51. A New Beginning
a new beginning
Deirdre
T he bar may be in hell, but César raised it drastically. I admire him in a fitted suit from across the room, where he’s having a conversation with Regina, Emiliano, Emiliano’s fiancé Taina, Darius, and my dad at the bar.
Mr. Price is hanging close by, but letting Gi enjoy some time to herself. I’m sure she can appreciate that. My dad lets out a hearty laugh that I can hear faintly over the music, and it’s a rare sight.
César has really hit it off with my family, and I couldn’t be more grateful for it. Though, I got nervous when he beat my dad at a game of dominos last week, but he shrugged it off and said he was proud he could hold his own around the Klarke men.
Regina hasn’t complained about him yet, so he must be doing well as her in-house PI or I’d be hearing about it. He has managed to find more breadcrumbs than the police did on Cidro’s disappearance, which has given her some hope, and made her more pleasant than usual.
Dax Hale backed out of the bid, and it took some force, but we ended up getting the property, thanks to Regina. After some much-needed renovations, we are expected to open our new Divin location in Spicewood next summer.
I join César, who wraps his free hand around my waist, pulling me closer, and I notice Darius’s lips tick into a soft smile as he studies us. His eyes drop to me, and the look of approval he shares makes my heart squeeze in my chest.
They’re happy for me. We’re celebrating getting one step closer to my dream, and this incredible man stands beside me cheering me on. He’s embraced me as I am, and that’s all I ever wanted.
I’m distracted when Regina erupts in a boisterous laugh, and I relish in this sight. Though she has been unusually happy this evening and I should get to the bottom of that.
“You’re smiling a lot tonight. What’s up with you?” I ask with a quirked brow.
She leans in to whisper in my ear, “The Hale debt is paid.”
I clear my throat and touch her arm. “I see that we need to talk. Now.”
She gives a knowing look.
“Babe, I’m going to talk to Gi in my office. We won’t be long,” I turn to murmur to him, already stepping slightly out of his hold.
“Okay, Doe,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby,” I tell him, kissing him on the cheek, and he takes my empty tumbler from my hand to sit on the bar.
“Let me know when Vanessa Morelli gets here,” Regina says to César, her voice low and one brow lifted.
“You got it, Gi.”
We break away from the party, and she leads the way to my office, tucking her clutch bag under her arm while Mr. Price follows close behind.
Our heels clack in a rhythm against the concrete floors until we stop outside my door.
I tap in the keypad and let her into the dark room first, flipping on the light switch before closing the door behind us and her bodyguard waits outside.
She grabs a seat in front of my desk, placing her shiny clutch onto her lap, and I notice the thigh holster when she crosses her leg over the other.
Always strapped.
“So, I have got some questions. How’d you do it?” I ask, sitting in my leather office chair.
“You don’t want to know, Dee. It was a good time though. To everyone else it looks like he just fucked off and took a vacation. Angie even posted some beachside photos on his Picturegram.”
“And it’s not going to come back on us?”
“Nah. The clean-up crew scrubbed everything down and he won’t be found,” she assures in a cool tone.
“How do you know? Sorry, I’m asking so many questions.”
“Two words. Poured concrete,” she says emphasizing each word.
“Oh my God,” I gasp.
“I know. Ro taught me that one.” She snickers.
“Speaking of Ro, how are you liking César working for you?”
“He’s not bad. I’m a little disappointed that he doesn’t laugh at my jokes.”
“Are your jokes about ‘eradication?’”
“Duh.”
We’re distracted by a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I say.
The knob turns, and César enters the room with a smile. “Sorry to interrupt, but Vanessa and Nate just arrived.”
“Perfect. We’ve got a deal to discuss. I’ll find you later,” she says over her shoulder as she exits down the hall with Mr. Price in tow.
César shuts the door and leans against it with a devious grin on his face.
His hungry eyes explore me, and I crook my finger to beckon him. He obeys, picking me up and setting me on the desk.
“So, you and I haven’t had a moment to ourselves tonight.”
“I know,” I say with a pout. “We could do something about that,” I add, biting my lip.
“I’d like to show you how good you look tonight,” he whispers, tilting my chin and leaning in to entice me.
“And how are you planning to do that?” I ask against his lips.
He nips and gently tugs on my lower lip. “You think you can be quiet for me?”
Oh shit.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Stand against the window and take off your panties,” he orders in a gruff voice.
I rush over to the floor-length window, tug the lace thong down my legs, and step out of them before pressing my hands against the obscure glass. My breath condenses as I anxiously wait for his next command.
The sound of his belt buckle loosening followed by his soft footsteps approaching fill me with anticipation. He grinds his erection into my back and lifts the hem of my dress to place a hand on my pussy.
“Were you going to tell me you were this wet or wait until we got home?” he asks in my ear as his tongue trails down my neck.
“You’ve been having fun with my family. I wasn’t going to interrupt.”
“Your needs come first, Doe. Now tell me, what do you need?”
“I need you to fuck me raw against this window then we’ll go back out there like nothing ever happened.”
A dark chuckle escapes him that sends shivers down my spine. ”Raw? You sure, baby?”
“Yes, I have my IUD, and I need to feel you dripping out of me.”
A hushed “fuck” escapes his lips. “I can do that, baby,” he says as he dusts his hand over my clit. “Spread your legs and hold your dress.”
He slaps his dick against my core until I grow impatient, and he’s taking pleasure in this game. I poke my ass out, and he spreads my lips before slipping inside. The sounds of my wetness fill the room as he thrusts into me, while rubbing circles around my clit.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“You feel so fucking good, Doe. Clenching around me. You don’t want me to ever pull out of this needy pussy, do you?”
“N—no,” I breathe.
“Shit. I might not,” he utters softly, his free hand digging into my hip with a bruising hold.
I meet his thrusts, bouncing my ass into him, and he stills.
“Don’t do that, Doe,” he warns. “You’re supposed to keep quiet. You wouldn’t want anybody finding out that you like to be my little slut? So needy that you want me to fill you when anyone could just walk in.”
I stifle my moans as my pussy tightens around him, rocking back and forth on his hard dick when he grips my throat to stop me.
“Or is that what you want? To get caught? You love this dick so much you want someone to see how good I fuck you?”
Oh my God.
“Tell me, baby,” he orders, tightening his grip as he presses his face against mine.
“Yes, I wouldn’t mind anyone seeing how good you fuck me.”
“ Cono , that’s my little slut. Maybe when we’re not in your office, huh?” he asks, releasing his grip as he pulls out and thrusts back into me.
“ Dios mio , I’m going to wear you out when we get back home. Make this pussy squirt all over the fucking house. Would you like that?” he asks, with a slap to my wet pussy.
“Yes, fuck,” I whimper, “Do that again, please?”
He responds with another slap before pinching my clit, and I resist the urge to scream as he drills into me. “You’re gonna make me come,” he growls.
“César,” I pant.
“You’re going to come with me, baby?” he asks, maintaining his pace as my climax builds.
“Mmhm,” I moan and spasm around him, biting my lip so hard I draw blood.
He bites my back as he spills into me, fucking it deeper as he doesn’t relent. I take his offering as my breath fogs the glass.
Soft kisses trail up my neck to my ear. “You took me so well,” he pants, turning my head to pull me in a passionate kiss before drawing back to assess me.
“Now, clean me up,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument and I won’t argue with that.
Yes, Sir.
I drop to my knees and eagerly taste our arousal, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft as I flatten my tongue against him. My tongue twirls around his tip, and I greedily swallow every drop of us, moaning softly as he fills my mouth and maintains eye contact.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, holding his hand out to help me off the floor.
“Stay right there,” he orders, disappearing into the en suite. He returns with a warm washcloth to clean me up, and I can’t take my eyes off of him.
We’re fully clothed and ready to return to the party when a knock on the door startles us.
Regina’s voice travels through the door. “Uncle El wants to make a toast. César, get off of my cousin. Boss’s orders,” she says with a cackle, and I swear I hear a laugh come from Mr. Price, too.
We meet them in the hallway and return to the party where Regina and I are whisked away by my father. I don’t miss the knowing smirk César wears as I pretend everything is normal, when I’m dying to take him back home.
Then we’ll go back out there like nothing ever happened.
We have dirty little secrets we don’t mind keeping. Secrets kept in good taste.
Damn good taste.