Julian Morris as Janos Cavanaugh III

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Fighting Temptation: Capítulo Sei

"How nice it must be to be able to have your own private jet." I snorted as I step foot onto said plane, wondering where everyone else was. "Oi, Tony, where is everyone at?" I looked forward, not wanting to turn around and get stuck in the enigma that is Antonio Esposito. "Just you and I." He replied in a smooth tone, his mysterious aura heightening the maddening lust that was pooling in the core of my stomach.

Fucking fuck and Damiana had the audacity to stuff my bag with XXL condoms and blue raspberry flavored lube.

I mean, who knew what the future would bring?

I had to fight the urge to drool as the scent of his Calvin Klein cologne drifted into my nostrils. I tightened my grip on the handrail that I was holding on, in order to keep my sanity at normal levels. Last night, before I packed my bags to go on this trip, I may or may not have jerked off in my bathroom to the grip of his hand on my waist and I may or may not have prayed to the deities to give me the strength to get through these 4 days.

Being this close to Antonio, I realized, was giving me erections that lasted for long periods of time. There were no words to describe the want that I felt for this man. All of a sudden, I felt a warm hand on the small of my back and my heart fluttered as I turned my head, brown meeting hazel. "Good?" A succulent, smooth voice wafted over my ears as I looked at him with a dopey grin, nodding like the idiot I was. "Yes." I muttered breathlessly, amazed that he took my breath away with every flick of his eyes. His gaze dipped down to my parted lips as I took in more air, wondering where the oxygen went. His pupils dilated as he took in a sharp breath, white canines biting into the edge of his pink bottom lip as his gaze traveled back up to my eyes, a sign of desperate need. Then his voice dripped with hot, burning lust as he nodded his head for me to follow his instructions. "Sit."

No need to tell me twice, papito.

I all but scrambled to the seat which had my name written on a card. I sat down, my heart beating rapidly as my butt relaxed into the soft cushion of the seat, spreading my legs out among the mass space before me. Looking around the well stylish jet, it made me wonder what mysteries that the enigma Antonio Esposito had behind him. This man was decked out in a Giorgio Armani suit everyday, smelling like sin dripped in chocolate, looking like God carved him from the finest crystals and damn, if he didn't blow my breath away every time I even thought of him.

"Where are you sitting?" I murmured in a cautious tone as he came back from talking to the pilot, willing myself not to sound like I had been walking in the desert for two months and was starving for a drop of water. "There." He flicked his head so gracefully, I was so thankful of the moment I caught sight of that piece of hair that fell. "Wait what?" My body ran cold as I looked to the seat within the closest proximity of me: next to me. "T-there?" I swallowed as he nodded, him raising a brow as he silently dared me to challenge him. "Oh okay." I lifted my legs so he could sit down next to me, wondering how I was going to get through a whole 7 hours with our bodies touching side by side.

I closed my eyes and I thought back to that night, the night I lost my ass virginity to him. God, was it fucking great and I wish I could do it again. Hopefully, if I think about that, I could not think about how I was about to fly in the air to my death. Aviophobia at its finest. I mean, I honestly never thought I would have to take a plane in my life so it's never come up in conversation but fuck! I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack.

"Mr. Esposito, we're ready for takeoff." Yesenia, the jet attendant said and said Adonis nodded without looking up, unaware of the despair that was currently taking place next to me. Yesenia said down in her chair by the pilot as we strapped our seatbelts on and I grabbed the handrails. "Taking off in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" The plane started to move and I gripped the handrails so tight, it felt like the blood was squirting out from the tension. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck me, fuck me..." I chanted slowly as I shut my eyes, my body frozen from the intensity of the anxiety.

Then I felt a hand peel off my fingers and intertwine mine with theirs, squeezing tightly. "Relax." A commanding yet soft voice whispered into my ear and my body all but sagged in relief as the fear disappeared from my body. Damn, this man could make rats fall to their knees for him with that voice of his. "Thanks." I muttered meekly, gripping his tight. I turned to him and looking straight into those gorgeous orbs of his, getting sucked in immediately. I don't know what it was or how he did it, but this Adonis had the ability to draw me in, forgetting everything around me. I flicked my gaze from his eyes to his lips, repeating the same cycle until I felt my core tighten with want.

Preferably his cock inside of me, thanks.

"By now," His deep voice laced with utter exoticism and dripping with eroticism as he took on a low timbre and my body jolted with need. "You've noticed that we have stopped rising." He raised a brow as he smirked and I realized that we were coasting now. "What?!" I sputtered, yanking my seat belt off and leaning over him to look out the window. We were some thousand meters in the air and the dark morning with remnants of the moon made the surface look beautiful. "How nice." I let out a small yawn, leaning back in my seat.

"Want my jacket?" He grunted out and I closed my eyes, feeling tired. "Sure, but I'd rather sit in your lap instead." I replied, not thinking through what I was saying. I was about to fall into a deep slumber, feeling his warmth on my side when all of a sudden, I felt my body being pulled and I landed on top of him. "Huh?!" I squeaked, my cheeks staining red as I looked down at him. His thick thighs were under me and if I so squirmed the wrong way, I'd feel that monster cock of his.

So we need to squirm like a fucking worm.

"Here." He shook off his suit jacket like it was nothing, using his other hand to push my body down towards his chest. "You're tired." He stated as he wrapped his jacket around my body. I blushed heavily as I leaned my head on his muscular chest, feeling far more too happy for my liking. It was hard to stray away when he did things that pulled on the strings of my heart. He gripped me tightly and I felt the warm heat radiating from his body and the smell of his cologne sent me to heaven.

"Where are we going?" I asked, rubbing my face all over his shirt like a cat. "Oh," He ran a hand through his hair as he reclined his seat, pulling out his phone as he rubbed my back. "San Juan, Puerto Rico." He said in a low tone, tinged with annoyance, though not directed at me but something else.

Didn't Damiana say he was from there?

I furrowed my eyebrows in worry as I wrapped an arm around his neck, gripping him close to me. "Don't be so upset, Tony." I whispered, feeling his body relax. "Whatever it is, I'll help you figure it out." I said and he let out a soft chuckle. "I bet." There was no disdain hidden in his tone and I wondered how I ended up in this position. "What's your favorite color?" I asked and he let out a soft sigh. "Used to be black," he replied in a deep tone. "Now, a gold brown."

For some reason, I blushed heavily as I looked up at him. "You?" He nodded to me and I looked into his beautiful eyes. "Hazel." I uttered a reply from my lips, not missing the faint pink of his cheeks. At last I knew, that it wasn't just me who felt the same way. "Sleep, Valentin." His voice sent tremors all over my spine as I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent.

I really must avoid Antonio Esposito. It wasn't doing me a good deal if I continued to fall deeper.

Somewhere along the way, I moaned at the feeling of a tongue invading my mouth, flicking its way into my cavern as desperate heat pooled in my stomach. I grasped at nothing but air as big hands roamed my body, squeezing and rubbing at every inch of skin. 'Fuck!' I mentally cursed, trying to get a handle on this but this tongue was taking me deeper and deeper, to the point of no return.

"Valentin..." A dark voice made its way into my ears and I threw my head back, wanting that voice to whisper dirty things to me. I wanted more. "Valentin..." A hand started to caress my skin slowly as the calls of my name got louder. "Valentin..." I heard once again and I moaned, moving around, squirming slowly. "Valentin..."

"I DID NOTHING!" I screeched as I opened my eyes to see baby blue walls with a cart of food by the door. "Eh?" I muttered, looking down at the silk sheets beneath my skin. "Whose shirt is this?" I questioned to myself as I looked at the red shirt I was wearing. "Mine." A deep voice pierced the air and I snapped my neck up to see the Adonis leaning against a chair in the center of the room, shirtless and I gulped as my eyes traitorously. Damn, was he a fine ass candy bar. He was making my insides melt from that dark gaze of his. It had only been 5 days and I wanted his thick cock inside of me again.

"Where are we?" I questioned and he clicked his teeth. "San Juan, the Isla Verde." We made here on time but that meant that he carried me off of the plane and he carried me inside. Damn, what strong muscles. I bit my lip as I looked at his biceps, my hands itching to get a feel of them. "Where will you sleep?" I blushed, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. He let out a harsh sigh as he handed me his iPhone X and I looked at it in confusion, realizing that there was a message from Harrison.

Maximilian Harrison:

SO SORRY, ANTONIO. The Isla Verde was booked so I could only get one room. I'm sure Ramiro would be fine hanging from a tree.

"Oh." I deadpanned. "So you're going to sleep on the couch?" I questioned as I watched him gather clothes, probably to shower. "Yes." He replied and I swallowed whatever saliva I had in my mouth, watching those muscles ripple. Gah, fucking damn. I knew my next words were going to be a little impulsive, on the horny side but my blood was boiling within and I knew my pupils were shot well past the cornea and the lust in my body increased every step he took.

"When you get done with your shower," My lips turned into a sultry smirk as Antonio turned to look over his shoulder at me, a towel in hand as he raised a sexy brow. "Why don't we share this bed together?" I asked innocently but we both knew the hidden meaning beneath my words. Judging by the sharp intake of air, he realized just exactly what I was asking.  Then he let out a deep, dark chuckle. He opened those lips of his and uttered the raspiest, sexiest words I've ever heard him say as he walked to the entrance of the bathroom.

"Wait for me, Valentin."