💮͓̽His Mistress💮

A Quickie On The Beach.

💎 Angel💎

I didn't feel like wearing a bikini, so I settled on a pair of grey booty shorts and a white bralette that hugged all the right places.

"Let's go, Raul," I called as I stepped out of the closet.

He looked up, slipping his phone into his pocket, his eyes already darkened with lust.

His gaze swept over me like a flame, and my skin prickled under his stare.

In two strides, he closed the distance. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me into a rough kiss, his mouth hot and hungry on mine.

"Looking this sexy should be a sin, Tesoro," he murmured, nibbling my earlobe, his fingers slipping beneath my shorts.

"Raul—" I gasped, but he cut me off.

"Just a quickie, caramella," he growled, sliding two fingers inside me. My moan melted into his neck as my hips instinctively moved with him.

I gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt when he curled his fingers just right, stoking the fire in my core.

I was teetering on the edge when he pulled out, leaving me aching.

"What the—"

"Don't even think about giving me an attitude, caramella," he warned, voice low and wicked.

"One wrong move and I'll cancel our plans and punish you so hard, you'll be begging me for mercy."

I bit my lip, staying silent as he intertwined his fingers with mine, leading me downstairs where the others waited.

The second Nikki saw me, her eyes lit up and she wriggled out of Mia's arms, running toward me with all the joy in the world.

I scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her soft cheek, making her giggle.

"Hermano!" a new voice rang out, feminine and loud.

Before I could turn, a redhead launched herself at Raul, tackling him into a hug. He barely flinched from the impact—his arms wrapped around her instinctively, a smile already tugging at his lips.

She pulled back, and I took in her flawless face—piercing blue eyes, smooth, light skin, and a smile that screamed trouble.

"I missed you so much, hermano. But I'm still mad at you—you missed my birthday! And I bet you'll miss my graduation too," she pouted dramatically.

Raul sighed. "I'm sorry about your birthday, Jay, but I will be at your graduation. I promise."

She huffed, unconvinced. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

His features softened as he brushed a hand through her hair. "I'll be there for your graduation and your eighteenth birthday, piccolo. Promise."

Her eyes turned glossy, and she held up her pinky with a hopeful grin.

"Promise?"

I snickered at Raul's confused look.

"You're supposed to lock pinkies, Raul," I teased, shaking my head as Nikki played with my hair clips.

Joanna's gaze flicked to me, curiosity sparking.

"Who's this? A business partner? You don't usually hang with women."

Raul rolled his eyes. "And how'd I get married, then?"

"Pfft," she scoffed. "Everyone knows you and that Blondie barely talk. What, no foreplay? Boring, hermano."