Loving the Homewrecker (BOOK 3)

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Adora

"I'm scared."

"Why on earth are you scared?"

I watched as Santiago opened the door to his home gym, chunking his towel on his weight bench.

"Because," I said, "you're going to make me look weak."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but-"

He cut himself off, puckering his lips out as a smile tugged at his lips.

"But what?" I asked.

He just laughed and looked down. "No-"

"But I'm a woman, and it's okay for me to look weak when I'm in the same room as a man?"

I folded my arms over my chest and cocked an eyebrow up at him.

His eyebrows went into a deep furrow, his lips parting. "Nowhere along the lines of what I was getting to."

I couldn't help but to crack a smile. "Yes it was."

"How to be a feminist 101," he sang.

He turned his back to me and I watched as he took off his shirt, his back muscles sending me into overdrive already.

"Woah," I said, "chill with the hotness, already."

I stripped off my hoodie and threw it into the distance, pulling my sports bra down.

Santiago just turned around with a grin. "Sorry I have you hot and bothered already."

I rolled my eyes and began to stretch my arms, pulling one behind my head.

"You know," he said, "I've heard, that if you have a tiny vibrator in your pants-"

I couldn't stop my appalled face, making him chuckle.

"It helps," he said.

"Polite pass," I said, "thanks for the offer, though. And who on earth did you hear that from?"

"That's for me to know, and you to not," he said, shooting me a wink.

I just looked at him.

"I think it just comes from knowing that sex is the best workout ever invented, so."

"Then why aren't we having sex?" I asked.

"Wondering the same thing," he muttered. He walked over to me and boosted me up into his arms, making me giggle and place my hands on his shoulders."

I was kidding," I said, "where would we even have sex?"

He furrowed his brows together. "Against the wall?"

"Santiago," I said, cocking my head over.

"What?" He said, "we've had sex against my windows plenty of times. Maybe you just like for people to see?"

"Stop," I said, "I don't. We've had sex against your windows, like, three times."

He just smiled and nodded. I jumped down from his arms and straightened out my leggings, watching as he walked into his room that was currently under construction.

My eyebrows shot up when he came out with chains, making his lips pull up into a grin.

"What, you nervous or something?"

"Santiago," I said, grabbing one of the chains, "why do you have chains."

"Paciencia," he whispered.

Santiago speaking Spanish to me was like music to my ears. He always made it sound as hot as it possibly could be, and he always, without a doubt, growled it.