Page 44 of Entangled With You
“I know, and that’s precisely what has me on edge. When I went to alert my boss about the inconsistency, he wasn’t surprised by it. He looked almost upset when I brought it up.”
My eyes grow as big as my mouth, and my jaw hits the floor. “Shut the front door, do you think he’s possibly trying to steal?”
Mati closes those gorgeous dark brown eyes of his, as if trying to shield himself from that possibility.
“I hate to even consider that, but when I checked the amount of material we wouldn’t be getting, it was a difference of a little over $35,000 dollars.”
Holy shit, that’s not petty cash. “Yeah, babe. That’s a lot of money here in Argentina.”
After a sip of my mango juice, I say, “Yeah, bae. It’d be a lot of money back home, too. Imagine if he’s trying to do that on a monthly basis. You need to be smarter than him, and have receipts of everything so you won’t have to take the blame when all this becomes public knowledge. Because you know it will.”
Sooner or later, shit like this always comes to light. And I’d hate for Mati to have to take the fall for someone else’s shortcomings. I’d actually burn the world down before I let him take the blame for his boss as a fucking thief when I know how painstaking he is.
“Yes, mi ángel. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and there’s no way I’m going to become a thief or corrupt just to keep my job. I’ve already set up a system at work to track any changes to the budgets that were originally approved.”
A big smile forms on my face. My man is so damn sexy when he’s in control. Ugh, I love when he’s in control of me.
“As much as I love that smile on you, I know it has nothing to do with my job. What are you thinking about?” I motion for him to wait a second. I don’t drink during the season, and I am even more careful about what I eat and drink with the tournament so close to an end. But I want Mati to let loose a little and forget about all this ordeal. Reaching for the Fernet in the upper cabinet, I prepare him a Fernet con cola, and when I go back to the table, Mati is petting a needy Tinta on the couch.
“Bae, what happened?” I ask as I make my way to the living room.
“Well, our furball here decided he wanted some attention and started rubbing my leg. So I brought him back to his spot and sat down with him.” Offering him the drink, I sit down on his lap, straddling him.
“Are you sure you aren’t Argentinian? Look at you, making me a Fernet after dinner,” he teases, and I bite his ear lobe. “Oh, mi ángel wants to play. Hmm?”
I continue trailing kisses down his neck, his jaw, and his cheek until I get to his lips.
“I want you to forget about everything but us tonight. You can catch up with Franco when they come back; you guys have been friends since you were little. And once he sees how good we are for each other, he’ll have no other option but to accept what I already know deep in my heart,” I say against his lips as I feel Mati’s magic dick hardening under me. It takes every ounce of self-control to finish this conversation before we can get to the good stuff.
“Yeah, I know I need to talk to him. I don’t think we’ve ever been estranged for this long, and it just feels wrong. You know?”
I nod at him as I play with his hair behind his neck.
“Okay, enough adulting for tonight. We won’t solve everything tonight, but at least we were able to talk about it. Now, I want to get the Magic Mati treatment.” His head drops back in laughter, his movement puts his dick closer to my pussy. All I want is to feel him so deep inside me that I have no option but to beg him to make me come.
“You’re killing me, bae,” I say, pressing down against his hardening cock.
“You’re the one who’s making me feral here,” Mati says as he gets up from the couch and throws me over his shoulder, placing a possessive hand on my ass. “I hope you’re ready, Cattleya Milena because you’re not getting any sleep tonight,” he says as he reaches for my leggings and lowers them down ever so slowly.
“Well, good thing tomorrow is my day off.”
I wake up with a delicious soreness in my pussy. True to his word, Mati edged me for hours. He gave me such a powerful release that I woke up Tinta with my screams. Poor furball.
“Good morning, beautiful. Are you ready for our special day today?” Matías says against my ear while playing with one of my nipples. This man never tires. Pushing my ass against his morning wood, it’s his turn to moan. We have a quickie before getting into the shower and— I can’t help it. I go on my knees. I love the feel of his strong thighs under my hands as I bob my head back and forth, sucking his cock to the back of my throat until I choke, and tears run down my cheeks. I might be a warrior on the pitch, but being at his mercy in bed, his huge cock choking me. Never have I felt more powerful than bringing this man to his undoing.
“Are you really not telling me where we’re going today?” I say as Mati starts driving.
“No can do, mi ángel. It’s a surprise.” I know it’s a lost cause; the only thing he told me as I was getting ready was to dress casually. Hence, my flowy dress and tennis shoes. I take charge of the music—playing the new Shakira album on repeat—as Mati drives out of the city. As beautiful as Buenos Aires is with its imposing architecture and abundance of plazas (parks), I’d always prefer to see the endless array of green vegetation of smaller towns. And it looks like that’s exactly what we’re doing.
Sunny skies, sunrays warming up my skin, fun music in the background, and Mati rubbing small circles on my wrists with his thumb while he holds my hand. This is bliss, and I never want to leave this moment. After about half an hour of driving, we arrive at a town called Tigre. Mati takes us to the marina, and I can’t get enough of the sight in front of me. There’s a huge river, with boats in all colors and sizes bobbing up and down; It’s like a canal surrounded by beautiful, lush vegetation. I’m mesmerized by the beauty of this little gem and can’t wait to find out more about this place.
“Are you ready?” Mati asks as he opens my door. Giving him my hand, I hop out of the car and give him a peck on the lips.
“Yeah, bae. I’m ready. Are we taking a boat?” I ask, hope evident in my tone.
“Yes, mi ángel. I figure this is something different from anything we’ve done together, and chances are low that we’ll find people who know us here.”
My chest deflates like a balloon, of course we’re still hiding, even though we’re in plain sight.