The biting cold of the supermarket was almost painful, a drastic difference to the heat outside. I grabbed a small trolley.

"Do you want to get your stuff and we'll meet at the till?" I asked, handing him the list Sofía had entrusted me with. He took it, looking it over.

He nodded and went on his way. Bye then?

I shook my head at him, and went on my way.

At the bananas, I felt an arm go around my waist.

"Nicolás, what are you doing?" I turned around to see an unfamiliar face, much lower than Nico's would be. "You're not Nicolás."

"I can be if you want me to," he grinned, cockney accent clear. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't Nico. But then, nobody was. Stop comparing!

"Mi amor," Nicolás's voice said from behind the guy. At the sound, the creepy guy turned to look at him and almost stepped back into me as he gazed upon Nicolás, who was practically reeking intimidation. "I found the peaches, but not the ba— Oh, they're right here." He came to stand beside me, snaking a muscular arm around my waist and drawing me into his side. He pretended to only just notice the now almost cowering man. "Who's this?"

"You, if I want him to be apparently," I mused.

"Ha ha no harm mate," he said, looking like he was about to pat Nicolás's shoulder before thinking better of it. "Just a bit of banter, wasn't it, love?"

"I did find it pretty funny," I admitted, condescendingly. "You being him. Now, that's hilarious."

He looked embarrassed at my remark, whilst I smirked and Nicolás tried to keep his own off his face. I felt his fingers slip under my top and making gentle shapes on my hip.

"I think you were going," Nicolás said, nodding toward the door.

The guy jolted into action and ran out of the shop entirely.

We both watched him go.

"What an arse," I said as we watched him walk out onto the street in front of a car, and receive a torrent of abuse in Spanish.

He twisted me in his arms so our fronts were pressed against each other. "He couldn't compare to me, hey?"

I looked up at him, "You know he couldn't," I said. "Theo James on the other hand..." I made a fanning motion with my hand. "He is mighty fine."

"Theo James hasn't seen you naked though, has he?" He whispered low enough that a passing worker didn't hear. "Hasn't heard the beautiful sound you make when you orgasm?"

I shrugged. "He could if he wanted to. Anytime, any day."

His arms tightened around me. "Oh, Julie," he cooed, making the hairs prick up on my neck and arms. "I'd be careful. I've still got one more night with you, and I might not be so gentle as last time."

Gentle? Last night was incredible, erotic, orgasmic. It was everything but gentle.

"I'm willing to chance my bets," I said, equally as low, equally as sultry. We were so close and our eyes on each other's so intense. It was like having sex with your clothes on.

I drew away from his arms and continued on my way. I looked at the list again, feeling Nicolás following close behind, every now and then 'accidentally' brushing his hand on my bum as we walked.

Each time we stopped, he'd 'accidentally' brush his front against my back. The first time, I let slide but once it happened and again and again, I knew it was more than just a coincidence.

No matter which aisle we were in, Nicolás found as excuse to get extra close by pretending to reach for something on the shelf I was in front of. And with every reach, I'd feel his muscular torso ripple, and his growing bulge against my back.

I might have told him to knock it all off if I hadn't been so turned on.

We ended up at the card section, even though that wasn't on either of our lists. But it was the section of the shop tucked away from everywhere else.

I stopped and felt Nicolás immediately slot my back into his front. He pressed himself as against me, breathing deeply into my hair. Thank god I washed it this morning.

"You trying to seduce me?" I asked, amused, turning in his arms again and letting him push me against the trolley, until it was against the wall.

"Why?" He asked, pushing our bodies even closer together and looking at me with bright eyes, "Is it working?"

I raised myself onto my tiptoes and stared at his lips, biting my own. "Not in the slightest."

"What a shame," he said, quietly. I felt his hands skirt down my sides and settle on my bum. I looked up at him as if to say 'really?' He just gave a one sided shrug and squeezed.

"A bum guy, huh?"

"I hate to give it a label," he said, smiling slightly. I rolled my eyes but laughed despite myself.

His hands travelled from my cheeks to the waist band of my shorts.

"Nicolás," I said in warning, looking around.

"Sh," he said into my neck. "Just relax."

His hands then slipped into my flowly shorts from the top and I felt them follow the curve of my arse and around to the front. He moved aside my underwear, making me hold his upper arms for support, before dipping a finger inside of me.

I moaned as quietly as I could into his ear.

Further he went, pushing himself deeper. I had to bite onto his shoulder to keep from making a noise which would alert everyone of exactly what we were doing.

"You know," I said, breathless. "I didn't come onto you this time."

"Mhm," he said. "But I just couldn't resist."

"This is like half of your 'one more time.'"

"Whatever you say," he said, placing a single kiss on my shoulder as I came undone. I leant against the trolley for support, grateful when I felt his hands hold me steady by my hips. "You're something else," he said, lips so close.

I kissed him on the mouth, surprising both him and myself. "As are you."

"Should we pay?"

I eased myself up from my slumped position, rubbing a sore spot on my back from where I'd been pressed against the trolley. He noticed at moved my hand away, kneading the flesh with his expert fingers.

"Feels nice," I said aloud, not really knowing why I had. It was just that he was that good.

"There?" He asked, rubbing exactly where I needed.

"Perfect," I muttered. "You got a chiropractor license I should know about?"

He chuckled. "No, just for you."

"Cute," I said, letting him take charge of the trolley now as we made our way to the front of the store.

I began setting the things down on the side, for the girl behind the counter to scan. She did, and I bagged each item that came my way.

"Forty euros," she said to Nicolás. I couldn't help smirking a little in amusement. The girl was pretty enough, and I was looking forward to seeing Nicolás' flirting skills in action.

Only, he paid her no mind, simply handing over the money and giving me a hand with the bags. "Ready to go?"

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"You seriously didn't notice?" I giggled, watching him laying on my bed as I swivelled to face him in my chair.

He rose and lowered his shoulders. "I'd just fing—"

"Shh!" I cut him off, jumping on the bed and him to cover my hands over his mouth.

He raised a dark eyebrow and reached up to take my hands from his mouth. "What?" He asked, still holding my hands. "No one else is here."

I scooted down the bed to lay next to him. "Oh yeah," I mumbled, embarrassed I'd forgotten that grandma was still out, Sofía was back over at her sister's house, and Rosa had gone home for the day. "Still, we don't need to go shouting about it."

He took one arm from beneath his head and laid it out on the bed. I took the opportunity and lay my head half on it, half on his chest. I felt his fingers drifting softly every now and then over my shoulder.

"I've just fingered you in the middle of a supermarket with people and cameras everywhere and now, when we're alone, you're shy?"

My breath caught in my throat and I was sure he could feel my heartbeat increase. "Cameras?"

I sat bolt upright.

My face must have been one of absolute terror.

That is, until he started laughing. As in, belly aching laughter.

"Those cameras haven't worked in about ten years," he told me.

"You big idiot," I said, straddling him and hitting him with a pillow. "I almost shit myself."

He gazed up at me, an indescribable look in his eyes, and I wasn't about to start overthinking things anymore than I already was. "Pretty funny, though."

"Hilarious," I muttered, sarcastically.

We stared at each other for a moment, before he reached a hand up and cupped my cheek. His thumb swept over it, tenderly. I bent down toward him.

As soon as I was close enough to reach, he tilted his head upward and connected his lips with my own. My eyes fluttered shut on their own accord as I let him take control.

It didn't take long for him to flip us, so that I was now pressed into the bed and he was pressed into me. I played with the hem of his shirt and gave a small tug as he continued dominating my tongue with his. He got the hint pretty quickly, and pulled it over his head. I licked my lips at the sight of his torso. I didn't think the number of times I would see it mattered; I think I'd always be in complete awe of the sight each and every time.

He returned his lips to mine, sucking until they were swollen. Pulling back slightly, he looked at his work with a smirk, before venturing down to my neck and doing the same. I was sure I'd have nice purple bruises forming. Try explaining that to gran. And cue disappointed looks from Rosa.

"Rosa knows about us," I said, sighing in bliss as his mouth went down to my navel. "Just, by the way."

"You told her?" He asked into my skin, continuing to nip and suck when he pleased.

"No, she worked it out," I said, tilting my head back at the feelings he was provoking in me. "Warned me about you," I laughed to myself.

His lips brushed my clothed nipple and I moaned. "Warned you?" He asked.

"Mhm," I hummed, because that was about all I could manage as he unclipped my bra and I could feel his breath on my exposed breast. "Told me about the girls who go into the restaurant smiling and come out crying or something."

He took his lips away from me as he looked into my eyes. "And what did you say?"

"I said she didn't need to warn me," I told him. Then, thinking back, "I said I had no illusions to what you were after, that it was a one time thing, and that I had no plans of doing it again."

"How did that work out for you?"

"Oh, shush," I said, pushing my hips into his and feeling is bulge. "One time thing, two time thing. What's the difference?"

"A couple rounds of mind-blowing sex?"

"But then we won't do it again so what's the issue?" I asked.

"Unless..."

"Unless I initiate it," I finished for him. "Which won't happen because unlike somebody, I had a bit of self-control."

He brushed a quick line along my folds and my hips shot up to slam into his. He smirked down at me. "You sure about that?"

Our clothes were off in, what I had a feeling was, some kind of record. They lay scattered in clusters on the floor, but I didn't care all that much about wrinkles and creases at the moment as I felt his member resting on me.

I bent my legs and widened the space between my knees. He licked his lips, maintaining constant eye contact.

"What are you doing to me?" He asked as he came to hover over me, a few millimetres separating us. I pushed my fingers through his curly locks and pulled his mouth to mine again.

Just as he was about to enter me, condom already in place, my phone started buzzing.

I threw my head back into my pillows and groaned in frustration.

"Yes?" I asked a little too aggressively.

"Julie," Tim's voice sounded through the phone. I looked up at Nicolás, now further away and resting his chin on my belly. I stroked his hair, mouthing a 'sorry' to him. He turned his head to kiss my hand.

"Why are you calling?" I asked, probably sounding rude but definitely not caring.

"You weren't answering my calls—"

"Tim, don't tell me you've done something stupid."

"I knew it wasn't really the end of us, it couldn't be. So, I called your sister and got the address—" for fuck sake, Elise. "— and I'm here."