Page 80 of Dancing with the Devil

I offered to help him clean up and finally looked down at his bare chest— shifting on his lap with hesitation.

“Are you scared to touch me?” he mused and my eyes shot up.

I scoffed. “No. Of course not.”

I slowly ran the wet cloth down his chest, and his abs… stopping at the top of his shorts.Oh my God, oh my God.

I took my time admiring his beautiful body as I clean up the blood splatter and sweat. I had to push past the uneasiness of the blood. I wanted to.For him.

I couldn’t resist trailing my fingertips down the dent of each of his abs. The pulsing between my legs was back and I felt the hairs on my skin rise.

His hands slowly rubbed the sides of my bare thighs without him tearing his eyes off of me. When I finished with his chest, he took my hand and placed my palm on his abs again.

My heart rate picked up and I shifted on his lap, this time using my nails to trail over his abs. I watched his muscles flex and instantly knew he liked it.

“Stop it,” I demanded before tilting his chin upwards with my hand and he grinned. I carefully ran my thumb over a cut on his bottom lip. “Does it hurt?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the cut.

“It hurts the most,” he softly said and my lips slightly parted as he spoke.

“Uh-huh,” I slowly nodded. “I’m sure it does,” I whispered against his lips and he squeezed the sides of my thighs. I slowly leaned in, kissing his bottom lip only. I gently pulled it between my teeth before turning his head to the side. “Tell me what else hurts,” I said before kissing the crease of his neck. I left gentle kisses up to his ear. “Tell me,” I whispered and he pulled me up against his chest, leaving no space between us.

I rolled my hips against him as I trailed kisses down his jawline and his throat.

He softly groaned as I rolled my hips down harder against him. His hands slid up, underneath my dress and he squeezed my ass, lifting his hips underneath me. He guided my hips as I rolled them back and forth, feeling his erection grow beneath me.

“You’re not afraid of someone walking in,tesoro?” he asked and I lined my lips with his.

“No one interrupts their precious boss,” I replied, and he leaned in but I pull back.

I ran my nails up the nape of his neck, running my fingers through his hair. I leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his jaw and he squeezed my thighs in frustration. I couldn’t help but smile. He wanted me to kiss him.

My lips brushed and kissed every inch of his neck as his hand rode up my back. He gripped the nape of my neck and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re teasing me,” he said as I buried my face in his neck. Kissing—sucking—nibbling. I ignored him as I suck on his skin, grinding my hips harder against him. A strained groan erupted from his chest before he pulled me back. “I don’t like it.”

A beat passed as I swallowed a lump of tension down my throat. “You don’t get to leave for two days and just get what you want. That’s not how it works,” I shook my head and his eyes grew darker. There was a knock at the door so I pulled my arms off of him.

“You might want to answer that.” My heart rate increased with every second that he stayed silent as his eyes trailed over my face.

“Come in,” he roughly said and Samantha walked in.

“They’re ready for you,” she said but stopped at the sight of us. “The twins,” she clarified. He gave her a single nod but did not take his eyes off of me.

“You’re fighting each of the twins?” I asked in confusion. “How are you going to fight one after the other?”

Cesar walked in and Antonio averted my eyes. I looked over at Samantha who tried hiding a smile and Cesar who simply cleared his throat. “Okay, what’s going on?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“He’s not fighting them one after the other,princess. He’s fighting them both at the same time,” she annoyingly spat out and Antonio’s head snapped to her.

Samantha immediately clamped her mouth shut and softly apologized. “You’re joking, right?” I asked with a confused smile. “She’s joking.Right,Antonio?” I asked and he looked over at me, shaking his head. “How are you supposed to—’

“So little faith,” Samantha cut me off. “Do you know how many men Antonio has fought? You’re so clueless, aren’t you?” she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Do you want to keep your job?” Antonio asked her and she raised both hands—surrendering.No, he can’t…

“We have to go,” Samantha announced and I shook my head.

“You’re not fighting two men at the same time,” I looked between the three of them. “That’s fucking stupid.”