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need your Anglo charity!"
    His temper rose. "Are you done being a bigot now?"
    "Bigot? Me? Are you loco?" Her fists were tight by her sides. It was obvious that she'd like to take a swing at him.
    "Pilar, get hold of yourself or our discussion is going to get messy."
    "I can't believe you interfered like this, Deuce. I didn't ask for your help, and I don't want it."
    Her slender shoulders were stiff under his hands as he pulled her close. "Just what do you want, chica?"
    She struggled against him and his cock stood at attention. "Let me go."
    He lowered his head until their lips were so close he could smell the intoxicating scent of wine on her breath. "Kiss me."
    She licked her lips, then caught herself and squirmed against him, trying to push him away. He let her wriggle there, feeling the heat of her body against his, her nipples hard against his chest, and the way her hands began to grasp at his shirt instead of press against his shoulders.
    "Diablo!" she whispered, moments before she hungrily kissed him.
    Their mouths melded, the kiss rough and forceful from both sides. When she bit his lower lip hard, he grabbed her butt and rubbed his groin hard against her firm belly.
    She reached between them and kneaded his erection, her movements rough and greedy.
    Deuce took a breast in hand and squeezed until she gasped, then found its hard nipple and pinched. "Two can play at that game, sugar."
    Unrelenting, she grasped him and ground herself against him in a frenzy of lust.
    He let go of her breast and tugged her skirt up until he could run his hand down her belly and into the front of her panties. Unerringly, his fingers slid into her folds and rubbed against her swollen clit. She was hot and wet, and his cock was throbbing. "Where's the bedroom?" he growled into her ear.
    "Now. Here," she said as her head tilted back on her neck so that he could lick and nibble at the column of her throat.
    The kitchen was so small, but the countertop was right behind her. He maneuvered her back against the Formica and pushed a few cooking implements into the sink where they clattered. She moaned deeply when he bit the join of her neck and shoulder firmly, and pulled him closer, licking his ear, making little guttural noises.
    "Turn around and put your hands on the counter."
    She was breathing hard and it took her a moment to process his order. As his intentions registered with her, a lusty grin lit up her face and she tried to give his cock one last squeeze, but he stayed her hand.
    "No crushing the jewels," he told her sternly. "In fact, I'm going to dial this down a notch."
    "You're killing me here," she whined. "My butt's all ready for you, spank-man. See?" Pilar turned to the counter, yanking up her skirt as she did.
    Her bottom was so perfect, so round and heart-shaped. She wore bright red, lacy panties that left nothing to the imagination. Deuce could smell her arousal, his nose twitching pleasantly with the womanly fragrance.
    "Take everything off, except the shoes."
    Pilar looked over her shoulder and grinned. "I like the way you think."
    "I wish you'd said that sooner, rather than arguing over the medical bill." As she put her clothes aside, he held up a hand, feeling a little playful. "No. Put the apron back on. Wear just the apron and shoes."
    "Oh my…" she said. "Feeling like spanking June Cleaver, are you?"
    He laughed, but followed it with what he hoped was a stern frown. "Go stand in the corner."
    A dark eyebrow arched a little higher. "The corner? Why?"
    "I'm irritated with you for being so prideful about that bill."
    "That again? Okay. I accept your offer. It'll make life easier for my family." She put both hands on her nude hips, framing the incongruous apron. Her breasts jiggled as she moved. "Now will you spank me?"
    Although his cock was becoming painful, Deuce wanted to make a point, and he was having fun baiting her. It wasn't noble of him, he knew, but it was harmless and might teach her a thing or two. "No. Go stand