Free Drug Lord: A Bad Boy Baby Romance by Alyse Zaftig

breasts were on display when she threw her head back and sang for me a second time.
    I grunted as I released inside of her perfect body.
    I pulled her down so that her head was on my chest, our bodies still connected. I gently stroked the smooth skin of her back and nibbled her shoulder.
    “I think that you half-killed me that time.”
    “I think that’s my line,” I said, smiling even though she couldn’t see it. “You’re insatiable.”
    I could feel her body wiggling on top of mine as she laughed, and it made my body want to go again.
    “How are you feeling?”
    “Sore. Happy.”
    I stroked her back again as I felt her relax a little. She was sleepy. I should let her rest.
    Rolling her to her side and then flipping her around, I put my arm over her waist.
    “Sleep,” I commanded.
    I felt her yawn and then she was still, breathing deeply.
    I loved having her in my bed. I wished that every day was like this.
    I didn’t want to leave her, but that thought spurred me into action. What I was about to do was far more impulsive than I normally was, but she’d been shocked and horrified by Alejandro’s drug use. I knew, after dating all the women who would worm their way into my life for the money, power, and drugs, that she’d never ask for any of that. She had no clue what I could give her.
    She only wanted me, and I wanted her.
    So I had an errand to run. I left her there, sleeping in my bed, where I wanted to keep her forever.

Marriage Proposal
Naelle
    W hen I woke up , the bed was cold.
    “How do you feel?” His voice was coming from somewhere in front of me.
    I stretched.
    “Sore. I blame you.” I hadn’t opened my eyes.
    “Open your eyes, cari,” Emilio said gently.
    I looked at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
    I stared at the box in his hands.
    “Are you serious?”
    “That’s not a very flattering reaction.”
    When he smiled, his dimples appeared, tempting me to say yes.
    What would it be like to wake up next to him every morning for the rest of my life?
    Pretty great, I thought. I wanted to say yes, even though we barely knew each other. I knew that I loved him, even if he was often demanding and bossy.
    But there was a snag.
    “You haven’t even met my family. I’ve met yours, but you would have to go back to America to meet them.”
    “No problem. We can just take my jet.”
    “You think that we can take off now?”
    “Of course.” He shook his head. “Do you think that I couldn’t fix things? Are you surprised?”
    I smiled back at him. “No, I’m not surprised.”
    I stared at the ring. “I’ll say yes...”
    Suddenly he was kissing me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth.
    I pushed him back after 20 seconds.
    “I wasn’t done.”
    “Hm? Isn’t yes enough?” He went in for another kiss, but I put my hand on his chest and looked him right in the eye.
    “On one condition.”
    He took a step back and arched an eyebrow.
    “And what is that?”
    “You have to come back to America to meet my family before we’re really engaged.”
    “Will you wear the ring now?”
    The ring was pretty much every fantasy that I’d ever had. The main jewel was an emerald, not a blood diamond.
    “Yes.”
    He took the ring out of the box and put it on my finger.
    Then he was sweeping me into his arms to kiss me.
    We were making out for a while, our tongues twining together as if we were teenagers for whom kissing was the ultimate. When I regained awareness of my surroundings, I was naked on my back under him, my thighs on either side of his body.
    “I’m so happy,” he told me as he kissed his way down my body.
    My thighs were on either side of his face.
    I was very nervous when guys went down on me. I didn’t like it. I had a soft stomach and pretty big thighs.
    But he didn’t seem to be turned off by any of that. His hands were pushing my thighs far apart as his tongue painted pure fire at my most intimate place.
    My eyes closed. I felt like my whole body was turning