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It's crazy to think that in a few years I'm gonna be a 30 year old teenager

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🦇 Starry Night + Halloween by Aja Trier 🦇

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Every year of my life, I realize how little I knew the year before, about myself, the world, others. And it both fascinates and terrifies me, how ignorant I really am. Growing up seems to be a lifetime journey toward the death of our own ignorance.

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Relief

(I don't own Cha and Iñigo)

"Cha, what is it? What's wrong?" Iñigo asked his wife, worry etched on his face. He reached for her hand under the table and she squeezed it in reassurance.

Charisse shook her head and gave him a tiny, unconvincing smile.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

She's not.

Living with her for years made him notice her small quirks and nuances that even though most people who knows her brand her as ice queen for having a blunt and unreadable expression, he can read her like an open book.

"Cha..." He called again, unconvinced. Which made her glare at him.

"I said I'm fine, Iñigo." She hissed through gritted teeth. "Stop pestering me and go drink with Yago and Jax or something."

Tonight they're having a celebration for BGY firm's anniversary held at Jax and Kitty's huge lawn. Nothing too fancy, just eating and drinking wine with a few chosen clients and/or colleagues. It took alot of convincing for Iñigo's wife, Charisse Faith to come with him because she'd rather stay at home and take care of their 6-month-old twins. If not for Katherine, who stubbornly stated that there won't be a party unless every founder of the firm is present and for Cha's dad who insisted to babysit the kids for the night and told his daughter that she needs a break every once in a while, she won't be begrudgingly convinced and come at the party.

Iñigo thought that it'll be good for her to get a breather from being stuck at home, not practicing Law but now he's having second thoughts. This clearly isn't a break for Charisse, she clearly is uncomfortable.

"Cha..." He called again, softly and snaked his arms on her waist. Iñigo's face moved closer to her neck and inhaled her scent heavily before whispering. "What is it? Do you wanna go home? Do you miss the kids? We can go home now and ditch this party. I know Kitty won't mind." He lied at his last statement. Kitty will mind of course but to hell with kitty. Her wife's state is more important right now.

"It's just..." she hesitates but sighed in resignation, "the twins' meal time."

Iñigo smiled in relief. He thought it was something serious.

"I'm sure Dad knows. You never failed to remind him after all. Do you wanna check on them anyway?"

Charisse shook her head. He clearly didn't get it. Brilliant and meticulous as he was as a lawyer but there are times when he just fail to notice things. Like Cha's bulging breasts and the tiny blotch of liquid on her nipples.

"It's their mealtime and my breasts are engorged with milk and they hurt like hell, Iñigo!" she hissed at him. Unable to contain the pain anymore.

Oh.

"Oh." Iñigo managed to blurt out.

His wife rolled her eyes in exasperation. Yes, you dumb-ass. She inwardly uttered.

The next thing Charisse knew is she's being dragged by her husband inside one of Kitty and Jax's guest room.

"I'm so sorry I didn't realise earlier." Iñigo muttered once they got inside, as he tried to reach for her blouse but she was quick to step back.

"What are you doing?" She raised a brow.

"Helping you relieve your discomfort?" He answered, eyes pleading. Please.

"S-stop being stupid, Iñigo."

"But I haven't sucked them since the twins came!" He exclaimed with a pout that left her feeling scandalous, her jaw dropped.

"What the hell, Iñigo! They're for our son and daughter!" she exclaimed back trying to compose herself but failing miserably, her cheeks burning and chest pounding.

"Who are not here! Come on, Cha. We're already married for years and you've made me your sex slave when I was in college."

She gasped. Feeling hotter by the minute.

"I did not do such thing!"

He chuckled. Enjoying how embarrased and annoyed his wife looks with her cheeks flushed red and her slanted eyes narrowing like a hawk ready to devour him. Cute.

Iñigo's eyes softened. Fuck it, he really loves her. Even in her most terrifying state, he finds him cute. Yes, he has definitely lost his mind. He went to her and kissed her forehead softly.

"Alright, I'm sorry Cha. You can relieve yourself here. Take your time and if you need any help, I'll just be outside." He smiled at her dreamily and she scowled in return. He then made his way out of the room.

Seconds later, an obviously embarrased Cha followed him.

"Fine. Help me but be sure to do it quickly!"

He didn't. He did more than sucking breasts. They came downstairs to the party an hour later with Iñigo's smug and satisfied face and Cha's poker face and flushed cheeks.

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https://inu-fanon.tumblr.com/post/166484836377/sesshoumaru-and-rin-official-info-translation/amp

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not kagome traveling through time to save the world from naraku, one of the most assholey demons known to mankind, to make inuyasha understand that he was more than a hanyō, and left behind decent plumbing to be referred to exclusively as kikyo’s reincarnation

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Rumiko Takahashi said Rin is Sesshoumaru’s Wife

Rumiko Takahashi Question Corner (3rd question) I was surprised that Sesshomaru had Hanyou’s child, but what kind of change did he have? Did he change when he met the woman who became his wife?

Rumiko Takahashi’s answer： Sesshomaru also grew and changed by interacting with many others. He grew up accepting new ways of life without sticking to the past when he looked down on humans. Of course, it is largely influenced by the woman who became his wife.

Rin, the girl who changed Sesshoumaru.

https://twitter.com/shonen_sunday/status/1320666479696642049?s=19

Translated by https://twitter.com/xs01cn

and confirmed by @ayuuria​

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My heart 😭

since the sequel is out with their kids

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https://eliannaa.tumblr.com/post/627884446014636032/tamed

Note: This story is set during 1950's and altho the time frame won't be tackled much, I inserted some factors that signifies the said time like telegram. And i don't own the characters, but i do own the plot (headcanon). And read the 1st chapter. Link attached above.

2. Wedding

Anton stared at the picture for quite some time; regarding the face of the lady in it. No, not a lady, a girl, his young bethroted whom he only knew by name.

His family is known for the members' marriages. Not because of their grandeur but because most of them are wed only for convenience with no consideration of romantic attachment nor even civil feelings for each other.

And he doesn't mind... not anymore. He was raised with his future laid out for him. He was adamant on altering that future at first. He wanted to lead a meaningful life. He does not want to just survive and triumph in the corporate world, he want to live doing the things he want to do. That's why he became a delinquent high school student, had his fair share of rebellious acts and women—one of them he tried to runaway with—during college but when his father died, he realised that he had no other choice but to manage their family's empire, get a wife so he can have heirs and live an ardously monotonous corporate life until he die.

Domitilla Zaldarriaga

14

"Jesus, what was mother thinking marrying me off to a girl?" He furiously exclaimed, pinching the bridge of his long aristocratic nose.

He did not mind the seemingly cruel marriages for convenience but marriage with a young girl he will.

He will not let that happen. Which is why he is now outside the said girl's school to talk to her about it.

Anton wants to personally tell her that there won't be a wedding between a Mercadejas and a Zaldarriaga. He'll make sure of it.

He sent a telegram to the girl a day before informing her when and where to expect him and she is an hour late!

He folded the picture he's holding, put it back inside his coat pocket and decided to find her instead. Perhaps some activities are keeping her and he doesn't have all day. So inside the school he went.

Asking around for a certain Domitilla isn't difficult for that seems to be a popular name. Some give off a dreamy expression upon the mention of the name, some disgust.

He then, led by a kind slight boy reached the rooftop of a building where the girl is at. Anton immediately knew what was keeping her.

Pinned on the wall by a boy perhaps a year or two older that he recognised as the young Galvez, she was moaning deliriously from the passionate kiss they're sharing. Not the kind of kiss a young girl such as she should be having and definitely not a place to be doing.

A month later, a wedding between a Zaldarriage and Mercadejas happened.

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Tamed

A collection of Domitilla and Antonius Sr. Drabbles (fanfiction)

Rated K+ to M

Notes: I do not own Domi nor Anton. Jonaxx does.

1. Home

Antonius took his time walking towards the mansion's double doors. It was a fine day. The sun refused to shine and hid behind the gray clouds. Cold tangy sea breeze softly blew the man's hair. Home.

Indistinct noises can be heard at first but became clearer as he go nearer the entrance of the manse.

It was the voice of his young wife. High-pitch and marked with authority. No one would suspect that she is but a decade and a half because despite the very young age, she already screams power fit for a lady of the Mercadejas clan.

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Art by ctclockwises

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Yes!

okay so i've been reading a lot of naruhina hentai lately and i love how a lot of them are erotic AND wholesome. like shit, giving me a hard on and a heart on

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Serene

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Walls

A COSTA LEONA FANFICTION

(Part 2)

Pairing: Jacques Riego and the Mercadejas heiress (Aia and Ali's daughter)

Rated M for Mature content, please at your own risk. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Costa Leona series, Miss Jonah Mae Pacala (Jonaxx) does.

Also, it is very important that you read the the part 1 first, to better understand the story.

https://eliannaa.tumblr.com/post/621085528183504897/walls

“You tasted so yummy,” she purred.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept on uttering the word over and over again, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed while relishing the feeling of her, unsure whether he’ll despise the heavens for bringing him his personal destruction or thanking them for turning his fantasies to life.

Jacques’ sudden aloofness to the Mercadejas family can be a curious thing.

He grew stoic and more focused to things with great consequence, but he was never anti-social, most especially towards them. He loved to spend time at their mansion, admiring all the immemorial details of it. He enjoyed his day at their beach and occasional parties they are most delighted of hosting. Ali Mercadejas was especially fond of Jacques because of his brilliance and the latter always put the former in high regards especially in business and life.

But one day, he just stopped visiting.

He would always create endless excuses whenever he was invited to come over.

The head of the family understands. He is a driven businessman, determined to be on top of his game, hence his time for recreation are always set aside.

And Ali is somehow right but there is a darker reason than that.

Little did he know… his brilliant, reputable protégée is having dark fantasies towards his only daughter.

Not that Jacques wanted it in the first place, no, sir.

His parents, especially his mother, raised him to always respect women, to never regard them as an object of malicious thoughts or actions. The young heiress, though acknowledged, was never his favourite company or the apple of his eye. But because of that fateful night, everything changed.

It was raining cats and dogs. Jacques’ patience is thinning, being stuck in a heavy traffic after a whole day of frustrations with his staffs. He hated delays, he always want to be one step ahead of his competitors but how will he the people under him are laid back? He fired some and scolded some. The last thing he want to do was attend another exhausting event but his mother called him several times that tonight is a very special night for Mr. Mercadejas’ daughter who especially asked for his presence.

No is not an option so he endured 3 hours being stuck in traffic to attend the debutant’s party. But fate wasn’t so nice to him that night. Not because he ended covered in icing by catching her but because he saw something he shouldn’t have; something that haunted his dreams for many months, if not years.

“I’m so sorry for the mess, Jacques and thank you for saving my daughter.” Mrs. Aia Mercadejas said for the umpteenth time as she led Jacques and her daughter the way inside their mansion so they could change into something more decent.

He smiled and shook his head. “There’s no need for apologies. It wasn’t anybody’s fault Aunt and I’m glad I’ve got to save her.” He replied and looked at the girl they were talking about, who’s walking quietly beside him. He noticed that her plump lips were shivering, her shoulders sagging. She refused to look at anything but the floor.

“Hey,” he gently called. He saw her lips protrude and realized how naturally red they are… like sweet cherries.

“It’s not your fault. Please don’t think it is.” He received no reply.

He wasn’t aware when she disappeared upon reaching their mansion. Aunt Aia asked the house helps to assist him but he declined and asked for directions where he could clean and change instead. If only he agreed to be assisted, he wouldn’t have entered the wrong room, he wouldn’t have seen the Mercadejas heiress… her eyes closed and her naked and sinful body under the shower… with the water that seemed to worship her as they caress her every curves and edges.

For a moment, he was astounded and rooted at the spot but immediately snapped out of it and went out of that room with his chest pounding.

He went home without even bothering to let the hosts know of his departure.

Fuck. He was fucked.

That night, he stayed under the cold shower for a very long time. He tried to think of numbers. His business ventures. His clients. The stock market. Charts. Anything, except her.

That night, he dreamed of her, squirming beneath him, clinging unto him, screaming his name in pleasure.

And so, he had no other choice but to distance himself from the whole family. Though unintended, he felt like he did a terrible crime. Having only a glance of her would only remind him of what he saw and will only intensify his dreams.

He punished himself with overwhelming workload. He tried doing intense sports. He never allowed himself to idle. Idling could only lead to dangerous thoughts—her.

After years of battling his dilemma, he thought that he had finally regained his sanity when she entered his office, unannounced and he felt nothing. Bold for him to assume so!

When she reported on her first day, his presentation was almost disastrous just because he saw her sitting among the potential investors, nibbling her bottom lip.

When she reported on her second day, he almost spilled his coffee when he saw her sucking a lollipop.

She instantly became his daily distraction but he can’t seem to find the courage to get rid of her.

“Sir?” she uttered after knocking on his door, one afternoon.

“Come in,” was the reply behind it. She immediately obliged.

With brows furrowed, he kept his gaze on the blueprint before him, waiting for her to talk.

“Yes?”

She didn’t answer. He frowned some more and lifted his gaze and caught her biting her lower lip, hiding a smirk. Damn, why does she have to look so…

“Still working?” she finally said.

He sighed and nodded. “As you can see, yes.” She failed to notice the sarcasm and giggled.

“Come on, don’t get too worked up, there’s still tomorrow.”

“Not for people like me. Anyway, you are free to go,” he said dismissively and returned his attention to his work. Please, spare me and my sanity, he added inwardly.

He heard her click her tongue. “Aww.” His chest pounded when he heard he walk towards him until she was standing behind his swivel chair.

“My poor Riego.”

He jumped when she placed her hands on his shoulder and gave those a squeeze. He definitely didn’t see that coming! Damn!

But he needed to keep a straight face, for fuck’s sake. He was supposed to overcome his insanity over her.

“Miss Mercadejas. Upon signing your contract under my company, you are well-aware of the rules and regulations on how one should maintain his professional relationship with his colleague and in your case, with your boss.”

His voice was stern, his gaze stoic even though she couldn’t see them, she was still standing confidently behind him.

She bent over and whispered with an oh-so-alluring voice to his ear.

“Fuck those rules.”

He can feel the hairs on his nape stand as erect as his member.

“Miss Mercadejas, I—oh” he almost lost it when she sucked on his neck.

That should feel scandalous but his body was feeling otherwise! He stood up and looked at her intensely.

“I am not here to play with your silly games, Miss.” he barked almost harshly, trying to prove his self-restraint.

But she seemed unmoved by him and looked at her with determined eyes. She looked like a predator and he’ll be the willing prey.

She smirked. “Me neither.” She took a stepped forward and yanked on his tie harshly. “I’ll tell you my little secret.” Her voice was sensual and tempting and made him sweat bullets. “I know you want me.” He was too stunned to react.

She kissed the tip of his nose. “I see how you looked at me.”

She kissed his cheek, “I see how you worshipped me with those sinful eyes.”

She kissed his stubbled chin, “I saw you on my 18th birthday. Inside my room…”

He stiffened and his eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”

“Mm-hm. It was an accident though but… You wanted me since then, right?” she let go of his tie and gave him a menacing smile.

“What—no!” Jacques placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away as gentle as possible.

She moved inches away from him and bobbed her head to the side; she pouted her lips and furrowed her brows in confusion. She looked so innocent yet dangerous. She’ll be the death of him.

“No? What do you mean no? You don’t like my body?” she asked innocently.

“Y-No! I don’t! That’s ridiculous. And may I remind you, I am still your boss!” I exclaimed. He was surprised when she shook her head in disappointment.

“Yes, you do. And may I remind you, Sir, that lying is wrong.” She scolded him softly.

“I don’t see you like that. I didn’t mean to see you like that and I’m sorry, but I only see you as a sister then and as an employee now.” Jacques felt so proud for telling her that firmly and holding the panic in his voice.

“Oh really?” she took several confident steps towards him, he backed up. But he wasn’t fast enough. She quickly placed her hands on his growing bulge.

“See? You do like my body!” she triumphantly exclaimed.

Oh god, her hands feel so good. But I shouldn’t feel this way; we shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. This is wrong.

He somehow found the strength to remove her hands off his erected member and immediately missed the contact. He needed the composure though. His gray eyes met her hazel brown ones and tried to look as stern as possible.

“Stop it. Look, I may not look excited right now but it’s not because of you. Nothing could ever come from this.” He gestured them both with his fingers and continued, “Compared to me, you are only a child. You came to know me as one of your older brothers, right?”

Her jaw dropped, feigning dismay. “First, at 22, I am most certainly not a child. Second, I never treated you like my brother. And did I tell you to stop lying to me? You want me. You always look at me whenever I’m biting my lip or whenever my skirt hikes up too high, you never forbid me from eating lollipop. Do you perhaps… imagine that I’m sucking yours instead?”

Jacques paled considerably. She noticed him gawking at her? He thought he was being careful! Is he that obvious? Who else could’ve noticed him?

“I-I think you might be seeing things. There is no way I could be checking you out inappropriately.”

She laughed like she heard the funniest joke.

“Of course you do. And you want to know what’s under this skirt, right? Here, I can show you…” she then unceremoniously lifted her skirt, revealing a red lacy panty.

Fuck this.

What is reason, anyway?

He thought he was over her. He was dead wrong. That night, her 18th, was the moment he was cursed to want only her.

Jacques did not waste any time to finally have a taste of her sweet lips. When their lips crashed he realised that he’ll never get enough. He’ll want more… more of her sweet nectar. He sat on his chair and pulled her to straddle his hips.

“Mm… you taste so good.” She purred, sucking on his neck, as she humped on his bulge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” he kept on uttering the word over and over again, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed while relishing the feeling of her, unsure whether he’ll despise the heavens for bringing him his personal destruction or thanking them for turning his fantasies to life.

He held her face and pecked her lips. “I want you.” He finally admitted.

She giggled and wrinkled her nose. “That’s what I’ve been telling you.” He kissed her again with fervent passion. Exploring her wet cavern and sucking her sweet, sinful tongue. By gods, this was a thousand times better than his dreams. Having her close, feeling her heartbeats increase frantically. Him making her feel things, him making her react intensely. He stopped kissing her allowing oxygen to reach her lungs.

He then impatiently got rid of her article of clothing one by one, desperate to feel her skin to skin. And when he finally did, he stopped for a moment to gaze at her in awe. Her skin was unblemished and felt so soft. He did not waste any time to have a taste of every inch. He desperately sucked her twin peaks leaving making her whimper helplessly.

“Sir?” she curiously asked when he pushed her gently away, making both of them stand. He kissed her once and commanded.

“Sit on my chair; I want to taste your sweetness.”

She gladly obliged and sat bringing both of her feet up and spreading her legs as wide as she can.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Without further ado, he parted the flushed lips of her sex with one hand and collected moisture from her pussy with the other, bringing it up to her sensitive clit. He brought his thirsty mouth and devoured her… drinking her sweet juices as he enjoyed her cries and whimpers from pleasure.

He could get addicted to this! Damn it.

A few more laps and she was a mess; her cavern tightening up from orgasm, her throat raw from screaming.

She must’ve lost her senses for a few moments because the next thing she knew is she’s straddling Jacques again, making his long, thick and hard member known, caressing her dripping hole.

“Mine.” He growled possessively and entered her quickly. He thrust in and felt something break as he buried himself inside of her. Damn, is she unbelievably tight and soft?

“Ah!” she whimpered in pain and clutched his shoulders tightly. Jacques grimaced. She will probably leave some marks and it’ll be totally worth it. But he panicked when he heard silent sobs.

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry…” he whispered again and again while kissing her head, his thumb found its way to her clit and rubbed it gently.

“Sshhh… I’m sorry.”

She took in shuddering breath and whispered, “I’m fine. Just help me move?”

He immediately obliged. He held her waist and assisted her in moving up and down his length. He made sure to make the thrusts as shallow and gentle as possible... Coaxing her with whispers. “You feel so good, baby.” Sucking her nipples and caressing her nub.

Soon enough she was crying his name in pleasure. She buried her face on his shoulder in attempt to muffle her cries when she reached her peak. It was euphoric.

Jacques held her tightly on his lap and kissed her forehead.

“I want to talk to your father this weekend.”

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Walls

A COSTA LEONA SERIES FANFICTION

Pairing: Jacques Riego and Mercadejas Heiress (Ali & Aia's daughter)

Disclaimer: I don't own Costa Leona series. It is written by the wonderful Jonaxx on wattpad.

To Jacques, she is the forbidden fruit. They may not be related, their family’s ties are closer than a real family’s. She is off-limits to him, she must be. Longing for her could lead to complications he doesn’t want to even think about. But darn, is she tempting as she is forbidden. The rules walls he built are the same ones he destroyed.

They first met when he was seven and she is barely one-year-old. He remembered how his uncles teased him with her but he didn’t give that much thought. All he cares about was the food, his long-lost cousins that he could play around with, the beautiful ball-gowns and the dashing suits.

They met again in on her 7th birthday. He can still remember her wide grin even though she’s missing some teeth and how she gracefully attends to her guests. Everyone adores her in her tiara and gown, but he wasn’t giving too much attention. He was thinking about the 5th girl who confessed to him that week and how he will reject her the nicest way possible. He may look like an asshole, as what his friends call him, with his perpetual scowl but disrespecting a girl is never a choice. He was pre-occupied when she reached their table and greeted him along with his family. He was preoccupied when he personally gave his gift and replied a “you’re welcome” to her “thank you”. He was preoccupied when she kissed his cheek goodbye.

After that, there will always be the constant gathering that includes the Riegos, Hidalgos and Mercadejas, be it corporate or casual. And he would always spend his time conversing with the young men of the families about mundane things or discussing business matters to the elders. Some say he always thinks ahead of his age, being interested with stock-market and taxes instead of obsessing towards girls and parties. He would just chuckle in response. And she would always be there, with her elegance and charm that he never paid attention to.

He finally noticed her when she almost died; well there is the tiniest possibility of it. It was her 18th birthday, her supposedly biggest day. She was dressed like a princess. Looked and moved like one as well. Wearing her expensive smile, she walked down the staircase when she stepped on the wrong foot and fell, almost, if Jacques wasn’t standing at the bottom of the stairs, drinking champagne.

His reflexes were quick enough to catch her. They toppled on the floor, crashing towards her tall birthday cake in the process causing a huge mess. She can’t decide whether she almost died because of falling down the stairs or because of shame. She also can’t decide whether it was her worst day because her debut was ruined or her best because the man she came to love actually noticed her… and saved her.

That was the day when Jacques’ dilemma started.

That was the day he realized how dangerously tempting she is.

That was the day when he started building his walls.

Until one day, she came unannounced to his office, applying—no, begging to be his personal secretary. The idea was absurd. Her family has their own empire. She can be the boss, if she’d like to. But she insisted that she needed the job. She wants to start from scratch, far from the influence and power of his parents.

She looked so determined, like a tigress. She looked like she can devour him and he will gladly agree. That was the day when his long-time secretary was assigned to a different position and was replaced by a satisfied defiant Mercadejas heiress.

It was supposed to be a strictly-professional relationship between a boss and a secretary but poor Mr. Riego can’t help but be distracted by the way Ms. Mercadejas bites her lip or roll her eyes or simply exist.

And the first moment he got a taste of those sinful lips of hers, was the moment he damned all his rules and his principles.