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��Miguel, you don��t understand . . .�� She moaned as he slipped his tongue in her mouth. ��Uh huh.�� He heard her while savoring the moment of kissing her. ��Miguel, I��I don��t know what went wrong. Eric and I have gone sour.�� She dropped her head. ��Kay, look at me.�� He lifted her chin with a curled finger. ��Forget about Eric. Let me cast away your sorrow. Let me make you feel better when you wake up tomorrow.�� He kissed her again to shush her; she will not refuse him; he won��t have it; he got to have her tonight, he wants to make love to her. Miguel had lain down on his bed with Kay. He planted himself on top of her and started stripping off her clothes.

Kay wasn��t able to resist him; she needn��t to be reminded of her troubles. For once she want to give her night to Miguel. ��Oh, Miguel . . .�� She whimpered and quivered. ��Kay, let me make you feel better.�� He caressed her soft skin with his an pressed his body closer to hers. Oh, how she ache for him to be inside her. She��d always longed for them to reunite.

��Miguel, please make love to me.�� She pleaded.

Miguel heard her last sentence and granted her wish. After slowly removing their clothes, the tension between is getting stronger. The sexual chemistry between them is undeniably incredible. ��Miguel, yes! Please go on!�� She gave him the go. He climbed on top of her and his two fingers entered her delicately. She let out a soft groan. Her eyes danced with his as she had seen a smile surfacing his face. ��Am I hurting you?�� asked Miguel. She shook her head no and held onto him as if her life is about to end. ��Never let me go.�� She begged him. ��I won��t let you go. I promise.�� His fingers applied pressure to her highly sensitive area in her sweetness. She felt her body is about to explode.

��Want more, my darling Kay?�� He let out a guttural groan and tickled her dewy heated center. He can feel her being wet. ��More . . .�� He was just getting started; this is only the beginning. He��s warming her up for the best yet to come. Her hands ran down his back, massaging him tenderly. ��Kay, there are so many things I wanna do to you. Let me show you what I can do what Eric can��t do.�� He boldly remark. ��Miguel . . .�� He shushed her again. ��I know you want me to do this and do not say no.�� He breathed heavy on her and her breasts were erecting. She was hungering for the need of him to come in. Miguel knows that she is fired up for their affair.

His throbbing shaft invited him to corrupt her sweetness by giving her every surgical thrust that will apply all the pressure she need in order to feel like she is floating on ecstasy. She breathed out as he breathed in. He��s feeling every detail from the movement of her skin.

��Miguel . . .�� Kay��s mind is on a natural high.

He didn��t talk, he played out his action . . . he kept on doing what he yearned to do. Satisfy her; quench her desire; setting her on fire. Taking her higher and higher. She feel like she is floating on cloud nine.

She was clinging onto Miguel. Feeling extraordinarily exuberant. His hips undulating with hers and their bodies are having a body language: only their bodies could understand. He was working her slowly and releasing the tension she��s been having for so long. ��Keep it coming!�� She let out a sensual moan, letting him know that she is able to let him do anything he wanted.

��Kay, let me do more for you . . .�� He whispered huskily in her ear. She felt a tingle rushing up and down her spine.
��Kay, you��re so beautiful.�� He pumped on her again; pushing her against the bed. Her expression told him how much she wanted it; she wanted him. ��Yes,�� her nails sunk in his back from holding him so tight. He didn��t mind it; he loved it; adored it. His lips tickled her tender breasts. Sucking on her nipples with creamy delight. Sopping them like a Nestle morsel. Making her buds plump and craving for more of his touch. He rolled his eyes in the back of his head when she grabbed his buttocks. She squeezed them playfully. Making him shiver with excitement.

��Kay��what are you doing to me?�� He cooed at her sexy moves. ��I��m doing what you wanted me to do, Miguel. You��ve asked for it. She said through her interrupted begging. Speaking in tongues were what they��re doing. He carried her with his strong arms as her legs were wrapped around his waist. Slammed her back to the wall, gently. She screamed in pleasure.

��Don��t stop . . . oh. Yes! Yes! YES!�� She hollered. Still doing their routine, Miguel and Kay can feel the big one coming. They kept pushing harder and harder; further and further. They reached it: they��ve reached their climax. They felt an explosion coming from one another, blowing their minds out. The next morning, Miguel woke up and he found out Kay wasn��t there. ��Where could she��d gone?�� He scratched his head. ��I��m right here.�� She jumped on top of him, kissing him. ��I��I didn��t hear you coming��where were you?��

Kay explained:
��Miguel, I was taking a shower and I am fixing you some breakfast. Do you have a problem with that?�� She beamed.
��Not at all.�� He blinked at her twice.

��Do you regret last night?�� wondered Miguel. Kay stared at him. ��No, do you?�� Her voice cracked.

��No! No! Sweetheart, I enjoyed you last night! Baby, I was hoping we were going out tonight . . .�� Miguel smiled like a Cheshire cat. ��We are?�� She asked blankly.

��Yes. I have made reservations . . .out of town.�� He hinted. ��That way no one will get suspicious.�� Kay concluded. ��You got it.�� He answered briefly. She giggled and rushed down stairs and Miguel frowned. ��Damn, she beat me.�� He went into the bathroom to take a shower. Kay decided to answer the door. ��Yes?�� She looked at the delivery man. ��I��m delivering this to Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald. Is he here?�� He asked. ��Yes, but he��s in the shower. I can sign it for him.�� The delivery man smiled at the tall beauty signing and she told him goodbye.

She recognized one of the letters. ��This is it. Miguel is going to learn the truth . . .�� She marveled and stepped into the kitchen.

��Damn, I hope she��s not mad at me for taking too long in the shower.�� He smiled to himself and glanced at himself in the mirror. Coming his hair, dabbing himself with his favorite cologne. He flashed his killer smile and is prepared to see Kay downstairs.

He can smell french toast, bacon, and eggs. He pushed the door open. ��Hey, Kay.�� He kissed her cheek and took one piece of bacon from the plate. ��Gee, Miguel. I didn��t think you were that hungry.�� She snickered. ��Cute.�� He laughed out loud.

��Where are you going?�� Kay grimaced. I��m going to the living room to see if there is any mail for me today.�� He walked out and picked up the mail that was waiting for him.

Kay��s nervousness is prominent and she can��t stand the suspense. Sooner or later, Miguel will learn the truth that
Joseph is not his son, but Eric��s. When he finds out, how will he react?�� Kay watched him coming in and sitting down as she fixed his plate and gave him some orange juice. ��Thanks Kay.�� He barely spoken.

��Aren��t you going to dig in?�� Kay said, chewing her food. ��Yeah, I will.�� He started to eat. ��This is really good. I didn��t realize I was famished.�� She kept her eyes on him and couldn��t believe how much he has eaten. Her nerves started kicking in after he had finished with his plate. He skimmed through the mail and he noticed the words printed on the manila envelope: IMPORTANT!! OPEN IMMEDIATELY! ��Hmm, I wonder what this could be about?�� Miguel ripped the manila envelope with his letter opener and took out the paper. His eyes started reading the paper and they grew wider when he got to the last part. ��Miguel, what��s wrong?�� Kay sounded worried.

Silence.

��Miguel?��

Silence again.

��Miguel, tell me what��s bothering you?�� Kay is getting scared.

Silence is ringing for the last time. ��Miguel??�� Kay is really frightened now.

Miguel stood up and knocked over the table with everything on it as Kay moved back; trembling to death. She knew right then and there, he learnt the truth.