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I swallow a gasp as I watch the most elegant, gorgeous man I’ve ever met wrap his hand around my base and take most of my length into his mouth.

He works me until I lose control and spill all over his chest, moaning his name.

— ¤ —

An hour later, we are clean and sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV.

Cillian has his feet propped up in my lap, and I keep playing with his ankles while watching Amores Salvajes.

“I don’t understand,” Cillian says, gesturing at the screen. “Why can’t María Fernanda see that Sergio Ramón is the one who orchestrated everything? He literally stole her family ranch just to force her to marry him!”

“That’s because her fake-blind sister keeps guilting her into believing marrying him is the only way to save the ranch, little Prince. Besides, Sergio Ramón faked the debt documents, paid off her family lawyer, and made her think her cousin betrayed her.”

“So she’s an idiot.”

“No… she thinks he is her savior, not the villain.”

Cillian turns his head and stares at me, his jaw dropping in absolute shock.

“I gotta say, never in a million years would I have guessed you like telenovelas.”

I chuckle, continuing the foot massage, because of course I can’t keep my freaking hands off him. “It’s Damián’s mom’s fault.”

“Damián’s mom?”

“Yeah. One day, his mother needed help securing a bookshelf to her wall, and Damián was deployed on a mission. So I went over to help her out instead, and while I worked, she had her telenovela on the TV. Eventually, I just got sucked into the drama.”

“That’s so incredibly sweet and hilarious.”

“What’s hilarious is that we meet up every Wednesday to watch the new episodes.”

“Shut up. No way!”

“Dead serious.”

“How many shows have you guys finished?”

“Two.”

“Two? That’s it?”

I snort. “These aren’t eight-episode Netflix miniseries, Cil. One story is like a hundred and fifty episodes long.”

“Holy fuck. No wonder María Fernanda is taking forever to figure out that Julio Andrés Agustín is her true love.”

“They do like to drag out the suffering,” I admit.

“And what trope is your favorite?”

“I do not have one,” I say, but Cillian narrows his eyes at me, giving me a look that says he knows that’s bullshit.

I sigh.

“Fine. I love it when the female protagonist gets cheated on and abandoned by her terrible family. Then she comes back years later completely pimped out with a way hotter, better husband to ruin all their lives,” I confess, and Cillian bursts out laughing.

“That sounds epic,” Cillian gasps, wiping tears from his eyes. “Do you have an ex or someone you want to take revenge on? Because I can pretend to be your new billionaire husband who will do whatever his darling commands.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know… How well would you sell the lie?”