Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(72)
“I love string bikinis,” he murmured, plucking at one of the ties hanging over her shoulder.
“Joaquin …” The need on her pretty face belied the warning in her voice.
“No one will see. Let me, please?”
After a brief hesitation, she helped him out by untying the string at her back as well. Reverently, he peeled away the skimpy top and bared her. She was so beautiful, he couldn’t resist cupping one globe in his palm, brushing his thumb over the pert nipple. She moaned, and the sound went straight to his stiffening cock.
He lavished attention on her breasts, bending to suck and nibble each of the taut nubs, loving her little gasps of pleasure. She threaded her fingers in his hair as he sucked, encouraging him to take more. He didn’t plan to disappoint.
Rising briefly, he shucked his swimsuit. Freed, his hard shaft bounced against his belly as he knelt between her legs and undid the ties at her hips. Then he cast away the bikini bottom and drank in the sight of her, his hunger spiking. She spread her legs, and he skimmed her mound, moving lower.
Gently he rubbed her sex, intent on bringing her pleasure. Soon she was ready for him, tugging on his shoulder.
“I need you,” she said breathlessly. “Hurry.”
Lowering himself over her, he guided his cock to her entrance and pushed inside, giving her time to adjust. He sucked in a breath, relishing how well they fit together. She sheathed him perfectly, and the fiery sensations danced along his nerve endings. He began to move, thrusting languidly, building the heady tension between them. The blaze that was about to burn out of control.
She clung to him, palms pressing into his back. There was nowhere else he’d rather be than wrapped around her, showing her exactly how much he worshipped her. All too soon, the waves began to break over them. His climax roared over him, and he came with a hoarse shout, emptying his balls. She shuddered underneath him, her cry sweet music to his ears.
They came down together gradually, and he gave her a deep kiss that she returned wholeheartedly. Then he shifted to her side, held her close as long as he could. Neither of them spoke for the longest time, but eventually he had to interrupt their peaceful idyll.
“We have to get ready for the party or we’re going to be late,” he said with regret.
“I know,” she said softly, cupping his face and placing a kiss on his lips. “I wish we could just stay right here, snuggled together for the rest of the afternoon.”
“Me too.” He smiled. “Later, by moonlight? You and me?”
“It’s a plan.”
Upstairs, they took a shower together that ended up being a tad longer than they’d intended. Even though they’d just made love, he couldn’t resist soaping every inch of her slick skin and peppering her with kisses that made her shiver. To hell with being late.
Afterward, they got dressed. Anna put on her new outfit, and Joaquin whistled. “Jesus, you’re going to blow all the other ladies away. No woman there is going to look nearly as stunning as you.”
She flushed in pleasure. “Thanks. But you’re the one who’s going to be fending people off. I think I’m going to have to smack down a bitch or two.” She gestured to his dark pants and short-sleeved button-up blue shirt made of some sort of silky material she liked.
He laughed and swept a hand through his hair. “No worries there. I only have eyes for you, baby.”
Rio met them downstairs, dressed in designer jeans and a trendy-looking T-shirt that looked like a four-year-old had been turned loose on it with a pair of scissors. Anna gushed that he looked hot, and Joaquin rolled his eyes.
“You could’ve picked a shirt that hasn’t already been used for a dirt rag.”
“Fuck you, man,” Rio said cheerfully. “At least I dress my age instead of like I’m sixty or some shit.”
Shaking his head, he pushed his brother toward the limo. They climbed inside and settled in for the ride, talking companionably until they arrived thirty minutes later. The casino was in full swing as they got out, and Joaquin was pleased. Business was good, and it was all legal. His father had told them all their lives that the system was rigged and that playing by the rules was only for losers and dupes, the weak and the stupid. Breaking the law was practically the equivalent of being a man. But he’d proven he could have money and power without being crooked. Tonight, he hoped to convince some of his associates of that.
Not all of them were criminals. Some were even working to help his cause. It was a slow process.
Inside, he led them to the ballroom. As always, the place was dazzling. Tonight, he’d gone for a more laid-back atmosphere, hiring a talented local rock band to provide the music. They’d start a bit later, to get things really going.
“Would you like something from the bar?” he asked Anna.
“Rum and coke?”
“Rio?”
“Beer, bro.”
“You got it. Be right back.”
Leaving them at a table near the stage, he walked to the bar and ordered their drinks. Once he returned to the table with them, they relaxed until guests started to pour in, each one greeting Joaquin and his brother. Many expressed their sympathies for Manny’s bust, and many more wanted an introduction to Anna.
As he mingled with his guests, he noted with satisfaction that talk was surprisingly in his favor. He’d tossed around new project and development ideas, and most were receptive to taking the discussions further. If he could believe their sincerity, most of them had come around; maybe not to the point that they would also reform, but at least to where they understood he wasn’t abandoning doing profitable business with them—he’d just concentrate on the legal kind.