her nudity, he might’ve suspected something, but it was hard to think with breasts in your face.
A moment later, he felt something cool being applied to his manhood. Before he could protest, he felt Entity’s tongue and lips. And then he couldn’t say anything at all. All he could do was shake with pleasure. He didn’t recall how long she pleasured him; he simply recalled the look of supreme satisfaction in her eyes when she finished.
“I call that the tres leches shake.”
“Can I have that every day?”
“Whatcha going to give me if I do?”
“A baby…or five.”
“You better be offering a ring with those five babies…or else.”
“What, the head-in-my-horse’s-stall thing?”
“Oh no, something worse. This head in your horse’s stall,” she said as she stroked him.
While he should have been offended that she’d just threatened his manhood, all he could do was smile. Life was never going to be boring with Entity. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE JEANIE AND JAYHA
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Table of Contents
Title page
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
EPILOGUE
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