Page 87 of Rio

His hand stills again.“Money, the usual.”

“At any cost?That’s not … that’s not good, or human, Rio.”

“You don’t know how twisted he can be.”

“I think I do now.”I lace my hand through his.

“I love my mom,” he says, lifting our entwined hands up, like he’s examining how they fit together so perfectly.“She’s suffered a lot and I just want to make things perfect for her.”

I wait with bated breath.He’s sharing something deeply personal and I want to hear more.

“She fell in love with this businessman, thinking he was her prince.She fell fast, and hard forhim.”

“Didn’t she ever want to marry him?”

“She did, but he kept coming up with excuses, and she was so smitten, she didn’t push him.It didn’t go down well with her parents, but she loved him so much.”

I snuggle against him some more, wanting to hear anything, and everything he’s willing to share about his past, and his family, and his upbringing.Anything I can get so that I can understand him better.But he doesn’t say anything more.

I intertwine my fingers in his, feel the roughness against my skin.“I thought you’d have baby soft skin.”

“I box regularly.Not just for fitness, but control and discipline.These calluses are from sparring and using the gym.”

I kiss his hand.“I think we found a great way to get fit just now.”

“Babe, I hope we can make that fitness a regular thing.”He slides lower, and we end up kissing again.In the deep recesses of my mind, I know I need to shower, and that I’ve served an injunction, and that Rio and I being in bed isn’t a smart thing.“You believe me now?”I ask him.“That there’s been a cover up?”

He groans.“Did you have to bring up work?”

“I need to know.”

He props himself up on his side.“I believe you, even though Delport Realty claims what’s happening is because of climate change.”

“So they acknowledge that there are problems?”

“Only minor ones.”

“They would,” I snarl.“I hope you dig deeper and uncover everything.”

“I need to go back to the coastline,” he says.“Didn’t see much because of the storm.”

I skate my fingers over his bare chest.This feels so right.So perfect.Lying in bed with him, talking about work.A conversation I need to let go, but can’t.

“I see you’re passionate about this, Raquel.”

His fingers skate over my thigh, causing my breath to hitch.My body knows what’s coming.Blood pools south, and I get ready for more.Seems like I can’t get enough of this man.

“Do you trust your father?”I know what Paul Knight is capable of, and I’m not even a member of that family.

“No.”

His hand slides under the covers, and between my legs again.His father is the last thing on his mind, and let Rio do what he wants.I let him explore, and touch, feel my insides flutter and go loose when his fingers slide in.When he hooks them inside me, hitting the right spot, the pleasure is so intense my back arches off the bed.He’s so masterful, that it doesn’t take long for me to fall apart before his eyes again.He watches, intently.I know it turns him on, because he starts tugging his cock.

“I love watching you come,” he murmurs, stroking his cock again.

“You planning on keeping me here all night?”

“I’m planning on never letting you go, princesa.”