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9. Diana

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DIANA

O hmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…

I feel like I’ve been injected with liquid bliss. Every neuron in my body is firing. My blood sizzles as it courses hot and delicious through my veins. And not for the first time. Lazaro has already assaulted my senses, making me come two, three times… I’m losing count.

Lazaro takes me roughly, with a desperation that sets my soul on fire. He’s touching me as if he’s laying claim to me. I’ve never felt so possessed before. Never felt such pleasure. No doubt, he’s ruining me for all other men.

I moan beneath him, my body writhing against his as he thrusts into me, his own releases consuming him. Lazaro’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he moves inside me. I'm lost in the moment, in him. It feels like we're the only two people in the world, and nothing else matters.

He lets out a final grunt and collapses on me. He’s large and heavy and could likely suffocate me. But I don’t care. Feeling his weight over me, his heart hammering in his chest over mine, is better than taking a breath.

Moments later, Lazaro pulls out of me, and I feel a twinge of sadness as he does. I imagine he’s going to rise and leave. But then he reaches out and pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

We lie there for a while, just enjoying the afterglow of our passion. But eventually, reality starts to seep back in. I can't help but wonder what this means for us. Am I just a dalliance? Or is this leading to something more?

My gaze drifts down, noting how his feet extend past the edge of my bed. He doesn’t fit in my space. With me. I need to remember that. I can’t let my deep need to belong cloud my judgment.

“Problem?” he asks.

“My bed is too small for you.”

“Most beds are,” he says matter-of-factly.

As a person who has learned to live in the moment, I push away all questions and concerns and instead snuggle closer to Lazaro, reveling in the warmth of his body against mine. Our legs tangle together, and I fight the desire to give in to this sense of connection with him.

I jolt awake to the sound of buzzing, momentarily disoriented. Lazaro's warm body is pressed against mine, his arm draped over my waist. We're crammed onto my tiny bed, limbs tangled together. The events of last night come rushing back, and I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face or the warmth through my body.

The buzzing continues, and Lazaro stirs beside me. His eyes flutter open, confusion clouding them for a moment before recognition sets in. He gives me a sleepy smile that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Morning," he mumbles, his voice husky with sleep. Then his brow furrows as if he’s only just now hearing his phone. He groans and moves to get up, not aware of how precariously we're balanced on the edge of the bed. With a yelp, we tumble onto the floor in a heap of limbs and blankets.

I laugh as we untangle ourselves. Lazaro joins in, his deep chuckle sending vibrations through me where our bodies are still pressed together. His phone stops buzzing, so he kisses me, and immediately, my body is hot, needy. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his dick. It’s thick and long, and my pussy pulses with anticipation to feel it inside me again.

The buzzing starts up again.

“Fuck.” Lazaro curses under his breath and scrambles to reach his pants lying in a crumpled heap nearby. He fishes out his phone, his expression turning serious as he sees the caller ID.

I start to rise to give him privacy, but he wraps his arm around me and tugs me next to him.

“Hello,” he barks into the phone. He winces and jerks the phone away from his ear as Elio’s voice bellows on the other end.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“None of your fucking business,” Lazaro growls back.

My heart sinks, guilt washing over me as I realize the stress we've caused his family.

I catch fragments of Elio's words, something about Lana being beside herself with worry and how irresponsible Lazaro is being.

Lazaro's eyes meet mine, and I see a mix of frustration and regret in them. I want to comfort him, but I stay still, not wanting to make any noise that Elio might hear.

"I'm sorry, alright?" Lazaro says, his voice gruff but sincere. "I needed to take a walk and ended up at a friend’s place.”

I’m a friend. Friend with benefits?

“What friend? Since when do you have friends you hang out with?”

Pain slices across Lazaro’s face. “Fuck you, Elio.”

For a moment I don’t hear anything and then Elio says, “Sorry. I’m just sick of Lana’s bitching at me when she’s pissed at you. Get the hell home so she can see you’re okay.”

Lazaro sucks in a breath. “I'll be back soon." He listens for a moment longer, then ends the call with a terse goodbye. Sighing heavily, he runs a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than our night together already had.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling responsible for the trouble I've caused.

“Why? It’s not your fault. I'm the one who showed up at your door in the middle of the night." He shakes his head. “I hadn’t intended to stay the night.”

I nod, not sure how to respond.

"I should go," he says reluctantly, his hand gently cupping my cheek. "Before Elio sends out a search party. Or worse, Lana."

I check the clock on my small bedside table noting that it’s nearly eight. I need to get up and go if I’m going to make it to work on time. “I need to clean up and get ready to get to work.”

He nods and turns his attention back to his phone. I notice he’s pulling up a rideshare app.

“How did you get here?” I ask.

“When I left last night, I’d only intended to go for a walk. I was a mile or so up the road when I realized I wanted to see you, so I used this app.”

He seems unfamiliar with using a phone, as if it’s a new thing to him.

“You didn’t have the phone yesterday?” Why didn’t Elio or Lana call when Lazaro was MIA the day before?

“Nah. But I promised Lana I’d keep it with me. She has it all souped up with stuff.” His brow furrows as he studies the app.

“Did you not have a phone before?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t see the point. My life was the garage and home, sometimes the bar.” There’s a tone in his voice that suggests he misses the simplicity of his old life.

“I can give you a ride home since I’ll be heading there for work.”

Amusement dances in his eyes. “You think Lulu will make it?”

I smirk. “It’s Lola, and yes, she’ll make it. She’s like me. Scrappy and determined.” A thought occurs to me. “Unless you don’t want to be seen with me.”

His brow furrows at me. “Why would you think that?”

I shrug. “I work for your brother.” I remember the look Lana gave me when she found Lazaro with me in the kitchen. I got the sense she didn’t like it.

“So?”

I don’t know how to respond to that.

Then his expression turns to a scowl. “Is there someone else in your life?”

“What? You mean like a man?”

He nods.

“No.”

“Good.” He leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that's both tender and passionate. “I don’t like to share.”

That sounds like he thinks this thing between us is more than one night of passion. I try to temper my heart that wants to leap at the thought.

“Do you have someone else? Because I don’t like to share either,” I say.

His lips twitch upward. “No.”

We sit and stare at each other for a moment. Then realizing I need to get to work, I jump up. “I’m going to shower. Give me ten minutes.”

“I could join you.”

I laugh. “Except then I’ll be late to work, and I need this job.”

“I think if you’re late because of me, you won’t be fired.”

Maybe, but all I can think about is the awkwardness, not just from Lana but from the staff if they knew I was sleeping with the boss’s brother.

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