reasons. One, the bar was no longer digging a hole through my spine, and two, it put his cock exactly where I wanted it, pressing hard against my love button. It was wild, wicked, and just what I wanted.
The doors opened, which should have stopped the very overt public display of affection, but we were too far gone, until the sound of laughter and the elevator not moving pierced through the fog that was Wes. He too moved his head infinitesimally from my mouth and took in the two bodies standing there, Anton holding the door of the elevator open and Heather holding her hand over her mouth to try and contain the escaping peals of laughter.
“ Lucita ...” Anton’s voice was laced with humor. Then he looked at Wes. “I’m guessing you’re the man in her life,” his voice as smooth as honey and just as sweet. His eyes danced with mirth and his lips pursed into a pout. “Glad you finally showed up. At least you can touch her.” His pale green eyes took in the display before him not even a little flummoxed. It was as if he saw this kind of thing every day. And knowing Anton and his penchant for women—lots and lots of women, in his bed or otherwise—I could see why this didn’t bother him a bit.
Heather waved hysterically from a foot behind Anton. Wes made an uncomfortable noise from deep in his throat that sounded like part growl, part annoyed boyfriend. I chuckled and unwound my legs from his waist, and he let me down but didn’t allow me to go far, probably because he was sporting serious wood. And by serious, I meant a massive, long, hard, cock ready to go. I pouted, missing it against me as much as I think he did right then.
Wes’s eyes narrowed at Anton as he held out a hand and we stepped off the elevator on my floor. Anton shook the outstretched hand. “So Mia didn’t mention you were coming, but I imagine after that cabron attacked her last month, you needed to see your girl. Respect man. Mad respect.” He clapped him on the back.
“Excuse me? What guy? Attacked Mia?”
Anton’s face jolted back. The shit was about to hit the fan. I tried to give hand signals, throw up flares, wave down the plane, but nothing stopped him. He gripped Wes by the shoulder. “Ah, don’t worry. Her secret is safe with me. The no-touching thing though, shit man, she’s beautiful, and a man wants to put his hands on her even in a friendly way, you know. Well”—he grinned pointing to the elevator—“you know.” He winked. “That bastardo that did it uninvited, put her in the hospital; you must have been downright loco eh?”
Wes stopped on the way to my temporary apartment. His eyes narrowed, and both hands turned into white fists. He shot a guarded glance my way. “You were attacked? A man put you in the hospital? A fucking client?” The calm way he asked was scary, downright frightening because it was laced with venom. “Mia? Answer me.”
I stood still, tears forming in my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad,” I whispered.
“Did this guy also try to touch you uninvited?” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward where Anton stood obviously misunderstanding what Anton meant to say.
My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak but something on my face registered wrong and he flipped around and had Anton by the throat against the wall. “Did you fucking touch her?!” Wes slammed his body once against the wall. Anton recovered quickly and put his hands to Wes’s forearms. I feared he’d start a brawl. He didn’t. Anton went still and allowed Wes to hold him against the wall; Wes’s arms shook with the effort. “I asked you a question,” he shouted.
“No.” A single word, his eyes directly on Wes, challenging him not to believe the truth.
I placed my hands on Wes’s back, not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to make it worse. Tears scuttled down my cheeks. “Wes, baby, Anton has been trying to help me get past what happened. Please, let him go. We’ll talk. Me and you. He didn’t hurt
The doors opened, which should have stopped the very overt public display of affection, but we were too far gone, until the sound of laughter and the elevator not moving pierced through the fog that was Wes. He too moved his head infinitesimally from my mouth and took in the two bodies standing there, Anton holding the door of the elevator open and Heather holding her hand over her mouth to try and contain the escaping peals of laughter.
“ Lucita ...” Anton’s voice was laced with humor. Then he looked at Wes. “I’m guessing you’re the man in her life,” his voice as smooth as honey and just as sweet. His eyes danced with mirth and his lips pursed into a pout. “Glad you finally showed up. At least you can touch her.” His pale green eyes took in the display before him not even a little flummoxed. It was as if he saw this kind of thing every day. And knowing Anton and his penchant for women—lots and lots of women, in his bed or otherwise—I could see why this didn’t bother him a bit.
Heather waved hysterically from a foot behind Anton. Wes made an uncomfortable noise from deep in his throat that sounded like part growl, part annoyed boyfriend. I chuckled and unwound my legs from his waist, and he let me down but didn’t allow me to go far, probably because he was sporting serious wood. And by serious, I meant a massive, long, hard, cock ready to go. I pouted, missing it against me as much as I think he did right then.
Wes’s eyes narrowed at Anton as he held out a hand and we stepped off the elevator on my floor. Anton shook the outstretched hand. “So Mia didn’t mention you were coming, but I imagine after that cabron attacked her last month, you needed to see your girl. Respect man. Mad respect.” He clapped him on the back.
“Excuse me? What guy? Attacked Mia?”
Anton’s face jolted back. The shit was about to hit the fan. I tried to give hand signals, throw up flares, wave down the plane, but nothing stopped him. He gripped Wes by the shoulder. “Ah, don’t worry. Her secret is safe with me. The no-touching thing though, shit man, she’s beautiful, and a man wants to put his hands on her even in a friendly way, you know. Well”—he grinned pointing to the elevator—“you know.” He winked. “That bastardo that did it uninvited, put her in the hospital; you must have been downright loco eh?”
Wes stopped on the way to my temporary apartment. His eyes narrowed, and both hands turned into white fists. He shot a guarded glance my way. “You were attacked? A man put you in the hospital? A fucking client?” The calm way he asked was scary, downright frightening because it was laced with venom. “Mia? Answer me.”
I stood still, tears forming in my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad,” I whispered.
“Did this guy also try to touch you uninvited?” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward where Anton stood obviously misunderstanding what Anton meant to say.
My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak but something on my face registered wrong and he flipped around and had Anton by the throat against the wall. “Did you fucking touch her?!” Wes slammed his body once against the wall. Anton recovered quickly and put his hands to Wes’s forearms. I feared he’d start a brawl. He didn’t. Anton went still and allowed Wes to hold him against the wall; Wes’s arms shook with the effort. “I asked you a question,” he shouted.
“No.” A single word, his eyes directly on Wes, challenging him not to believe the truth.
I placed my hands on Wes’s back, not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to make it worse. Tears scuttled down my cheeks. “Wes, baby, Anton has been trying to help me get past what happened. Please, let him go. We’ll talk. Me and you. He didn’t hurt
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