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“Ramón gasped at the sight of her. The tight red dress she wore hugged her curves, worshipped them as if her body was a church. I feel a religious experience coming on.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“You did what you had to do. Nothing works out perfectly in the ballroom world.”
― Alana Albertson, Love Waltzes In

“Guau. The girl in the garden was breathtakingly gorgeous. She had a petite frame, dark iridescent skin, and magnetic energy. Her haunting espresso-colored eyes hypnotized him. Ramón had to force himself to stop staring at her fabulous cleavage. But her curves didn't stop there. That ass was the kind that songs were written about. He could write one about her right now.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“The hot water cascaded down his body, and his thoughts again turned to the captivating and mysterious girl who'd fled his house. He hadn't even seen her face without makeup, though he wished he had. Her lips were full, her breasts were beautiful, and her ass was round. And the way she kissed with her delicious mouth had driven Ramón wild.
His hand reached down to stroke his throbbing cock. Oh, how he wished it was her delicate fingers wrapped around his length, or better yet, her mouth.
Yeah, that was it. He wanted to fuck her mouth.
The soft tongue of hers licking his tip, teasing him until he couldn't resist her any longer. Juliet on her knees in front of him, deep throating him. Her eyes locked on his as she took him deeper and deeper.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Maybe you are meant to learn something from each other. We don’t always fall in love with someone who is like ourselves. It would be too easy.”
― Alana Albertson, Love Waltzes In

“And when the music died, life was always a little less bright, waiting for the next turn on the sprung, hardwood floor.”
― Alana Albertson, Love Waltzes In

“Make love to me."
He laced his fingers with hers and rocked slowly in and out. Pleasure replaced the pain as they moved together, finding their own lovely rhythm.
She loved this. Not just the sex, but the intimacy. Having him on top of her. This special dance they engaged in that was just between them.
He looked into her eyes. "You're incredible."
And now they belonged to each other.
His pace quickened and she let herself go. Her joy came in waves, like it had earlier, but this time it was different.
She was lost in this moment, lost in Enrique.
How could anything feel so amazing?
Her heart beat so loudly, she was certain he could hear it. Blood coursed through her body; she was on fire as he rubbed her clit. Pleasure prickled through her veins. Over and over again.
"Come on, baby. Don't stop!" he said.
She didn't want to stop. She wanted to feel this great every day for the rest of her life. He was like a drug, and she was addicted.
He gazed deep into her eyes. Her body throbbed as she cried out.
Her thighs quivered as he pressed closer. Finally, she broke into a million pieces. "Enrique!”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Admittedly, she had recently started to question her father's rules. Her independence and education had afforded her the ability to think for herself and question old principles. And lately, she couldn't help being more combative with her papá. She wanted to challenge his ideologies and stop him from treating his wife and daughters as his property.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Carolina walked over to the private deck and turned on the Jacuzzi, the bubbles starting to bounce in the water.
Enrique followed her and brushed his hand through the water. "That looks nice, but I don't have a swimsuit."
"Neither do I," she said with a smile. She held his gaze as her sundress fell to her toes. She was standing there in nothing but the new bra and panties and heels he'd purchased at the store. The yellow lace barely covered her nipples, and the thong accentuated her perfect ass.
Enrique wanted to fuck her against the hot tub until she screamed his name. But again, he reminded himself that he needed to go slow.
"You sure? I can run down to the gift shop and buy us swimsuits."
She shook her head. "No, Enrique. I just don't want to hold back anymore, I want you." She unhooked her bra and took off her panties, revealing dark curls between her legs. The sight of this beautiful naked woman caused his cock to spring to attention.
She carefully slipped out of her shoes, stepped into the tub, and sat down.
He'd assumed she would be shy, but apparently that girl was gone.
Well then! Enrique stripped down, his cock at full attention. Her mouth opened at the sight of his naked body. He grinned and then slipped into the bubbles and sat next to her.
Enrique was about to kiss her when she straddled his thighs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
She kissed him. "I'm sure."
"Carolina... you're so beautiful."
He kissed her neck, and she tossed back her hair. His cock was pressed up against her soft belly. He so desperately wanted to be inside of her.
Her hands rubbed all over his body, and she hesitantly touched his throbbing cock underwater. Her delicate fingers felt incredible with the current from the jets.
Her nipples were glistening from the water, and he sucked on one. She moaned as he touched her pussy, sliding a finger inside of her while thumbing her clit. God, she was tight.
"Enrique. That feels so good."
He smirked. "You haven't seen anything yet." He lifted her to sit on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs as he knelt on the seat inside.
She shook her head and closed her legs. "Oh, I don't know if I'll like that."
He laughed. "Yeah, you will."
She bit her lower lip. "Do you like doing it?"
"Babe, I've been dying to eat your pussy since I met you."
Her jaw dropped and her cheeks seemed redder, but maybe that was from the heat of the spa. "Enrique! That mouth!"
He grinned. "My dirty mouth speaks the truth. Now spread your legs and relax."
She cautiously opened her legs.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“His lips were sweet and gentle. As their mouths moved softly against each other, her heart swelled. Oh, this... this was divine.
His tongue gently pushed against her lips as if it wanted to gain entry. She had assumed that this would've been a quick, obligatory lips-only kiss, but she was pleasantly surprised she was wrong. She wanted more, more of him, more of his heat. She opened her mouth for him, and damn. He tasted like the rum from the ponche, and he smelled like freshly chopped firewood. Adrenaline pulsed through her body as he explored her mouth and pressed his hard body against her soft one.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“His hands dropped down to her thighs. He kissed her belly, and then blew kisses in between her legs. She experienced nothing but pleasure as he made her body sing.
He licked her like he had the other night, and she gasped. She clutched his hair. He touched her bud and stroked her. It felt amazing, and she wanted him to lick her forever, but she didn't know if she was being selfish. She hadn't done anything to pleasure him.
She sat up and pulled him next to her. "You don't have to do that again. We can just have sex. Or I can try to do it to you, though I don't know how to."
"Babe, sex isn't just about penetration. I want to please you. I love this. You taste so damn sweet. I want you to enjoy yourself and do anything that feels good. I want you to come in my mouth again."
"Enrique!" she gasped, her cheeks turning red as she was laughing. She had never talked freely about sex. And she loved how open he was being with her.
He smiled. "You're mine now. And I think you're sexy as hell. I'm going to tell you every chance I get--- how much I want you, how badly I wanted to touch you from the second I saw you. How you have the most incredible plump ass. How much I want to eat your pussy."
She exhaled. "I've never seen myself as sexy or attractive. But you... you're a god." She rubbed her hand down his abs and stroked his cock. "I've fantasized about this since I met you."
He grinned and kissed her neck. "I can pretty much guarantee not as much as I have. Now relax, babe."
He kissed her back down to her belly, and in between her thighs. Sweet heat. He licked her pussy and her breath quickened. Her moans came rapidly. He rubbed her nipples with his free hand as she clutched the sheets, writhing against his tongue. She looked down at Enrique, who was settled between her legs, lapping at her as if she were his oasis in the middle of the fields.
She took a deep breath and did exactly as he said.
Relax.
As she loosened up, pressure built between her legs and waves of pleasure washed over her. Her chest heaved. "Enrique. That feels really good."
He grinned. "I'm going to make you feel even better."
He rubbed her clit. She felt as if she was going to explode.
"That's it, baby. Come for me."
Carolina closed her eyes and let go. The intensity pulsed through her as her body shook and ecstasy took over. "Ah, Enrique!”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Her hands glided down his body and landed on his cock.
Yes. Ramón cupped her face and kissed her again.
Julieta pulled away and dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Yeah, baby."
Her hands squeezed his ass, and she pulled down his pants and his boxer briefs. Ramón had been fantasizing about this since he'd met her.
He was already so hard. He couldn't wait to feel her mouth around him.
She kissed around the base of his cock and licked the tip.
"Stop teasing me."
She licked down his length and spat on her hand before she grasped him. Ah, that felt so good.
A few more kisses on the head, and he was dying with anticipation. She finally took him in her mouth.
He exhaled, enjoying the moment of pleasure. Having her eyes locked on his was almost enough to send him over the edge. Her mouth was so hot. The pressure built in his balls.
"That's it, baby. Don't stop. Just like that."
Her head bobbed up and down, taking him deep. She created a seal with her lips.
Ramón took control. He held her right where he wanted as he fucked her mouth. He thrust deeper. He was right on the edge.
"I'm going to come, baby."
He tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let him. She sucked him so hard, so deep. He finally let go, and she swallowed.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Maybe I'd never had a good hookup before. Maybe other girls had smooth, scorching sex like that all the time. Maybe it was No Big Deal and I was pathetic to think it had been something it wasn't.”
― Alana Albertson, Mistletoe and Magick

“I'll be your fake boyfriend whether you kiss me or not."
His hand grazed the small of her back, the tension between them almost magnetic as he continued, "But I hope you will."
She licked her lower lip, and her breath faltered. "You're not wrong. I like you. You're kind. And you're weirdly sweet. And..." Her gaze fixed on his mouth, then flicked back to his eyes. "You have amazing lips."
"So do you," he replied, and stroked a lock of her hair off her face.
He grinned and leaned into her. "Kiss me, mi amor.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Ramón kissed slowly down her body. His touch was gentle, but the teasing was unbearable. Julieta was going to explode. He spread her legs wide and licked her as pleasure throbbed through her. She thrashed around on the bed as he drove her out of her mind with delight.
She was almost there when he stopped, leaving her breathless. She caught the hungry look in his eye.
She pulled him up and knelt in front of him. She couldn't wait to suck his cock.
She gripped the base and took him deep.
Ramón groaned but nudged her head off him. "I want you."
Julieta's body was on fire.
Ramón was so gorgeous naked. His dark skin accentuated every muscle. He was an Aztec god. And she couldn't wait for him to conquer her.
He grabbed a condom and pulled it on.
She lay back, and he kissed her neck as she welcomed him deep into her soul.
"Oh, Ramón."
His hard body pressed against hers as his rhythm quickened. She screamed in ecstasy.
Ramón kissed her neck and then slid out slowly. Julieta ached without him. He sat up on the bed.
"Ride me."
Julieta slowly lowered herself onto him, inch by inch. She gasped. He filled her perfectly.
"Let me look at you," he said.
She smiled and then he smiled. And they both laughed. They kissed, and she started rubbing her clit against him, the tension sending pulses of pleasure through her brain.
He sucked on her nipples, and Julieta was almost over the edge of ecstasy. His hands clutched her bottom as he guided her rhythm. She threw her head back in abandon.
Julieta never wanted this moment to end. She was so close.
"Ay, Ramón!"
He held her close, and she came harder than she ever had as he grunted in pleasure.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“The bass from the music vibrated into the floor. Carolina came alive with the movement. She swayed back and forth, swinging her hips and twirling in his arms. Enrique grabbed her by the waist and spun her around a few times. She placed her hand on his chest, which sent a jolt through his body.
She was so damn sexy. His hand lowered to her incredible ass.
Enrique leaned in and kissed her on the neck. "You're so hot, babe."
She grinned and tossed back her hair in a quick dip before he swept her close again. Enrique imagined she would look just like this in bed--- carefree, passionate, and wild.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Time to feast.
Enrique grasped her waist and planted kisses in between her thighs. Then he slowly licked her, savoring her sweet taste. He licked and licked again, picking the pace. She was quiet at first, then her hand dropped and rubbed the back of his head.
"Ay, Enrique. Wow."
He licked her sweet clit as she came alive under his mouth. Her body trembled, and he'd never seen anything sexier in his life than watching her above him.
Her breath came more rapidly, and her chest began to heave. She was so fucking hot, and she tasted like sweet sex. The fact that she had never been with anyone but him, that no one had ever made her moan, drove Enrique wild. This was his woman and only his woman.
What if he was the only man to ever touch her? Ever?
He pushed that thought out of his head.
"That's my girl."
Enrique pressed his finger into her beautiful pussy. It was so damn tight. He couldn't wait to feel her clench around his cock. But for now, he just wanted to make her come.
He sucked on her clit as he worked her pussy. He could sense that she was close, but he was in no rush. He could eat her all night.
Her thighs trembled and Enrique pressed his tongue flat against her.
"Ay, Dios mío!"
She came all over his face, and he lapped up her juices. After catching her breath, a gorgeous smile graced her face as he pulled back, loving the beautiful sight in front of him.
"You're right. I loved it.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“He picked her up, took her into the bedroom, and placed her on the bed. Wow---it was like a floating cloud.
Ramón reclaimed her lips before his mouth left hers to blaze a path down her body. Heat pooled in her belly as he made his descent. He leaned in to lavish attention on her right nipple, licking around in circle before sucking on it, and then her left. Julieta moaned as he worked his magic. Her buds hardened against the softness of his tongue. She came alive under his mouth, writhing beneath. This entire night seemed like such a fantasy, and it was only going to get better.
His hand caressed her body, and he cupped her ass. She ran her hands through his thick black hair as he guided his mouth down to her panties. Julieta's core throbbed for him.
The sight of his wide shoulders and strong back was almost enough to put her over the edge. She couldn't wait to ravage him---kiss down his chest, pleasure him, but Ramón was in control, and he was focused only on her.
He kissed her belly and settled in between her legs. His lips pressed against her black lace panties, the heat of his mouth igniting her fire. He planted more kisses on her, focusing now on her thighs. Julieta was out of her mind with lust.
"Stop teasing me."
She wanted Ramón's mouth on her, and she wanted it now. She began to remove her panties, but Ramón quickly got the hint and took them off.
He looked up at her, and a devilish grin graced his face. "Tell me what you want, babe."
"Cómeme."
"My pleasure." He began to lick her, starting with her thighs, before lapping in between her lips. Slow and sweet, deep and dirty, Julieta wanted all of him.
Ramón's tongue pressed against her clit, and she gasped, a flash of pleasure overtaking her. "Ah, Ramón."
"You taste so sweet." He hummed against her, and she ran her fingers through his hair, holding him as his tongue worked its magic.
She cried out, desperate for release. Julieta wanted this moment---not just the intimacy, but the night---to last forever. Ramón was every fantasy she had ever had wrapped up into one---strong, sexy, sweet, and oh so skilled.
His deep voice, his capable hands, his delicious mouth. Perfection.
She completely surrendered to him.
"Ramón." She couldn't hold back any longer, as he edged her over the top. One final lick and a wave of ecstasy crashed through her followed by shivers of joy radiating through her entire body.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“The second Ramón closed the door, he pushed Julieta against the wall.
His hands gripped her waist, and he pulled off her bikini bottoms.
He loved eating her pussy.
"Ramón!"
She was so wet. She moaned as he devoured her. Once she was right where he wanted her, Ramón stopped.
He grabbed a condom, slipped it over his cock, and turned her around so her hands were against the wall.
He removed her bikini top, then squeezed her incredible ass. She was naked except for her mesh coverup, which was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
He rubbed her pussy again, and she was so wet, so ready for him.
Ramón teased her with the tip of his cock.
"Please, just fuck me."
He slowly slid in and reached around and rubbed her clit. She moaned as she pressed her ass back against him.
Ramón was in heaven inside her. He fucked her harder and harder, and she was so loud.
"Ay, Dios mío. Don't stop."
He squeezed her nipple while working her clit, until her pussy clamped around him. She came, and Ramón did, too.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Mamá. I have spent my entire life doing what is right. I went to church every Sunday, I worked in the fields, I got straight A's in school, I went to college and commuted home to save on bills and preserve my reputation, and I even raised enough money to buy the farm so I could take care of the family. But now, I want some freedom because I've earned it. I don't want to be courted and married to some man I don't even know if I'm compatible with. I don't even know if I want to get married. Ever. It's fine if Blanca feels comfortable preserving this tradition--- but I don't. Not even if it makes you happy."
Mamá's eyes bugged, and she yelled at her eldest daughter. "You will not disrespect me in my house!"
Carolina laughed. "Well, it's my house, actually. But that's fine. I don't need it."
Blanca's jaw dropped. "Cari! Stop."
"No. I should've done this years ago." Carolina turned and walked toward the living room.
"Carolina! Get back here at once!" her mom called out, but she didn't respond.
Enrique was sitting at the dining room table, wringing his hands, his forehead wrinkled, his fists clenched.
Her father had him cornered. "So, Enrique, do you see yourself married in the next year?"
Being interrogated by Papá was something Carolina wouldn't wish on her worst enemy.
"Enrique, let's go."
Enrique's brows raised as he stood. "Where?"
Carolina looked at her father, then back to Enrique, then back to her father. She had created this fake relationship as a ruse to keep her family happy. What she was about to do would instead possibly tear them apart--- but it had to be done. Enrique had made her want things she hadn't really wanted with another man before.
There was no going back. The time was now.
"Out on a real date.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Alma focused. She went behind the tall wood-carved bar and straightened the tequila bottles. She loved the colors and designs of the containers--- brightly colored, some were even hand-painted. Her favorite bottle was a white ceramic one painted with intricate blue leaves. The shape of the bottle resembled the curves of a woman, and the liquor itself was just as robust, just as refined--- truly the intersection of quality and art.
She signaled her bar manager, Lupe, to turn the music on, to which Lupe quickly obliged. The melodic sounds of one of her favorite Spanish ballads filled the air; the singer's deep baritone voice almost as intoxicating as the liquor in the place.
Almost.
A waft from the kitchen danced through her nostrils. Though this was a tequila bar, Mezcalifornia was known for its happy hour. They served mostly the usual fare that you would expect--- small carnitas street tacos, fresh-charred corn dressed with a tangy garlic sauce and garnished with cotija cheese, mini ahi tostadas, and of course, guacamole. She hadn't wanted a typical sit-down restaurant with gourmet food and a wine list. Been there, done that.
No. She wanted a vibe. A destination. An experience.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“So, that was who you gave your tacos to. You shouldn't be giving your tacos to strangers.”
― Alana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“There was a lot of ignorance then, as there still is today, and people fear what they don't understand. Fear turns to hate very easily and people who live on the fringes of society are always targets.”
― Alana Albertson, Mistletoe and Magick

“She bent down to smell a red rose when a deep male voice interrupted her, causing her heart to leap into her throat.
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
Ay, Dios mio. Her pulse ratcheted back down. Did he really just quote Romeo and Juliet? What a player. She looked up.
Whoa---sexy dead mariachi alert! Was she dreaming? Her heart stuttered.
A tall man with a strong jawline and twinkling dark eyes framed by impossibly long eyelashes stood before her. He was definitely handsome, even though his face was obscured by makeup. His charro suit seemed painted on his muscular body.
He winked at her, which caused her to grin unabashedly.
The shiny silver buttons on the sides of his tight black pants outlined his legs. She couldn't help but stare at his strong thighs... and that huge bulge in his pants.
Breathe, Julieta, breathe.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“What would Ramón look like shirtless? His body had been so firm against hers... Would his abs be chiseled into a six-pack? His chest warm and kissed golden-brown from our ancestors? She bet he had a sexy happy trail that led down to his---”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“And Mexican regional specialties had originated in other cultures anyway---pan dulces were influenced by the French, and al pastor was based on lamb shawarma from the Lebanese. Cooking was about experimentation and innovation.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Her dog, Taco, greeted her at the door and wagged his nubby tail. He was a black and brown Min Pin that Julieta had found near a dumpster six months ago. He'd had mange and a cloudy eye. Mamá had at first refused to let her keep him, but Julieta had stood up to her and nursed him back to health.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Julieta didn't understand the appeal of crunching numbers all day and schmoozing at golf courses. She preferred to be creative. She loved experimenting with classic cooking techniques and swapping in nontraditional ingredients. She had just perfected a recipe of lavender flan that she planned to put on the menu next week.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“A couple of cats lounged in the window cuddled up next to a fluffy white dog. Out back, there was a tiny Chihuahua sunbathing with some black mutt.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Ramón examined the plate carefully and even lifted it to smell the tacos. There was no fishy scent at all---just a heavenly aroma of ocean mixed with heat. A crispy, yet not greasy, corn tortilla enveloped the fried and battered fish, garnished with lime, avocado, crema, cabbage, and pico de gallo, which was as fresh as his beloved abuela's salsa.
Ramón squeezed lime on the taco, raised it to his mouth, and took the first bite. The crunch of the cabbage contrasted with the soft avocado. But the real star was the fish. Crispy, spicy, and delicious. The buttery flesh melted in his mouth.
Ramón devoured both tacos in a matter of minutes.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta