Dirty Little Secret

Watching him speak to the investors while I press my thighs tightly in small pulses through all of his speech, eyes on how his lips move was the best moment of my entire existence.

Despite the cold in the board room, my body was sweating so badly.

Finally, he was done.

The meeting was done.

I scampered off my seat, gathering everything that belonged to me right before I bolted out. Not right after my eyes crossed his.

Those sharp blue eyes that wrecked me whole.

“Mierda [shit]." I cussed. He was gonna be the end of me.

I reached my office faster than I actually expected.

Immediately my folders and tab hit the desk,I threw myself on the seat, hastily unbuttoning my top, other hand bunching my skirt up my waist.

I wasted no time.

My palm brush my first breast and my head threw back, hanging on the seat while my other hand worked its way into my g-strings.

“¡Carajo! I'm so wet. Oh Andrès,” my eyes squeezed shut, two fingers going inside of me.

My thighs opened wide, lips gaping, eyes rolling deep into my skull as I reached deep inside to feel every inch of my wetness.

My heart throbbed so hard that I could hear blood pumping in my ears.

Sweat became second skin for me and my fingers pumped deep inside of me like I could reach deeper.

Oh how I wished they were his fingers instead.

A soft whimper followed my thoughts.

Slurpy sounds of my wetness fought hard to beat how loud I could hear my own heart beating.

That was until I caught his scent.

This looming presence.

My eyes peeled open, looking down to see him standing right in front of me, eyes shining with something unhinged, buttons undone.

" Andrès,” I gasped, pulling my fingers out, flying off my seat, breasts out. " Sorry. I mean, Sir Valdès –"

“Don't stop, Mia."

My brows lifted.

He wasn't looking at my face anymore. But my chest.

“S…sir…”I croaked.

He stepped close and I tried to back away when he grabbed my arm.

In one flip, my stomach pressed against my desk, belt unhooking, his hand wrapping tightly in my hair.

Then I felt it.

I felt him as he pushed way past my wet slit.

Everywhere spun, eyes rolling back into my head as he didn't even bother giving a warning and just pushed further in till I felt so full. We were joined completely.

I slapped the desk, hair sticking to my face.

" Oh myyyy! Mierda! Mierda!"

But he didn't move.

“Sir…sir please…”

Still nothing.

Then I felt it.

Something wasn't right.

I looked back over my shoulder but there was no one there.

" The hell …" I turned fast, brows creased.

I looked at the door. It was still locked the way I left it.

Then a thought niggled me.

“No…no…” my voice shook and I slowly lifted my hands to look at them.

They seemed distorted.

" No! No!”

The place was starting to go dark.

" Fvck! No!” I screamed. " Not now. Please. Not now!”

"Mmfff." My head shook and my eyes pulled open, sunlight hitting them immediately.

"¡Puta madre!" (For fuck's sake) My hands came up from under the duvet to shield my face, and that was when I caught a whiff of it.

I narrowed my gaze to my right hand. It was slick, the skin still wet.

"Did I…" My voice trailed off as I lifted the duvet and looked down at my chest.

I wasn't wearing a single thing. My rose toy had fallen right between my thighs, and I remembered in an instant.

"Not again." I palmed my face, pressing back into the bed.

Once again, I had passed out touching myself to nothing but the haunting memory of Andrés's eyes, his lips, his voice, and that bulge in his pants I couldn't stop sneaking looks at.

"Oh well. It is what it is."

Shoving the duvet off, I swung out of bed and headed to get ready for another torturous day at work.

Another day of being an intern at Valdez Group.

Another day of fantasizing about my boss.

CEO Andrés Valdez.

A man way older than me. Someone way above my financial and social class.

Uh-huh. I'm fucked.

"You're up!" Patricia turned from the stove with a plate.

"Yeah. Buenos días." I took a seat at the dining table right before she placed the plate in front of me. "Pancakes?"

"Yes. I thought it would be much better than the cereal you have every morning before rushing off to work." She turned back to the stove while I placed my bag on the chair next to mine.

"You speak as though I have a choice," I muttered as I reached for the honey.

"I say you do. You just act like you don't."

Footsteps from the stairwell made me look up. Álvaro.

"Hey!" I grinned, waving at him.

"Hey." He barely looked at me or Patricia before making his way toward the door.

My brows pulled together. Lowering my hand slowly, I looked at Patricia.

"Is he okay?" I had to ask. My brother had always been the one who smiled more around her. She had won his heart first, back when we were still little and our father married her a few months after our biological mother passed.

Even after our father passed away a year ago, Álvaro got through the shock of it because of her.

So his reaction was surprising.

She still hadn't said a thing. She just stared at the door he had gone through. His car pulled out not long after.

"Um, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

She looked at me and sighed. "He's mad at me."

"Why? Did you do something wrong? Even when you accidentally ruined his one-of-a-kind, super expensive game pad some years ago, he didn't stay upset with you for more than an hour."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

Patricia removed her apron and placed it on the counter before facing me.

"I'm getting married."

I blinked. Then scoffed. Then I laughed.

"You joke a lot, Patricia. It's not funny."

"This is no joke." Her response was quick.

Then it dawned on me. She was far from joking. When had she ever made a joke? Especially one this cruel?

"What do you mean by that?" My question was careful, my chest suddenly growing tight. She shook her head but gave no response.

Then reality hit me harder.

My chair scraped back as I shot out of it. "Tell me you're lying!"

She shook her head. "I wish I –"

"What the hell?! You are seriously marrying again?!" I thundered.

"Cami –"

"Don't!" I snarled, pointing a finger at her, all the sweetness in me gone. "Don't you dare say my name."

"Fvck." I grabbed my bag. "I can't do this right now. You disgust me even more." I seethed and stormed off.

"We're losing the house, Camila!"

That brought me to a halt.

Then I spun around. "What did you say?"

"We are losing the house," she said, a lot quieter now. "I'm only doing this for you and your brother."

I shook my head, not buying her crap for a second. "You left out little Nicolás. Ten years old, in a really expensive boarding school. Your son."

Her expression crumbled. More like shattered. "He is your brother…"

I shrugged lazily. "Step brother and I know that. But at least own up to the reality. You're doing this for your comfort and his. Not mine and Álvaro's."

I took a few steps backward before turning to the door.

Once I stepped out and down the porch, I noticed a sign close to the entrance of our driveway. My heart picked up speed, my steps quickening as I rushed toward it.

The instant my eyes landed on the words and my brain made sense of them, my heart sank deep into my stomach.

Notice of Auction.

We were really going to lose the house.