Tempt Me (Tease Me Book 2) (3 page)

I kept my lips closed around his cock. Alejandro groaned and fucked my mouth harder. I gagged again but didn’t object. My pussy was still contracting, going crazy after that orgasm. I was so wet. Alejandro rubbed his hand over me, fingers sliding in and out of my hole then back to my clit.

He pressed his hand down. “I’m going to come, Ellie,” he said, his accent heavier than usual. It was sexy as hell. “I’m going to fill your mouth.”

I sucked him hard and he shuddered, his stream hitting the back of my throat. He let out a breath and held himself there for a few seconds. Then he slowly pulled his cock from my mouth.
 

“Ellie,” he said and put his hands on my shoulders. He helped me sit up. I swallowed everything he had given me. “That was…” He trailed off and sat on the bed, pulling me to him. I wiped my mouth and turned to him. He smiled and shook his head. Then he wrapped me tightly in his arms. I could feel his heart beat, almost as fast as mine. He pressed his lips to my forehead, staying like that for a minute before getting up. “I have work to do. Someone will bring you clothes.”

He let me go, stood, and put on his pants, then strode to the door. “There is food on the dresser,” he said as he walked into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

I blinked. What the hell? That happened so fast. My head spun from the blood rush and my pussy was still quivering with bliss, still wet and warm, missing Alejandro already. I was a little sore from how hard he fingered me. I liked it. The discomfort reminded me of him.
 

I leaned back on the pillows, heart racing. I bent my knees to my chest and took a deep breath. After I recovered, I got off the bed and hurried into the bathroom to wash out my mouth and rinse my face.

I hated the taste of semen. I rarely swallowed it. But with Alejandro, it was different somehow, and I didn’t mind. I couldn’t explain it to myself. I turned on the water, giving it a few seconds to warm up. Then I cupped my hands under the faucet and took a drink, swishing the water around in my mouth before I spit it out.

After I dried my face, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess; it was still wet and flat against my scalp. I had on no makeup and I was naked, revealing the cellulite on my thighs and that stubborn fat I could never get rid of on my stomach. But I thought I looked good.

I looked happy.

CHAPTER FOUR

ELLIE
 

I SAT on Alejandro’s bed, wearing a pair of his boxers and a white t-shirt, flipping through channels. I stared at the large flat screen with glossy eyes, only half paying attention to the Mexican soap operas that were on at this hour. I was hoping to find something in English to mindlessly enjoy, but then I remembered that someone had once told me listening to Spanish sitcoms had helped them learn the language.
 

All it was doing was making me sleepy. I leaned back against the pillows I had stacked behind me, trying to follow along with the show. A beautiful woman (in full makeup) had just woken up from a coma—I think—and was confused by the men in her room. She must have amnesia. I rolled my eyes. Maybe I didn’t need to know what was being said. That trope had been used in all soap opera, right? And why did these women look fantastic after being asleep for days? I never even woke up from a nap looking that good.
 

I let the remote fall from my hands and closed my eyes, thinking of Alejandro. I craved to have him back in my mouth, to taste him, to feel him pushing himself in so deep. I loved his desperation, the way he made me feel like he needed me right then and there or he wouldn’t be able to stand it another minute.

A salty breeze blew in from the open windows. I got up, grabbing a pillow, and went onto the balcony. Like the patio downstairs, it gave a magnificent view of the ocean. I settled in a lounge chair, rolling the sleeves of the white t-shirt up so I wouldn’t get tan lines. I tipped my head to the side and drifted to sleep.

I woke about an hour later to someone clanging around in the master bedroom. I sat up with a start, heart racing. For a second, I forgot where I was. My mind desperately wanted to see the familiar clutter of my small apartment bedroom. Then my thoughts shifted to the guest room where I had stayed for a few days.

“Shit,” I muttered, running my hands over my face. As soon as I realized where I was, I longed for Alejandro. Being a champion at the worst-case-scenario game, my thoughts raced with who could be in the room.
 

What if that guy from a few days ago was back? Alejandro never said what happened to him. I assumed he was dead, but if he wasn’t…or if he was—fuck! Whoever sent him would be pissed!
 

I swung my legs over the lounge chair and sprang up, moving quietly to the open French doors. My heart was in my throat. Had someone found out about me already? No, it wasn’t possible yet. Besides, there were guards around the house. They would have stopped the bad guy or at least tried…and the gunfire would have woken me up.

The light was on in the bathroom. I slipped inside the room, taking a steadying breath. Then the scent of lemon hit me, and I heard the toilet flush.

The maid.

My hand flew to my chest, and I let out a sigh. It was just the maid. Way to be over dramatic, Ellie. I rolled my eyes at myself. Then I noticed the shopping bags on Alejandro’s bed. I strode over, practically salivating when I saw the boxes of shoes. They were—of course—designer like the clothes and were something I could never afford. I tore open the box and gasped when I saw a beautiful pair of dark purple stilettos. I sat on the floor and tried them on.

They fit perfectly. I took a few steps, testing them out. The heels were high, probably five inches. I was no stranger to heels, but I didn’t wear them this high that often. I took a few more steps, the heels softly clacking on the hardwood floor. There were two more shoeboxes: one had pink wedges and the other had flat, blue, jeweled sandals.
 

I held each pair up, marveling at their beauty and also rolling my eyes at the price tag. It was fucking stupid for footwear to cost
this
much. I could have paid my rent with the pair of wedge sandals I was holding.

I set the shoes down and opened the shopping bags. There were outfits to go with each pair of shoes. A curve hugging deep purple dress with black lace along the hem, a multi-colored short sundress, and a pair of shorts and blue tank top. I laid them out on the bed, deciding which outfit to put on.

The bathroom door shut, and I jumped, spinning around to see the maid.

“Uh, hi,” I said then quickly shook my head. “
Hola
.”

The maid raised an eyebrow but smiled. “
Hola
.” She shook her head and pushed a cart full of cleaning supplies toward the door.

“I’m Ellie,” I said, feeling compelled to introduce myself. I was sure she knew; Alejandro had to explain something about me to his staff. She smiled again and said something in Spanish. I shrugged my shoulders apologetically. I had no idea what she was saying.

She just nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. I turned back to the clothes, picked up the sundress, and carefully removed the heels. I had never been given a bra or panties. I wondered if Alejandro did that on purpose or if he had genuinely forgotten to tell whoever was doing the shopping to pick them up for me.
 

I took his shirt off, carefully folding it and putting it on the bed. Then I pulled the sundress over my head, adjusting it around my waist before I reached up and yanked the boxers down. I looked around the room, wondering where he kept his dirty laundry. I felt invasive and a little nervous when I had opened the drawers to his dresser as I looked for something to wear.

Though, if Alejandro had something to hide, he couldn’t keep it in his dresser. Things were neat and tidy and would be obvious if I rifled through his personal belongings anyway. I took the first undershirt and pair of boxers I could find then shut the drawers, not wanting to cross any boundaries and get myself in trouble.

Speaking of trouble…

I knew I should have been concerned with my old life. I should be worried what my family was thinking or if they were worried. But I wasn’t. I didn’t want to think about the old me. In my mind, she had died and was reborn, wild and free, spending her days relaxing in this luxury house. Which was what I was doing…but there was the looming threat of being involved with a drug cartel leader over my head.

And I knew that should have turned me off. It should have made me scared and made me be reasonable, rational. But it didn’t. It made Alejandro all the more tempting, appealing. He was exactly what I didn’t need. He was trouble, dangerous, threatening, exciting…all rolled into one fucking sexy as hell Latin package. No, he wasn’t what I needed. But he sure as fuck was what I wanted.
 

CHAPTER FIVE

ALEJANDRO

“THAT SHOULD be it, Mr. Calaveras.”
 

I turned around, inspecting myself in the mirror. I ran my eyes over the suit then stuck my arms out in front of me, seeing how it fit. Every suit I owned was custom.

I nodded to the tailor and took off the jacket. He took it from me, saying he’d make the adjustments right away and have the suit finished and ready to be picked up by tomorrow morning. I turned back to the mirror, adjusting the color of the dark blue button-up shirt I had on.
 

I sighed. My day was mapped out, every detail planned ahead of time. Go to the tailor’s at ten AM. Business meeting at one PM. Go to warehouse at four PM. Go over inventory. Count money. Run security checks…my days were monotonous and tended to blend together.
 

Going home and fucking Ellie…well, that wasn’t planned. Chaining her to the bed and coming back to “check on her” was done on impulse. I had mentally penciled myself in time to fuck her tonight. And I knew how fucking ridiculously uptight that was. Who the fuck schedules time to fuck?
 

I ran my hand through my hair and nodded approvingly at my reflection. I wanted a vacation. I wanted to get away and stop worrying about deals and rats and being double crossed. I wanted to lie out under the hot sun with a drink in my hand and a hot woman by my side, specifically Ellie.

That wouldn’t happen anytime soon. I was driving two hours away from here to meet with a cartel from Brazil. I wanted to take over his distribution. My plan was to offer to buy him out, and my offer was more than fair. And by fair I mean he had the chance to take the deal and walk away with no blood loss. I liked doing business that way. It didn’t always work as smoothly as I liked, but by starting with a solid, professional offer, I’d saved myself time and bloodshed on my end.
 

It was one thing that differed me greatly from my father. I didn’t shy away from threats, not at all, and I made sure they were followed through. But running this like a business made me a very rich man. I liked to think of myself as innovative. The new approach to business expanded my clientele by thirty percent already. But running things this way was, well, tiring. I delegated tasks, of course, but at the end of the day, I felt it all fell on my shoulders.
 

I stepped out of the clothing store, blinking in the bright sunlight. I went around the block, passing through a crowd of tourists. A busty redheaded woman had her attention on her cellphone. She walked right into me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said, teetering on heels. I put my hands on her shoulders to steady her. She looked up, eyes sweeping over me. Her shocked face melted, and she flashed a coy smile. “Maybe I’m not.”

“Keep your eyes up,” I said, returning her smile.
 

She bit her lip and blushed. My hands fell from her shoulders, sweeping down her arms. “Are you from around here?” she asked. “I’m looking for a restaurant,” she explained, holding up her phone and showing me she was looking at her GPS.

“I am,” I said honestly. “Where are you trying to go?”

She inhaled, sticking her breasts out. “Uh, I can’t pronounce it,” she admitted with a laugh. Damn, she was cute. But she wasn’t Ellie.

What the fuck?

I gave her directions. She was only a few blocks away. She nodded and thanked me, then asked if I wanted to walk her to the cafe. I let her down easy and hurried down the street to my Rolls Royce. I didn’t want anyone but Ellie. I slid into the backseat, flicking my eyes to the rearview mirror. The driver met my gaze and nodded, starting the engine. It was a two-hour drive to my meeting.

I leaned back, trying to relax on the way there. I should have brought Ellie. She would have kept me company…and very entertained. I rested my hand in between my legs. I looked out the window, watching the cityscape turn rural. I watched the passing ocean, longing to be on the shore with no responsibilities…nothing to worry about.

I sighed, not wanting to think about how I was more likely to die young than to make it to retirement.
 

I got out of the car and walking into the house, a smile subconsciously bringing up my lips. The negotiations had gone in my favor—of course, but it’s not like I left any other option. The long drive home left me feeling restless, and I was looking forward to taking out my frustrations on Ellie.

I found her in the library, sitting on a leather armchair under a light. Her hair was in a messy braid, and she was wearing a multicolored sundress. There was something about her that was so raw, so natural.
 

She was nothing like the women I usually entertained. Ellie didn’t try to be perfect. She didn’t act like she had no flaws. She put them out there for the world to see. There was nothing sexier on a woman than confidence. She looked up from her book when I walked in. I wondered what had changed. I had only known her a few days, but the Ellie that sat in my library, holding a book close to her scrunched up face, was nothing like the woman I had first met.

“Alejandro,” she said when she caught sight of me. She put the book down and stood.
 
She parted her lips, staring at me with wide eyes. “Hi.”