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  “Oh my God,” she screamed when Alejandro thrust back into her with titillating force, stroking the bulbous head of his cock against the inner walls of her pussy. He ground his hips against her pelvis, sending streaking fire through her body. Then he began to move with deep, powerful strokes that sent her shuddering in ecstasy.

  His deep airy breath rasped in and out of his lungs. It was the only sound that came from Alejandro as he plundered Theodora’s pussy. Her mewling cries for more sang through the air as Alejandro teased the deepest recesses of her body.

  Alejandro pressed his firm lips to hers and took her mouth in a bruising kiss as he lowered her body to the countertop. Lips still fused together, he captured her cries of ecstasy as he stroked in and out of her flaming body.

  The pleasure was too much for Theodora. She broke off their kiss and let forth a shrieking cry as her body erupted in a mind shattering orgasm. The surging rush of desire swept through her, overtaking her in its intensity as her body imploded on itself.

  Alejandro grasped one thigh and opened her up as he hammered in and out of her body. His pace had changed. He was coarser, rougher, and more determined. The glittering light in his cognac eyes told her that he was nearing the edge of his line. Her mouth opened on a breathless scream as her body convulsed through another orgasm.

  Alejandro let forth a harsh expletive before capturing her lips in a hot, wet kiss. Theodora’s plump lips muffled the sounds of his groan of completion as he crushed her beneath him, and his body shuddered through his release.

  Chapter Four

  Fruits of Passion

  Alejandro stared at the picture of the young family as he contemplated his situation. After a year, a lot of hard work, luck, and cold showers, he had Theodora right where he wanted her.

  Kind of.

  They weren’t exactly in the secure relationship he had planned, but they were in a relationship.

  Kind of, the sarcastic voice in his head chimed.

  The creak of the heavy wooden door opening behind him alerted him to the fact that his father had stepped into the room.

  “It’s about time, Papa,” he threw over his shoulder. He did not bother to turn around. He continued to stare at the picture of his family, a picture taken when he was but a child.

  Five kids! His mother, Rosetta, and his father, Alberto, stood on the ends of the “Alba Train Wreck” that was their five children. One long, gracefully masculine finger traced the smile that his younger self wore. He put the picture back on the table that was almost as old as the ancient house and turned to his father.

  “How did you do it, Papa? How did you raise us all to be, well…” He shrugged one muscular shoulder. “…normal,” he finished.

  Alberto made his way across the room to stand beside him. He stared at the picture frame Alejandro had returned. He clasped his son on the shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

  The sight in Alberto’s topaz eyes, eyes that looked so much like his, let Alejandro know that his father was thinking of a time long gone. “I didn’t have a choice. Your mother wouldn’t have it any other way. She wanted her children to be happy and well adjusted. I didn’t know much about being a decent human being let alone being a good parent so I let her lead the way.” His father grasped his face in both hands. “And she did a fine job raising you children, especially you,” Alberto said softly as he gazed into his son’s eyes.

  He smiled at Alejandro. “Something tells me you found her.”

  “Found who?” Alejandro asked softly.

  His father’s grin got wider. “Playing dumb, eh? You definitely found her. When do I get to meet her? When is the wedding?”

  Alejandro stepped back, breaking his father’s grasp. He took several steps away from where the old man stood and gave him his back as he feigned interest in an ancient copy of Don Quixote in its original language.

  “There’s no her,” Alejandro murmured.

  He could hear his father moving around the room. Then there was the soft groan of the old leather chair under pressure. His father had taken his seat at his desk.

  Alejandro turned to find the old man watching him from his seat. “There are only two reasons a man worries about raising children. Number one: There is a her, the HER, to be specific. Or number two: there’s a her, who is pregnant. And I know you well enough to know it’s not number two.”

  “I didn’t know you called me all the way over here to talk about my nonexistent love life.”

  “Defensive. Oh, there’s a her, and she’s giving you a run for your money. Now I really can’t wait to meet her.”

  Alejandro’s father must have seen something in his face that told him the conversation was closed because he sighed and leaned forward on his desk. “When are you going to quit this ridiculous job at that candy store and come work for your father?”

  Alejandro regarded him for a few seconds before he replied. “When I get what I went there for.”

  “Is there anything I can do to speed this process along? I’m getting tired of going through CEOs.”

  Alejandro’s harsh laugh bounced off the old mahogany walls. “Trust me, at this point, if there was something I thought you could do, I would ask.” One large hand ran through his hair and caressed the skin at the back of his neck. “I’m getting damned tired of waiting.”

  His father’s eyes searched his face for several moments before he folded both arms over his broad chest and smirked at Alejandro. “She’d better be worth losing millions of dollars as my CEO.”

  Alejandro leaned back against the built-in bookshelf and crossed his arms over his chest. He regarded his father. “Was Mom worth it?”

  Alberto’s laugh resounded through the air. “Hell, yeah, your mom was worth it.” He stopped laughing and stared at Alejandro. “Are we honestly talking about the serious stuff? Marriage?”

  “No,” Alejandro said with a shake of his head. “Right now we’re just talking about a kid. I’m trying to work my way up to marriage and multiple kids.”

  Chapter Five

  Crème de la Crème

  Alejandro knocked three sharp raps against the hard wooden door before striding into the room. The loud squeak of Theodora’s outraged cry greeted him as he entered her bedroom.

  She fidgeted as she held the large blood red towel to her naked body in a death grip. “What the hell…” she screamed as she attempted to cover every inch of her body with the oversized towel.

  Fortunately for him it was not working.

  Alejandro gave Theodora a once-over before smirking at her outraged face.

  Granted, she had a right to be angry. He had gone out this morning for some fresh fruits and juice for breakfast. Then he realized there were a few items he wanted to pick up at his place, so he ended up taking a little detour.

  No doubt Theodora had been surprised and angry to find herself alone when she had awakened. He didn’t even want to think of the thoughts that had gone through her pretty little head.

  He had witnessed her anger from afar on a few occasions. His gorgeous minx had a vivacious temper on her. It took much to spark it, but when her flame was lit, she was an atomic bomb.

  And the side-glance she was giving him as she tied her robe around her naked body told Alejandro he had sparked her fuse.

  He gave her a mischievous grin that widened when her eyes narrowed in anger. Alejandro couldn’t help himself. He winked at her.

  She sputtered for a few seconds before finally finding the words. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? How the hell did you get in?”

  He carefully set down his package of food and drinks before turning to Theodora. “Number one,” he said with a pointed index finger, “I’ve brought you breakfast. You were out of breakfast food. Number two: I borrowed your spare keys.” Between his long fingers he jingled the keys in question.

  Alejandro watched Theodora’s reaction and wasn’t disappointed. It took her approximately two seconds to light. She threw the small container of scented lotio
n she had been holding to the floor and stood from the bed. The sound of her marching steps echoed through the room as she stormed her way to him.

  Alejandro leaned one slim hip against her dresser and crossed his arms across his broad chest. He was waiting for her with a smirk.

  She struck out the moment she reached him. He caught her small palm inches from his face and dragged her body across the few feet that separated them. Theodora landed with an outraged gasp against his chest.

  He felt the hunger rise within him the moment she touched his body. The last couple of days had been tortuous hell for him. It was part of the reason Theodora was angry. He hadn’t touched her since that night in the sweet shop. Instead he had spent the last couple of days courting her. And Theodora didn’t like it. By her own words and actions, he knew she wanted to keep things based purely on sex. According to Theodora, “they were supposed to make a baby, not a relationship.”

  He almost snorted out loud at the thought.

  “Let me go,” she growled against his chest.

  Alejandro stared down at her with a quirked eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re mad at me, boss?”

  “Maybe that’s because I am mad at you,” she said as she struggled to escape his grasp.

  “Can I ask why, boss?” he said slowly, his voice thick and sweet. He had an idea of what she was really mad about, but he wanted to hear her admit it. At the very least, he wanted his little minx to squirm.

  She stilled in his arms, took a deep breath and then looked up at him. “Excuse me?”

  “Why are you mad at me?”

  “You slept on my couch. You took my spare keys. And then when you came back you burst into my apartment as if you own it.”

  “I don’t think that’s why you’re mad at me, boss,” he drawled.

  “Why the hell are you calling me that?” she snapped with an elbow in his gut.

  He sucked in a deep breath and smiled down at her. She glared back at him. Alejandro couldn’t help but laugh at her reactionary growl. “I seem to recall that you are the owner of the Candy Drop Sweet Shoppe and I work mostly nights there. I’m an employee and you’re the employer. That makes you my boss.”

  Mute, Theodora stared up at Alejandro with angry eyes. He nudged her voluptuous body back a few steps.

  “Boss, tell me why you’re mad at me.”

  “I already told you,” she said. Then her hands flew out and gripped his shoulders as she fell back. Theodora landed with a bounce atop the mattress.

  “I don’t think that’s why you’re mad at me,” he growled.

  Alejandro nudged her legs apart and fitted himself between Theodora’s sprawled thighs. He leaned over her. Their bodies barely touched one another, but he could feel the heat from her skin.

  Alejandro lowered his face until his lips were a breath from hers. He held her gaze for long moments. “Are you ovulating yet?”

  He knew his question threw her for a loop by the way her eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t even have enough time to lie. Her wet pink tongue nervously darted out to lick her bottom lip. Alejandro immediately felt his cock stir. “I began…today is the first day of my fertility period.”

  “Good,” he growled before crossing the miniscule space that separated them and kissing her.

  Alejandro crushed Theodora into the bed as he pressed his body against hers and consumed her lips. The last couple of days had felt like a form of ancient Chinese torture as he watched, but didn’t touch, Theodora. He had courted her, spending long hours in her presence without once initiating anything. Courting a woman had never been so hard.

  Neither had his cock.

  Now he took his time to feast from her sweet mouth.

  Theodora’s lips softened beneath his. She gasped into his mouth. Alejandro’s tongue, hot and wet, slowly parted her lips and leisurely explored the sweet recesses of her mouth. The hunger that had been rising in Alejandro took over.

  He grasped Theodora’s head in his large, rough palms, slanted his lips over hers, and increased the hungry pressure of his kiss. He groaned when he felt Theodora’s fingernails dig into the flesh of his thick shoulders. Her tongue tentatively forayed into his mouth to slide against his own.

  “Goddamn,” Alejandro growled against her lips. He ground his hips against hers, rubbing his growing bulge against Theodora’s moistening cleft.

  With deft hands, Alejandro parted Theodora’s terry cloth robe to reveal the mounds of her bountiful breasts. He breathed against one ripe breast and watched as her nipple tightened with arousal. The sound of her moan vibrated through the air. His tongue darted out and rasped against the distended tip.

  “Oh…my…goodness,” she whispered on a breathless gasp.

  Alejandro encased Theodora’s breast with the wet, hot heat of his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked hard, pulling at it and eliciting groans from her lips. He flicked his tongue against the turgid bud. One long fingered hand drifted across her body to pluck at Theodora’s neglected nipple.

  Alejandro pulled, pinched, and tugged one nipple as he suckled the other.

  “Alejandro,” she moaned.

  His hand left her breast to drift down her body, slip through the part in her robe, to touch the soft mound of her moistening pussy. His fingers parted the thick lips of her sex to stroke the moist inner flesh. His thumb flicked the engorged head of her clitoris.

  Theodora gasped and shuddered against him.

  Then one finger slipped into the slick warmth of her mound, sliding past her tight, contracting muscles to stroke her inner depths.

  She groaned above him when his lips ground against the swollen nub of her nipple at the same time that his thumb ground against her clit. His finger caressed the inner walls of her pussy.

  She was so hot to the touch, hotter than any other woman, hotter than even a flame to his skin. He felt like he was dying as he listened to the sounds of her lusty moans as his finger slid in and out of her pussy.

  He thrust a second finger inside of her at the same time that he bit her nipple. Alejandro watched fascinated as her body bowed, her muscles tightened and contracted, and her eyes fluttered shut. Theodora’s lips parted on an airy moan as her body shuddered through a climax that singed his fingers as he pumped in and out of her pussy as her cunt muscles rippled around him.

  He pulled his fingers from the wet heat of her body and swiped his fingers across Theodora’s gasping lips before capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Alejandro’s tongue slipped past her parted lips to sweep across her tongue to touch the inner cavern of her mouth. The flavor that was Theodora burst on his tongue almost immediately. He could taste her on two levels. He could taste the sweet heat of her desire, of her sex, and he could taste the succulent concoction of her alluring lips.

  Alejandro slanted his lips and scraped his teeth against the soft, sensitive flesh of her lips. Theodora groaned against his lips before tangling her fingers in the strands of his hair. She clung to him and pulled his body close to hers. Then she gave a sweet sigh of relief when Alejandro planted his body atop hers.

  Alejandro ground his jean clad hips against the tender flesh between Theodora’s thighs until her head fell back against the plush red comforter.

  Her eyes were closed tightly. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders. Her lips were parted and wet. Alejandro stifled a harsh groan as the sight of her climbing higher toward her climax slammed through his system.

  She was beautiful with her sensuality.

  But he wanted to be inside her the next time she found her release.

  “I’ve got something for you, boss,” he growled before dragging his reluctant body away from her. He knelt on the bed and tried to take deep breaths to steady his system.

  He had been close to following her over the edge. The one and only time he had come in his pants, he was fifteen.

  Theodora made him feel insecure, desperate, and rejuvenated.

  She was intoxicating.

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p; Her deep, chocolate eyes slowly drifted open. Then it took them a moment to focus on him. She stared at him with confusion in her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve got something special for you, boss.”

  Her eyes darkened with anger. “I told you not to call me that.”

  He jumped from the bed and strode to her cherry wood dresser. “Why not?” he called over his shoulder as he rummaged through the small leather travel bag he had picked up at his apartment.

  “Because,” she said halfheartedly.

  He turned in time to catch her shrug. His eyes darted down to her hands and took in the sight of her small fists.

  He pulled a few items from the bag, stuffed them in the front pockets of his worn jeans, and slugged the leather strap onto his shoulder.

  “You’re going to have to do better than that, boss,” he said emphasizing the last word.

  “Do not call me that,” she spat. She was now sitting on the bed with her legs curled beneath her.

  “Why?”

  “Because it makes it seem as though I’m a job. It makes it seem as though I’m ordering you to do…stuff.”

  He smiled at her uncomfortable statement. “You could ask me to do stuff.”

  “I think I’ve asked enough,” she said before moving across the bed.

  He staved her off and with his quick, long legged stride he made it to Theodora before she reached the edge of the large bed. One large palm pushed at her shoulder and she fell back against the mattress.

  Then he was leaning over her, just a breath away from her lips. “We are in this together. You can demand anything of me and I will do it.”

  She stared at him for long seconds before nervously licking her lips. “Anything?” she asked softly.

  “Anything. And I can demand anything of you and you will do it.”

  It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Alejandro wanted Theodora to know that she would all he asked of her. She was his in totality.

  “Anything?”