Mr. Mendoza
*NSFW*
“Come by today. I haven’t seen you in a long time,” Rubén said.
Even though he didn’t technically work for the man anymore, his boss’s tone always elicited a quick response from Guero.
“Sí, same place?”
“Of course, my friend. We have much to speak of.”
As Guero hung up the phone, Leigh entered their suite. Outfitted in a black bikini, she wore her dark hair piled high atop her head. She flipped her sunglasses off, fixing Guero with a stare.
“I thought Cavanaugh didn’t like you fraternizing with Rubén?”
“We can’t let him dictate everything,” Guero said, eyeing Leigh’s figure with appreciation.
It didn’t matter how long they were together; he couldn’t look at her and not want to touch her. He wondered if she felt the same as she flopped down beside him on the couch.
“Do you want me at the debrief?”
“I’ll do it,” Guero said, casually intercepting her as she tried to get up.
“How can you tell him what happened if you weren’t there?”
Leaning forward, she sucked on his lower lip. He responded by taking a handful of her hair and pulling it tightly.
“Do that again,” she said, her eyes lighting up.
“If you remember, I handled this and much more only a few months ago,” Guero said, twisting her arm so she sat perched on the edge of his lap.
“Ha,” she replied, trying to free herself.
Guero felt his pulse begin to quicken. There was something about spring in Cancun—they were going at each other like lovesick teenagers. Thank God she was on the pill.
“Just let me take care of things—I thought you liked that,” he said, pulling at her bathing suit.
“You’re getting good at that,” Leigh said, watching as her top fell to the ground. She leaned forward, eyes locking with his.
“Make it hurt good.”
“Don’t I always?” he replied.