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“Fuck, precioso, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You look so fucking good when you come undone for me.”

All I can do is pant. I feel like a high school kid again, coming in my pants. But holy fuck, what Raf just did to me was indescribable. No one has ever teased me like that before. No one has ever taken the time to play with my body for my benefit, not just for them to get off.

I pull at my wrists and Raf lets me go, looking down at me with the same intense expression as before.

When I breathing is under control I ask, “Can I?” motioning to the straining erection in his slacks.

He gives me a small, lopsided smile, and nods. I scramble up, not even worried about the uncomfortable wet spot on my pants. That doesn’t matter when I finally get to touch Raf’s cock. My hands are clumsy as I undo his button and his zipper, getting the offending material of his pants out of my way so I can finally palm his dick.

I dreamed about what his dick would look like for days. I already felt how thick and long it was. Now I get to see if it’s as beautiful as I thought.

My hands tunnel into his underwear to free his erection and I have to clamp my mouth shut so I don’t drool everywhere. Raf’s dick is beautiful. Tan and cut, a thick vein running up the underside, leading to?—

“You’re pierced,” I say in surprise, not quite expecting that. I can see him with tattoos, but a dick piercing was not on my bingo card for Raf. It’s a frenum piercing, the barbell right under the head of his dick. God, I know it’ll feel good inside me.

He hums, pushing into my hand. “Imagine how it’ll feel when it’s dragging against your walls.”

Holy fuck. My dick chubs up—from the feel of him and his words.

Spitting in my hand, I wrap it around him and jerk him slowly. “Shit,” Raf groans, staring down at my hand as I move it up and down on his shaft. “Faster, precioso. I need to come. Need to come on you and mark you some more.”

Whimpering, I speed up my hand, jerking him quickly. I run my thumb over his piercing, loving his sharp inhale when I touch that area. I look up at him to find him staring down at me, his whiskey-colored eyes boring into me. I maintain eye contact, tugging on his cock to get him off.

“I’m close, baby. Kiss me.”

I go to him willingly, surrendering to his bruising kiss without hesitation. Raf’s hand grips the back of my neck as he brutalizes my mouth with his tongue and teeth, claiming me with his aggression and power.

After a few moments, Raf grunts in my mouth and he comes, soaking my fist with his climax. He keeps kissing me as his cock kicks off, his spunk dripping down my fingers.

He sags against me when he finishes coming and I let go of his cock, his kisses growing softer as we sit there, exploring each other’s mouths. My hand goes up his side and I feel that terrible scar again.

Raf snatches his lips from mine and grabs my hand simultaneously. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, dragging my hand from his. Taking a chance, I ask, “What happened?’

His gaze shutters and a hard glint eases into his eyes. Fuck, what did I do?

He grabs his shirt from the floor and wipes my hand roughly, then wipes his dick before he tucks himself away and marches into his room without a backward glance. Leaving me cold and lonely on the couch.

Leaning back against the cushions, I stare at the ceiling,not paying attention to the wetness in my pants. We had a good thing going and I fucked it up by being nosy.

I’ll fix it. Tomorrow, I’ll apologize again and hope he forgives me. Because I really enjoyed tonight. And I want it to happen again.

Not just him making me come in my pants by dry humping me into the couch. All of it. Him sitting in the living room while I cooked, watching him hold and feed Little Raf. His uncertainty when he was putting him down for bed and our conversation before we touched each other.

I enjoyed it. Hopefully, he’ll forgive me so we can have a repeat.

CHAPTER 11

OMARI

The next day,Big Raf is gone before Little Raf and I wake up. I sigh when I find his room empty and his motorcycle helmet gone. He’s usually gone before we’re up, but I thought we made a bit of a breakthrough with him and Little Raf last night. I hate to think that my nosy-ass question is the reason he’ll retreat into his shell and stay away from his nephew.

I’ve had Big Raf’s number since I started working for him, but since he told me to only contact him in the event of an emergency, I haven’t used it. It’s not an emergency right now, but I can’t help the nagging feeling that something is wrong. Figure I can ask him, just to be sure he’s not going to go back to ignoring Little Raf. I shoot him a quick text.

Me: Hey.Are you busy?

He answers about ten minutes later when I’m getting Little Raf dressed so we can hang out with Hazel and the twins. My heart rate kicks up for some reason. Why am I so nervous?

Raf: Not at the moment. Is Little Raf okay?