Chapter 29

Pablo's POV

It was an impression. I couldn't give you a certainty because you should never judge a book by its cover. It is obvious that most of those women one day dreamed of normal and dull sex. Some kind of love that lasted "even when the person fucked badly", and that was worth it. My guess about whether or not she wants something stronger could be pure machismo. So I stopped thinking about it. Although not imagining myself in Ramirez's situation was not possible at the moment.

The woman bounced and shook against his lap, panting more for fatigue than for excitement. Ramirez moaned below her, and I made a face. The woman had enjoyed the moment with her fingers, but she was hating that shit. Her face didn't hide her discontent. Ramirez did not make the slightest effort to move his hips close to her, to make the lonely sound of her sitting become a clapping of her skins. Honestly, I was stunned by his lack of attitude.

The woman was also upset about that, because