Tempt Me (Tease Me Book 2) (4 page)

“Hello, Ellie,” I said, flicking my eyes to the book. “You don’t speak Spanish, but you can read it?”

Her cheeks flushed. “No,” she said, looking at the book. “I was trying to pick out certain words so I could learn though.” She shrugged and shook her head. “It’s not working very well. Especially since I need reading glasses.” She turned and put the book back on the shelf.

“You wear glasses?”
 

She shrugged one shoulder. “Not all the time. Only when I’m reading. I can make out the words; they’re just fuzzy.” She smiled. “Maybe you can teach me some Spanish?”

 
I strode through the library, stopping a foot in front of her. I put my hands on her hips. “I think that can be arranged. Private lessons, of course. And I’ll start by teaching you how to roll your R’s.”

“Mmhh,” she whispered and tipped her head to me. I leaned in and kissed her, running my fingers over her hair. She smelled like the sun and the sand with a hint of coconut. I pulled the band from the end of her braid, loosening the woven locks. I put my other hand on her ass and pulled her in.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Ellie’s arms wrapped around me, and she titled her pelvis up, against my cock.
 

“You smell good,” she told me, pressing her lips to my neck. I tipped my head back, letting her bite and suck at my skin. My dick rose in my pants, pressing into her. I ran my hands over her waist, slipping them under the hem of her dress.

“No panties again,” I whispered. “Naughty girl.”

“I don’t really have a choice,” she said. “No one has brought me undergarments. I assumed you did it on purpose.”
 

“Now that you mention it…” I felt her nipples through the dress. “I will make sure it stays that way.”

She pressed her lips to mine, hands sliding over my shoulders and onto my chest. She fingered the top button of my shirt. “I was thinking,” she said between kisses. “Maybe we could go out—together—and I could pick something out myself.” She undid another button. “Something sexy. Something you’ll want to take off me the second you see it.”

“I like the sound of that.”

She kissed me again. I opened my mouth, pulling her in before biting her bottom lip. “I was thinking about you all day,” she whispered and unbuckled my belt. “Thinking about this.” She ran her hand over my cock. “And about how good it feels when it’s inside me.”

“Have you now?” I pulled her dress up. “Do you want it now?”

“I do,” she said, squirming. “So bad.”
 

I stuck one hand under her dress, feeling the warmth radiating from her tight cunt. Then I heard my staff moving around the house. I opened my eyes, remembering we were in the library…and the door was open, not that it mattered. They knew to leave me alone.

But what the fuck? How did Ellie make me forget where I was like that? I got lost inside of her, and not just literally. I kissed the nape of her neck once more.

“Want to go shopping now,
chica
?”

“I want you more,” she panted.

“Patience,” I whispered.

“Okay,” she breathed, closing her eyes. Knowing she was horny turned me on. It was torture to me as well to make her wait, but it would be worth it later. I led her upstairs where we could both change. She went into the bathroom after grabbing her clothes. Assuming she would need some time to freshen up, I went into the sitting area of my room once I was changed and went over business files, getting so engrossed in details of the deal that was going down next week that I didn’t hear Ellie come in the room.

“I’m ready,” she said, startling me. I jerked up, reaching for my Glock. Then I saw her, wearing a black and purple dress and sky-high heels.

“You look beautiful,” I said and stood.

She looked down at herself and shrugged. “My boobs would look better if I had a pushup bra on, and I usually wear makeup when I go out. But thanks.”

I strode over, pulling her to me in an embrace. “You’re making me want to fuck you right now,
chica
. So believe me when I say you look beautiful. Your tits are amazing, and you don’t need makeup.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Thanks. No one’s ever told me that before.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe that.”

She shrugged again. Her modesty not only turned me on, it appealed to something else inside of me, something deeper than lust.

 
“Well, it’s true. Not that I don’t agree with you…but hearing it out loud is weird. And nice. Really fucking nice, actually.” She leaned back and ran her eyes over me. “You look good too. But I know you hear it all the time.”

I flashed a cheeky grin. “Not
all
the time.”
 

CHAPTER SIX

ELLIE

“WANT ME to try it on?” I asked Alejandro, looking over my shoulder at his handsome face. I ran my fingers over the lace ruffle at the bottom of the corset.

He put his hand on the curve of my waist and leaned in. “What about this one?” he asked, pointing at something with minimal sheer black fabric. I put the corset back on the rack and grabbed it. It turned out to be a bra…well, if you could call it that. It didn’t offer any support.

“That’s what you like?” I asked, holding it to myself. Alejandro bit his lip. Fuck, he was hot.

“I think,” he said, running his eyes over me. “You would look good in anything.” His phone rang. Alejandro turned to answer it, but I caught the frown on his face when he saw the number of the caller. He kissed my neck, then reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. His eyes flicked to the cashier. “Buy whatever you want. Surprise me.” He held up his phone, his eyes dimming. “I have to take this.”
 

“Okay,” I said, giving him a smile, then turned back to the expensive lingerie. I licked my lips, feeling the thrill of a shopping spree. I had already spent a ridiculous amount of Alejandro’s money on shoes and designer bags. My heart sped up when I ran my hands over the sleekest silk. I carefully selected sexy lingerie, including a few things with leather straps and one pair of crotchless panties. Things I never would have worn before. I picked up a few regular, comfortable bras and panties as well. I moved to the other side of the store, picking out two pairs of pajama pants with matching tank tops. My arms were full by the time I went to the counter.

“You’re lucky,” the cashier told me. Her accent was heavy, almost to the point of making her hard to understand. I flushed, suddenly embarrassed.

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled. She ran up my items, carefully folding each one and wrapping it in black tissue paper. It took forever, and I zoned out as I watched her bag up the lingerie. The cashier handed me my bags, eyes drifting past me to the door. She bit her bottom lip and eye fucked Alejandro. Jealousy flashed through me. I shook my head, surprised by it. Then I smiled.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll have fun modeling these for him.” I turned on my heel and walked out the door.

“Ready,
chica
?” Alejandro said, putting his arm around me. He took the bags from me as if they were too heavy to carry. “What did you get?”

“All sorts of naughty things,” I replied. “Things you’ll want to tear off of me the moment you see me in them.”

He slipped his hand down my side and grabbed my ass. “Fucking you in a corset, thigh highs, and heels is something I plan to do. Soon.”

My pussy tingled at the thought of that. I was enjoying the night, but suddenly I wanted to go back to the house and have dirty sex with my Latin lover. I tipped my head up, expecting to see lust burning in his dark eyes. The anxiety was hard to see, hidden behind a practiced calm facade, but I saw it.

“Is everything okay?” I asked softly.

“Yes,” he said right away. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You got a phone call and now you look stressed,” I said.

“Just business,” he snapped. Then his face softened. “Let’s not worry about that.” He sighed. “God knows I could use a break,” he blurted under his breath. He blinked and looked away. The few seconds of raw emotion shook me. I knew there was more to Alejandro than selling drugs and really good sex. And I wanted to know more about him. Something ran though me, something other than lust. I ran my eyes over Alejandro and suddenly changed my mind.
 

I wanted to go back to his house and have dirty sex with him, but I wanted to sit together and talk…to get to know him. Was that completely insane?
 

“Where to next?” I asked, looking down the street. Alejandro told me this was a tourist town and that the shops were open late to accommodate that. It was crowded, with busy chatter all around us. The night sky was alive with stars, and string lights zig-zagged across the narrow streets. The delicious smell of food hung in the air, and every once in a while a soft breeze would blow the scent of the ocean. Palm trees grew tall behind the shops, and the night was warm.

It was abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

“What else do you want,
chica
?”

“Makeup? Uh…more clothes?”

Alejandro laughed. “You don’t sound sure. You can have anything you want.”

“A puppy?” I asked, opening my eyes with fake innocence. “Oh, a pony!”

Alejandro laughed again and pulled me in. “If that’s what makes you happy. But if you want clothes, cross here,” he said, pointing with his eyes to a store across from us. I recognized the designer label and almost did a fangirl squeal. Alejandro patiently stood behind me while I shopped. Several thousand dollars later, we left.

He took me to another store where I could buy makeup, leaving me to get drinks. I felt like a kid in a candy shop as I picked out eyeshadow, getting help from the cutest gay makeup artist. I left with another bag, stepping outside the shop. I looked up and down the street but didn’t see Alejandro.

He had to be around somewhere. The street was pretty crowded. I probably looked right past him.
 

“Excuse me,” I said to a passerby, sidestepping out of the way. I backed against the storefront, running my eyes along the street again. Alejandro was nowhere to be found. An initial feeling of panic bubbled inside of me. I was alone, with no way of contacting him. I closed my eyes in a long blink, trying to force down my worst-case-scenario thoughts. Though it made no fucking sense, I was scared he left me. Like he got tired of me and just dropped me off. Who could blame him? I wasn’t fun and exciting. I was just Ellie.
 

I shook my head.
Yes, Ellie, he spent hours and a shit ton of money on you only to leave you on the street where you could run to the police and spill his secrets.
 

“Is everything all right,
chica
?” he asked.

I spun around, lips pressed together. He wasn’t holding my shopping bags anymore. Oh, he had put them in the car. I was about to question him when I noticed the margaritas in his hand.

“I’m fine,” I said automatically and reached for the drink.
 

Alejandro moved his hand back. “You don’t look fine.”

His eyes met mine. Behind his bad boy facade, behind his promises to fuck me senseless and nothing more … did he care? I shook my head, about to open my mouth and tell a lie, a lie that I was trying to convince myself was true. Then I stopped. I was done with saying what I was supposed to say.
 

“I was scared,” I admitted and felt a weight off my chest. Fuck. I had no idea it was even pushing down on me. “I came out and you were gone and my first thought was that you left me.”

Alejandro pushed his eyebrows together. “And why would I do that?”

I shook my head again. “I don’t really know. People just tend to…to, uh…forget about me. It’s like I just blend in with the crowd. Out of sight, out of mind, ya know? I’m boring and uptight and no fun, and people don’t like to be around me.” He handed me my margarita. I took a long gulp before continuing. “I have this sinking feeling that my family hasn’t even noticed I’m missing. It’s been almost a week. They should have noticed by now, right?”
 

Alejandro took a drink of his own margarita and snaked his arm around me. His fingers were warm against my skin. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about that since your disappearance is more or less my fault,” he said with a half smile. “But I’m sure they do.”

I took another drink and sighed. “I didn’t have a bad childhood or life or anything, so I feel bad complaining,” I started and took another drink. Whoever made this made it strong. “But I’ve always been the disappointment. I tried so hard but couldn’t keep up with my older brother. I regret
not
doing so much.” I took another drink and shook my head. “I was a good kid. I never did anything crazy, never partied, never stayed out late. I wasted my youth. I got caught drinking once my freshman year of college, and my dad still brings it up.” I sighed. “I don’t know where I’m going with this. Sorry for rambling.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Alejandro said slowly. “I think I know what you mean.”

“You do?” I asked, whipping my head up to look at him. His dark eyes were pushed together. He sighed, took a long drink, and then kissed me.

“You did what your family wanted you to do,” he said slowly.

“Kinda.” I snorted. “My dad hates that I’m a cop, remember?”

He took my hand in his and led me to a bench under a palm tree. We sat close to each other, and Alejandro wrapped his arm around my waist.
 

“You said you wanted to be a cop since you were a kid, right?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“But did you really?”

“Yeah,” I said with a shrug. “Of course.”

He narrowed his eyes. “It doesn’t fit you. This,” he said and ran his eyes over me, “this is who you are. You’re not the boring, uptight woman you think you are.”

I laughed again. “Have you met me?”

“I have. Intimately. A few times,” he said with a panty-melting smile. “Who you were before…I don’t think that was really you. And I don’t think you really wanted to be a cop.”

I took another drink, feeling the tequila hit me. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Suddenly, his words rang true, and I felt like I had been stripped naked in front of a crowd. My entire life had been flipped upside down. My stomach twisted.