Kulti

Married five years, the couple has made no secret of their support of each other. ‘The King’ has been noted for his perfect attendance at her games and has been spotted wearing her jersey without fail.

I would do anything for you. Lie, cheat and steal. There is nothing I wouldn’t do.

“I love you, Reindeer.”
That smile the size of the solar system stayed strong but the emotion in his eyes quadrupled. “I know.”
The arrogant ass. “You do?”
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Ja.” Rey kissed the other side. “You always have.”
I snorted. “I don’t know about always—“
“No. Always,” he insisted.

Gaze on mine, Rey brought his fingers to his mouth. Those brown-green eyes were locked on me as he licked his index and middle finger slowly. A smile crept across his face. “I’m going to need another taste.” He licked his fingers once more.
I was going to go into cardiac arrest.

“I need you, Sal.”
Jesus Christ. Jesus freaking Christ. I couldn’t help but eye the driver.

It was endless. His full mouth was the Pacific Ocean; it was huge and dark and wide and so, so easy to get lost in. The little pleased noises he was making sucked me out into his ocean even deeper.

“There is nothing I’m not willing to do for you.”

“Listo?” I asked him in Spanish if he was ready. His Audi was parked two rows down.
“Si,” he nodded, grabbing my hand.
Him speaking Spanish… Dear God. It would never get old.

“Every single thing that has ever happened in my life has led me here, Sal. Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go. I am the man that I am, and I have done the things that I’ve done, to get me to you.”

Pulling his mouth away from mine, he trailed wet kisses across my jaw. His lips were at my ear, his thumb circling my clit. “You belong to me.”