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“Well, fuck me, Mama.”

My hands still against my thighs.

There’s no pretending I don’t know exactly what he’s looking at. His eyes start at my boots and take their sweet fucking time working their way up, lingering everywhere they shouldn’t before finally meeting mine in the mirror.

The corner of my mouth pulls up. “You done?”

“Not even fucking close.” He abandons the last few buttons and comes up behind me, hands finding my hips. “You planning on actually wearing this shit to the festival?”

“That is generally why I put clothes on.”

“Nah.” His gaze drops again in the mirror, completely shameless. “Pretty sure you put this on specifically to fuck with me.”

I turn my head slightly. “Not everything is about you, Papi.”

“Maybe not.” His thumbs drag slowly over my hips. “But that dress is about to become a very serious fucking problem for me.”

A laugh slips out before I can stop it. “Control yourself.”

“I am.” He leans closer, mouth hovering beside my ear. “That’s why it’s still on you.”

Heat creeps beneath my skin.

Pendejo.

I turn in his arms and fix the front of his shirt, mostly because one side of his collar is folded under and definitely not because I need something to do with my hands.

His eyes stay on my face.

“You keep looking at me like that and we’re going to be late.”

“Worth it.”

“No.”

“Five minutes.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Three.”

I flatten his collar against his chest. “You’re negotiating with yourself.”

“Two and a half. Final offer.”

“Ay, Dios mío.” I give his chest a shove, but he catches my waist before I get anywhere. “I have a fucking set to play.”

His grin eases slightly at that.

“I know.”

Something about the way he says it makes me look up.

His hands stay on my hips, but the filthy look softens around the edges. “You nervous?”

I consider lying.

He waits.