Tempt Me (Tease Me Book 2) (5 page)

“You’re right,” I said, my voice a hollow whisper.

“I know,” he said. I could tell he was smiling. I imagined his cheeky grin, his perfectly white teeth. I blinked. I was swirling, conflicted, not sure if I should scream, laugh, or cry. Alejandro leaned in. “Ellie?”

I opened my mouth and shook my head. A chill ran down my spine, and tears stung the corners of my eyes.

“Fuck, Ellie,” he said. He set his drink down and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m not sure why you’re upset,” he confessed. “If it was anything I said…”

I blinked back the tears and quickly shook my head. “No. I needed to hear it. But now my whole life…” I let my eyes close again.
 

“
Lo siento
,” he whispered and gently brushed my hair back. I had no idea what he said, but his voice was heavy with emotion. I turned, burying my head into him.

“I thought I wanted to be a cop,” I continued. “I made it my life’s mission. But you’re right. I hate being a cop. I hate following rules. I hate being so rigid. And all I wanted the whole time was to make my father proud. I did everything he wanted me to. Worked hard, got good grades, followed in his footsteps. But it wasn’t enough. It will never be enough. And now I’m stuck in a career I hate, and it’s all for nothing.”

I exhaled, rattled by how good it felt to admit that. Alejandro didn’t speak. He just held me close, my head resting on his chest. I felt closer to him as each minute passed. He kissed the top of my head, and I felt like he was really there for me.
 

I dried my eyes, glad I hadn’t put on makeup, and forced a smile. “Takes one to know one,” I mumbled and took a drink of my margarita.

“What?” he asked.

“Takes one to know one,” I said a little clearer.

Alejandro raised an eyebrow. “Is that some American phrase I haven’t heard of?”

“Maybe.” I sighed. “I just meant maybe you feel the same.” Alejandro tensed. His eyes went dark, and for a split second I regretted saying that. My mind swirled; I was drunk. Damn. That really was a strong margarita. “Maybe you don’t want to be…be whatever you call yourself.”
 

“Nah,” he brushed off. “I always get what I want. Why wouldn’t I want to be me?”

I inhaled and smiled. That was as close to a confession from him as I was going to get tonight. I had a feeling he wouldn’t have chosen this life. There was a look he got in his eyes, a longing for something he didn’t even know, and the way he carried about business didn’t fit the profile for someone in his position. I wondered if that was his silent and subconscious way of protesting.
 

“I am curious,” he said, changing the subject, “if anyone is looking for you. It does concern me, after all.”

“Right,” I said, remembering that Alejandro’s men kidnapped me. It was weird to think about how I went from victim to…to whatever the hell I’d call myself. I wanted to be here, and I wanted to be with him. “I don’t know how to find out, though. Anything could give me away, ya know?”“You could call your voicemail,” he suggested. “I would assume your father or brother would start looking for you that way at least.”

“You’re right; they would. But, uh…how?”

“Here,” he said and leaned forward, taking his phone from his pocket. “Call and check for messages.”

I blinked. “Really?”

“
Si
,” he said then shook his head. “Yes.”
 

Looking like he was desperately trying to keep his emotions hidden, Alejandro unlocked his phone and gave it to me.
 

“You really don’t care?” I asked, taking the phone. “You’re fine letting me do this?”

Something flashed across Alejandro’s face for just a second, almost as if my words insulted him. I was his, after all. I needed permission for everything…right? Why did the question hit him like that? It was as if he forgot I was his submissive sex toy and his equal. My heart skipped a beat. Was that even possible?
 

I put the phone on speaker and punched in my number, hands starting to shake. I entered the passcode to my voicemail and took in a shaky breath, feeling like this was the moment of truth.

I had three missed calls. Three. I had been gone about a week, and I only had three voicemails. Nope. No one knew I was missing. I knew that right away. I almost hung up, but the curiosity of those calls got the best of me.
 

I stared at the screen. Alejandro held the phone closer to me. The first message was from my best friend, Misty, who had recently moved to Europe.
 

“Hey girl,” her message started. “We’re going on a trip around the country. Josh surprised me with it last minute, which is why I didn’t tell you sooner. He got some time off before he has to start his new job. I’m guessing you’re at work. I won’t be back until next Thursday. It’s so weird to think I can take a freaking train to Paris! Love you and miss you! Talk soon.”
 

Hah. Go fucking figure. The one person who would take notice of me not returning a call was on vacation. I pulled my lips around my teeth and leaned in, anxious for the next message.
 
It was an auto reminder for a dentist appointment that I had missed. My shoulders sagged. I deleted that message before it was over.

I watched the seconds tick by as the next message began to play. “Oh shit, Ellie,” my brother’s voice came from over the phone. My heart stopped beating. “I meant to call Becca. Hope you’re enjoying your vacation. Call me and let me know how you’re doing. It’s weird not seeing you everyday, little sis.”
 

Then the line went dead.

Alejandro ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He took a drink of his margarita and put his arms back around me.

“I’m sorry, Ellie,” he said softly. “I didn’t expect that. But it’s a relief to know no one is actively looking for you. I don’t want to give you up just yet.”

Did he care? Was he really a bad boy with a heart? If he was, I hit the jackpot. No, he was probably just relieved that no one was calling out the hounds and sending a search party for me. It was no trouble for him. I leaned into him, careful not to slosh my drink down his front. Tears blurred my vision. I closed my eyes and forced them back. It was better this way. They didn’t miss me, didn’t notice I was gone. I could keep living it up with my tattooed, criminal, hot lover.

I pulled away from Alejandro and finished my drink. “It’s fine,” I said and forced a smile. “At least now I don’t have to feel guilty for not missing them.”

“You’d feel guilty for not missing them?” Alejandro rose an eyebrow.

“Yeah. They’re my family. I should miss them, right?”

He smiled. “Sure, Ellie.” He stood and extended a hand to help me up.

“Honestly,” I started and took Alejandro’s hand. We walked down the street again. “It’s almost liberating. I don’t need to worry about people looking for me…yet. I still got another week or so left of my vacation. I can just worry about whoever you’re worried about.”

“I’m not worried about anyone,” he said quickly.

I tugged on his hand. “Sure. Thanks for letting me call. I didn’t think you’d want a call to my phone from yours.”

He shrugged like it was no big deal. “It’s a burner. I won’t have it tomorrow.”

“Oh,” I said and wondered if it was confusing to keep track of all the numbers. “Where do you want to go now?”

“Are you hungry?”

I took another sip. “Starving. Drinking makes me hungry.”

“So,” I asked as we sped through the city on our way back to Alejandro’s house. I had another margarita at the restaurant before heading home. I was drunk. And not just slightly drunk. I was flat out world-spinning, bouncing off the wall yet could easily nap drunk. “I was wondering.”

“Wondering?” Alejandro asked, flicking his eyes from the road to me.
 

“Yeah. Wondering. What do you do for fun?”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel, and he revved the engine. Then he flicked his eyes to me. “I have to focus on business,” he explained and reached for my hand. “I don’t have the time for fun anymore.”

I linked my fingers through his. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said. Though it was only one word, it felt like he just confessed something big, something that had been weighing him down for quite some time. Maybe I wasn’t the only one in this car who felt like my life was all work and no play.

“That’s boring. Want to make time?” I asked, watching him. The cheeky grin returned to his face, and he twisted his hand out of mine only to push his fingers under my dress. I gasped and opened my legs, throwing my head back into the seat. He ran his nails over the soft skin inside my thigh. Goosebumps broke out over my flesh. I balled the dress in my hands and pulled it up.

He teased me, flicking his fingers over my slit then back to my thigh. I opened my eyes for a second, looking at the passing road. This was dangerous, right? Fuck. That made me want it even more.
 

He found my clit, taking it between his fingers. I tensed, then found the slight pain enjoyable. He turned his wrist and stuck a finger inside me. I opened my mouth and reached down, putting my hand over his. His thumb gently circled my mound. I followed his movements with my own fingers.

He took his finger out of my pussy and grabbed my hand, guiding it to my cunt. He had me push my own finger in, then slid his in along with it. I reclined the seat, spreading my legs. Alejandro shoved his finger in me deeper, curling it up to find my g-spot. I’d never fingered myself with another person before. It was a whole new sensation, and I loved it.

He pressed his finger against my wall, and fuck, it felt good. He thrust his hand in and out of my pussy, rubbing my g-spot and stroking my clit with his thumb. The man had fucking magic fingers. I quickly felt the tendrils of desire coil inside of me, winding tighter and tighter as he fucked me with his hand.

I worked with him, moving my own finger in tempo with his, adding to the fullness, stroking myself. I felt my breasts swell and my nipples harden. My pussy was so wet, so warm. Alejandro moved his hand faster and faster. I moaned and slipped my hand out of myself, moving it up to spread open my lips and give him better access to my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled when he pressed against it. His fingers moved so fast, rubbing my clit and thrusting into my pussy at the same time. I was so fucking hot I knew there would be a wet spot on the leather seat when I got up.

I bent my leg up, resting the toe of my stiletto on the dashboard. Moving my leg opened me up even more, and Alejandro took full advantage of that, circling and rubbing his fingers against me.

“Oh, oh…I’m…so close,” I told him and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“What if I do stop,
chica
?” he asked, his voice a harsh whisper.

“No…no…oh! You can’t stop,” I panted, head rolling side to side against the seat. “Oh, I’m so close!”

“Do you want me to finish you?” He slowed his movements. My pussy ached. I needed to come. Everything inside of me was so wound up, so turned on. I needed a release. I wanted to come so fucking bad. And it would be hard, so hard the seat would be soaked, not just wet. So hard Alejandro would take his hand away and it would be dripping.

“Yes! Please, oh God, please, Alejandro!”

I put my fingers over his again. He slapped my hand away. “Tell me then,
chica
. How bad do you want this?”

“So fucking bad,” I panted. He pressed his fingers against me, flicking them up. Holy shit, that felt amazing. I was right there, hovering on the edge of orgasm. I opened my eyes to glare at Alejandro, hating him for doing this.

Seeing his dark eyes and tussled hair made me want him more. I craved for his cock to push into me, to feel his body on top of mine, to have his lips on my neck.

“Oh fuck. Pull over and fuck me!” I cried.

I saw Alejandro smile then bite his lip before I closed my eyes again. The car slowed, and Alejandro took his hands off me. I moved my own hand between my legs. My clit was too swollen and hot to not be touched. I heard Alejandro undo his belt then get out of the car.
 

He rushed over and opened my door. I was too busy stroking myself to think about undoing my seatbelt; Alejandro reached in and unbuckled me then pulled me from the car. I moaned in protest when my fingers left my pussy.

Golden light streamed from the headlights, illuminating the dark road that was carved alongside a rocky hill. Dense trees hung over, masking the moon and the stars above us. I could hear the ocean on our other side. I wobbled on my heels as Alejandro dragged me around the car. After I stumbled, he picked me up and carried me to the front of the car. He set me down, turning me around so that I was facing the car.

I bent over, putting my hands on the hood of the Porsche. I spread my legs, looking over my shoulder at Alejandro. He unzipped his pants and pulled his beautiful, big cock out.

“You think you can just stand there and get it?” he growled.

“Please, please fuck me!”
 

“Earn it, Ellie.”

I groaned but turned around, pulling up my dress and exposing my cunt. I licked my lips and ran my hands down, slowly stroking myself. Then I reached out and took his dick in my hands, pumping up and down his shaft a few times before stopping.

I looked Alejandro right in the eye and reached around, unzipping my dress. I pushed a strap off my shoulder, watching it fall. Then I pushed the other one and let the dress fall to the ground.

“Oops,” I said, pushing my shoulders up. “My dress fell off. And anyone could drive down this road and see my tits and pussy.”
 

Alejandro bit his lip and grinned. “You’re a naughty girl, Ellie. Turn around,” he ordered. I flashed him a coy batting of my eyes then turned, standing so my ass was sticking out at him.

He rushed up on me, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a hand print, grabbing my hair, and shoving me forward. I held myself up by my arms. He stepped close, pressing the wet tip of his dick against my asshole. One of his hands slowly slid down my body, stopping between my legs. I let out a gasp when he stroked my clit.