“Corbin, your room will be upstairs,” Marco said as we walked from the SUV to the front door of the Reyes mansion. “And Alexa, yours will be—”

“Alexa and I will stay in the same room,” I cut him off.

“You prefer to sleep in the same bed as your whore?” he asked. “Interesting.”

I couldn’t quite make out Marco’s expression in the moonlight, but he seemed slightly irritated. Knowing him, he was probably planning on making a stealth move to Eva’s room later that night, and no way in hell was I allowing that to happen.

“Well I sure as hell didn’t bring this hot piece of ass here just to look at. Although the view is nice,” I smirked and noticed Marco’s glance drifting to Eva as she walked in front of us. His eyes lingered on her beautiful figure, and I couldn’t say I blamed him for looking considering how hot she was in her little denim short shorts.

As we entered the house, I slipped my hand down to the small of Eva’s back. Marco’s gaze drifted to my hand. A porter entered the house, carrying our bags. He walked past us and started up the stairs.

“Good night then, Marco,” I said. “It’s late. We’ll talk business tomorrow. Will Luis be here?”

“We will see, cabrón Corbin. Get some rest,” Marco returned, and I noted that he did not directly answer my question.

“Goodnight Marco,” Eva added in a sing-song tone.

“Goodnight Alexa,” Marco said, with much more enthusiasm than he had spoken the words to me.

We followed the porter and maid upstairs to our room. It was spacious—as big as the suites I had stayed at in Las Vegas. He opened up the sliding door to the balcony outside, and the crisp night air streamed in. The maid showed us the bathroom, living room, and hot tub on the balcony. “Guest room” was an understatement. This was excess at its finest. Luis Reyes surely had created this room for the express purpose of impressing his honored, high rolling drug-dealing guests staying here.

And, I for one, was decently fucking impressed. Incredible what drug money would buy.

The maid left and the porter closed the door, finally leaving Eva and I alone. She took off her earrings and placed them on top of the dresser. I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulders, slipping my fingers under her black spaghetti strap. I gave her a light massage for a minute or so. She didn’t say anything. She just breathed deeply.

While my thumbs made slow circles on her back and neck, I looked around the room once more. What I saw in the corner opposite us in the ceiling set alarm bells off in my head.

A camera. He set up a goddamn camera in here.

The fucking voyeur. I hadn’t met Luis Reyes, but I already didn’t like him. And I wouldn’t doubt that he’d given Marco access to that footage as well. We could not fall out of our roles, even when we were alone in our own room.

This was going to make things interesting.

Eva took hold of my hands and spun around to face me.

“So, cabrón Corbin,” she said, speaking the words with her perfect accent. “You know what we agreed on. When we’re alone you can’t be touching—”

“It’s hot,” I cut her off. “We should shower off before bed.”

“We should?” she raised her eyebrows.

“Yes, we should,” I said emphatically, leaving no room for argument.

Being out of character with a camera pointing right at me could spell a quick end to our plan, and our lives, so I took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. While I waited for the water to heat up, I took off my shirt.

Eva crossed her arms. “Corbin, out there I don’t care how much of an asshole you want to be, but when we are alone you don’t have to—” I wrapped my arms around her and covered her mouth with mine. There she went with that damn sass again. She held out her arms away from me, refusing to even touch me with them before pushing me off her.

“What are you doing?” she said sternly.

“Shhhh,” I said, taking off my boxers. “I need you to trust me.”

“Fine. You want to do this? You want it your way?” She rolled her eyes and started to wiggle her way out of those tight denim shorts.

I stepped into the shower and inspected the walls, which were an old fashioned design made up of alternating blue and white tile. I found it highly unlikely Luis had bugged the shower, unless he was the most paranoid guy on the face of the earth. I had to duck down under the shower rack, as the plumbing in this mansion was clearly not made for anyone over six feet tall like me.

Eva disrobed in a hurry. Seeing her naked skin made my cock twitch. Not this time big guy. I sent him thoughts of sports and teletubbies, the most non-sexual things I could think of.

Eva reluctantly stepped in the shower and joined me, her frown denoting that she was ready to slap me.

She leaned in and I took the opportunity to whisper loudly in her ear. “Eva, there is a camera above the bed. The room is bugged. We cannot fall out of character.” Her eyes narrowed and I saw the wheels turning. We switched places so she was under the water, and I feigned needing to lather myself with some soap.

“And the shower is probably the only place we can talk safely,” Eva finished my thought.

“Exactly.”

“So you don’t want to fuck me in the shower.”

The way she said the words, I thought I sensed a slight bit of disappointment. I smirked a little. Not like the thought hadn’t entered my mind.

“That’s not what I’m thinking about right now. Although I do think it would be a good idea to make some skin slapping noises and some grunts in here, just to cover our bases. You know, stuff that could be picked up outside.”

She held onto my shoulder and got onto her tippy toes to speak directly into my ear, her soft, wet flesh pushing into my body. “You think Marco will actually be listening to us?”

“I’ve known Marco a long time, and the guy is a freak,” I said. “It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he is getting his kicks watching a sex tape of us.”

“I mean his mustache is pretty fucking weird. And the way he’s always looking at me…”

“Exactly. He’s like a lot of guys with access to unlimited money with a lot of power—the only things that turn him on anymore are those things he can’t have. And since you’re with me, he can’t have you. And it’s driving him crazy. You can see it in his eyes.”

I switched places again with Eva. This time our bodies rubbed against each other and she grabbed hold of my hip, then rubbed her wet upper thigh between my legs.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“Keeping my balance,” she answered coyly, flashing a flirty smile at me.

Those eyes. Fuck.

“You better keep your hands off me or you’re asking for it.”

She smiled. “For what?”

“Nothing,” I said, doing my best to ignore the fact that most of my blood was flowing directly to my penis. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.

She glanced down between my legs. I was wrong.

“That’s all it takes? Just me grazing your hip? You’re like a teenaged boy for God’s sake.”

“Around you, I am. But we’re not doing this, don’t worry. I just have to work a little penis voodoo.”

I concentrated on thinking of anything besides Eva’s gorgeous, voluptuous body in front of me, her entire body soaking wet. She had one hand on her big, round breasts just on the bottom border of my peripheral vision. Her wet blonde hair fell behind her head like this was some stupid rom-com and we were in the rain, waiting for our first kiss.

The difference was I knew exactly what kissing Eva felt like. Hell, I knew what everything felt like. That was definitely not rom-com sex we had one month ago.

I needed to be thinking of anything else besides Eva. But I couldn’t. It was hard. It was fucking hard.

And yes, it was fucking hard, too.

“Well, it appears we have a big problem here, don’t we,” she smiled, amused at my failed attempt to make my erection go away.

“Ah, just give me a few minutes to meditate…or something.” I’d never meditated. I had no idea why I said that.

“I’ve been thinking. We had better put on a show for Marco when we get out there.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Just kissing, that’s it.”

“Good idea. Just kissing? Maybe we should buck a little bit to make sure it’s convincing. You know, grind our bodies together and make some ooh’s and aah’s.”

“I’m quite good at faking orgasms. I did it for years with my ex.”

“Perfect. I bet you’ve been dying to put that skill set to good use, and now you can. Just be warned, I’m not going to go easy on you with this fake sex.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” she batted her eyes at me.

“Oh and Alexa,” I ran my hand through her thick, wet hair. “The minute I turn this shower head off, you don’t break character. Not for a second.”

“Don’t worry, papi,” she said. “If it’s a show Marco wants, a show he’ll get.”

We locked eyes, and for a split second, I forgot everything. I forgot I was in Mexico, only here to get out of serving a jail sentence. For a moment, there was just Eva and I.

I turned the water off and took a deep breath.

In that moment, I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted a woman before.