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“There is something intoxicating about spoiling you. You never ask for anything when you could. You take the things I give you so sweetly that I want to keep giving you more.”

“Oh.”

He drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “I want your smiles, Gatinha . I want to capture all the pleasure I see when I give something to you and hoard those smiles for myself.” A smile sparkles in his gaze. “But not, I hope, like a gremlin.”

I’m not sure I’m buying this.

“And if I were to ask for a Ferrari?” I tilt my head, curious about his response.

He strokes the hair from my face. “What color?”

I blink at him, struggling to believe he means it.

“You wouldn’t buy me a Ferrari just like that?” He doesn’t respond. “Would you?”

He lifts me then, and I straddle him.

If I hadn’t already been soaking his pants, sitting in his arms like this does the job and then some. “You really meant it when you said you didn’t care about being wet, huh?”

“What is the point of money if you don’t spend it on the people you love? What a waste if you hoard it like a gremlin.” He kisses me. “I like to take care of you. My money is just an extension of that care. Is that easier to understand?”

I loop my arms around his shoulders. “It is.” And I kiss him.

He pulls away, groaning. “This isn’t why I brought you here.”

“And if I said I didn’t want a Ferrari, but I want you to make love to me. What then?”

His eyes turn hooded. “You need to rest.”

“I need you inside me,” I whisper against his lips.

His fingers spasm against my lower back, and his cock, wedged between my thighs, swells. “Our food is on its way.”

He ordered us a ridiculous amount of room service when we got to the suite. It’s more food than I will eat, but Javier insisted on taking care of all my needs.

I kiss his throat. “Then you don’t have long to give me what I want.”

I’m in his arms a second later and laughing when he throws me onto the bed and follows me down.

He’s surprisingly serious as he studies me.

“What? Did you just realize we soaked the sheets, and we have nowhere to sleep tonight?”

His lip twitches. “This suite comes with three bedrooms.”

I nod. “Of course it does. Silly me.”

“I’m happy,” he says simply. “For the first time in so long, I’m happy. Things would be better if my parents supported what I want to do and my sister was in my life more, but I’ve never been happier. That’s because of you.”

“I’m sorry they aren’t, Javier.” I kiss him. “We can be our own family. And you’ll like my dad. If something is important to you, he’ll make it important to him. Just ask him about my Beanie Baby phase when you meet him.”

He’s smiling when he kisses me.

His hard body presses down on me, and his fingers are knowing as he caresses me.

He rolls us, making quick work of stripping the sodden clothes off his body. Then he lifts me. His mouth clings to mine as he walks us somewhere.

I keep my arms and legs looped around him until my bare back kisses silky sheets. Only then do I peel my eyes open to discover he’s walked us from the master to another bedroom. “Messing up room number two?”

He strokes his fingers down my arms and lifts them, pinning my wrists to the bed over my head.

“Keep your hands up,” he orders.

“Why?” I whisper.

“We have five, maybe ten minutes before our meal arrives, and I intend to make you come twice before I feed you.”

My stomach twists. “ Twice ?”

He releases my wrists and pauses for a second, nodding in approval when I don’t move.

“Twice,” he confirms.

“And how do you intend to do that?”

He gathers a pillow from beside us and lifts my hips, tucking the pillow under the base of my spine. “Like this.”

Javier sits back on his heels, and my mouth goes dry as he tears a condom packet open and rolls it over his cock. He isn’t as thick as Caleb, but he’s long, and he’s so beautiful, I ache to have him inside me.

He grips my right ankle and nudges my legs wider apart. I get breathless as his eyes settle between my thighs. “The first time will be when you have my tongue inside you.”

The muscles in my stomach contract.

I start to lower my arms.

“Up, Gatinha .” He moves toward me. “Or I might have to punish you.”

I jump, then moan as he strums my clit as he spears his tongue into me. There’s no defense against such focused attention.

A bell dings as he pushes me into a short, sharp climax.

My toes are curling, and I’m panting as he slides up the bed, grips my wrists, and thrusts into me in one powerful glide.

He’s fucking me hard and deep when there’s a subtle knock on the door.

His lips brush the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Quiet. We don’t want him to know what I’m doing to you in this bed.”

I bite my lip as he picks up the pace.

The knock comes again as his hips slap against mine.

“Mr. Duarte?”

A soft moan slips from my mouth. His eyes burn as he gives me a look of warning.

The pillow angles my hips for him, and his cock finds a depth in me that is pushing me into a climax faster than I thought I could fall.

It’s all too much—the knock, the butler just outside, and the need to be quiet in case he hears us.

I bite my lip even harder, whimpering and bucking as my orgasm hits. I shudder again as he slides in even deeper, groaning into my ear as his cock jerks inside me.

For five seconds, neither of us moves. Then he presses a kiss to my lips and gets to his feet, covers me with a sheet, and drags a robe over himself on his way out.

I lay there. For some bizarre reason I will never understand, I keep my arms pinned over my head, listening to the soft tread of Javier’s steps on the thick carpet as he makes his way to the door.

The butler is quiet. I don’t hear him speak.

Just Javier thanking him, and the tinkling and wheeling sounds of the trolley. The snick of the door closing again.

My breathing kicks up as Javier’s steps move toward me, and he pauses at the door, eyes briefly surprised, then pleased, when he discovers I haven’t moved.

“ Gatinha ?”

“You said you’d punish me if I put my arms down,” I remind him.

His expression doesn’t change as he crosses over to me and sits on the bed beside me. He gently kisses me. “I would never punish you.” He pauses. “Unless you wanted me to.”

I don’t respond.

“ Do you want me to punish you?”

A ball of tension, anticipation, and excitement forms in my belly. “How would you do that, exactly?”

A smile stretches across his lips, and he dips his head. “Let me feed you, Gatinha . And we’ll return to this conversation. In detail.”