Let Me Tease You: Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Let Me Love You Book 5)(5)

For the first time all night, that gorgeous smile slipped a little, but only for a second. “I’m so glad you made it out tonight, Rona.” Then, turning to me, “And Miguel, you have to promise you’ll come back and see me sometime. I hope you have a wonderful birthday.”

“Oh, I’ll definitely be back,” I said, not even caring that Rona snickered a little at my reply. “It was great to meet you, too, Bianca.”

Just saying her name sent a jolt straight through my body — and straight to my cock. God, this woman was addictive.

And I definitely wanted more.





Bianca





It was always a little disconcerting to step into my quiet apartment after a long night of burlesque dancing. The difference was so stark that it always left my ears ringing as my body adjusted to the low lights and complete silence that enveloped me as soon as I stepped through the door.

I immediately went into my nightly routine, stepping out of my impossibly high stilettos and shedding the constricting corset and stockings in favor of an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy slippers. I stood in the bathroom and watched as my real face became visible in the mirror, my hands moving of their own accord to strip the thick, heavy stage makeup.

Even though I was still objectively young — nobody really qualified as old in their early twenties, no matter how many times I’d been told I had an old soul — I could tell the long nights were beginning to take their toll. How much longer until the bags under my eyes refused to disappear after just a few hours of sleep? How many more years until I had to try even harder to cover up the fine lines that were sure to show up around my eyes, across my forehead, and at the corners of my mouth?

I was fortunate that my Cuban heritage had blessed me with a gorgeous complexion, but my mother never got tired of warning me that it wouldn’t last, that I should treasure it and make the best of it while I could. If she knew how many nights of the week I was up until sunrise chasing my dreams, she would have a fit. And the more I did it, the more I realized she might be right. Or at least a little right.

More and more, I was starting to value the few hours I could steal for myself — the quiet, private time when I didn’t have to be anywhere or see anyone. The realization that I could actually have some time like that, without apologizing for it or lying to get it, was one of the things I’d discovered and come to cherish since breaking up with Desmond.

Discovering how nice it was to have some of that personal time — that downtime — had instantly made it one of the things that would be non-negotiable when and if I decided to get involved with someone else. Which — if I stuck to that vow — made it sort of impossible for me to get involved with someone as self-centered as Desmond ever again.

Someone like Miguel, on the other hand…

I scrubbed the washcloth over my face, closing my eyes and trying to imagine how the rough stubble on his face might feel against my skin.

My eyes snapped open. I didn’t even know why my mind had wandered there, aside from the fact that the few minutes I’d spent with Miguel earlier in the night had been very… nice. He was a little quirky, and seemed to be painfully shy, but there had been something else, something underneath the fidgeting and blushing that had been undeniably attractive.

He certainly hadn’t been anything like the cocky, aggressive, in-your-face athletes I’d always found myself falling for… but that was sort of the point. Far from being someone who seemed to be obsessed with what other people thought of him, or needed round-the-clock approval and ego-stroking, Miguel’s average height and build, his suit — nice and tailored, but not flashy or fussy — and everything about the way he carried himself suggested a man who was stable and confident enough to let his woman shine, perfectly happy to let her shine.

It was so far from guys like Desmond — or Luis, or the countless other guys just like them in Miami — that it was difficult for me to even imagine what it would be like to actually spend time with a guy like that. Up until tonight, I would’ve been hard-pressed to believe that guys like Miguel even existed at all in this city.

But he’d been there, right in front of me. I hadn’t imagined the spark that I’d felt when he’d looked at me, the way he’d made me feel like I was the only one in the room — the only one in the world — who had mattered for those few minutes. It was a feeling I could definitely get used to. A feeling I wanted more of.

And hadn’t he said it was his birthday? That meant he was a Taurus, which also meant he was the perfect match for an ambitious, outspoken, sensual Scorpio like myself.

Hypothetically, of course.

But even though I craved the kind of maturity and stability that someone like Miguel would bring to my life, when I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, his face was the only one I could imagine.

I didn’t want to try and find a guy like Miguel to date. I wanted him. But the odds of ever seeing him again, not to mention the slim chance that he’d actually be interested in dating me, were pretty slim.

What did I have to offer a guy who was comfortable in his life and career? A little bit of drama and a whole lot of uncertainty? A splash of young pussy? Aside of the pussy, he’d probably run screaming.

And I couldn’t even blame him.



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“I don’t understand.” I paused for a second and took a deep breath.