“Miguel,” she moaned loudly digging her nails in his shoulders.
Miguel groaned in pleasure as he felt the sharpness of her nails digging into his shoulders. He continued to pound into her, going faster and harder with each thrust as her moans filled the bathroom.
They had been the last 20 minutes fucking senseless in the bar's bathroom. They were supposed to just go for a drink after a hard—but successful—mission, but they ended up filling each other's desires.
Miguel's eyes glanced down, watching as his cock disappeared inside of her over and over again, feeling the tightness of her wetness wrapping around him drove him wild with desire.
With a final thrust, Miguel reached his peak, spilling his seed deep inside of her as he let out a cry of release. He collapsed against her, panting and exhausted, but also exhilarated by the raw passion of the moment.
He looked at her, a wicked smile on his face. “You're amazing. I'm never going to get enough of you.” Miguel whispered.
He leaned in to kiss her again, deeply and passionately, before stepping back and helping her stand up straight. “Come on,” he said, grinning mischievously. “Let's go back to the bar and have another drink. We've earned it after what we just did.”
Together, the two of them left the bathroom, feeling exhilarated and ready to take on the night.
“Do you still want to take things to your place after this?” Zoey asked smirking.
Miguel suggested after the mission to continue a heated altercation they had during it. The argument started when they got trapped in an air vent, she was moving and grinding unintentionally against intimate parts Miguel couldn't control.
They were too close to each other. Zoey was feeling claustrophobic, and she wanted to end the mission as soon as possible. It wasn't that she didn't like Miguel, but that man always provoked her hormones go crazy.
It was only a matter of time when they were both kissing intensely; Miguel grabbing her hips pulling her closer, completely forgetting about the mission. They would've take off their suits too if it weren't because Jess came to get them out of the vent.
Miguel invited her over his place, planning to finish what they started in that air vent, but Peter B. and Jess wanted to join when they hear about the drinks, so they ended up going to a bar. Jess and Peter B. left the bar soon anyway, leaving Miguel and Zoey alone.
They couldn't last any longer, the brunette dragged him into the bathroom, and they didn't left until the third time she cum.
“I do,” Miguel said finally, his voice low with desire. “But only if you're sure that's what you want, too. I don't want to pressure you into anything.”
“It's okay. I'd love to go to your place.” She answered tendered by Miguel's words.
She liked how soft he could turn when he was around her, but also how rude and rough he was when they were in action—and she wasn't talking about the action in the missions.
Miguel grinned in excitement, feeling a rush of desire coursing through him. “Excellent,” He said. “Let's head back to my place and continue where we left off.”
He took her hand and led her out of the bar, eager to get to his place and be with her again. The night was far from over, and Miguel couldn't wait to see where it would take them.
Once the two of them arrived at Miguel's apartment, he led her inside and showed her around. The apartment was modern and minimalist in design, with clean lines and muted colors. It reminded him of his own personality—stern and stoic, yet undeniably attractive.
Miguel gave her the grand tour, pointing out his favorite pieces of art and furniture and telling her stories about where he'd gotten them. After showing her most of the apartment, he led her into the living room, which was cozy and intimate, with a plush velvet sofa and a soft rug covering the floor.
As he settled down onto the couch, he patted the space next to him and gestured for her to join him.
“Make yourself at home,” he said. “I'm glad you like it here.” Miguel looked at her, a twinkle in his eye. “Is there anything else I can get for you?” He asked, grinning mischievously. “Maybe another drink? Or something else entirely?”
“A glass of water is fine please,” She said looking at the paintings he had hanging on the walls.
Miguel nodded and walked towards the kitchen filling two glasses of water, deciding to take one too considering he had already drunk enough alcohol for a night.
“So... do you have like a secret room? Kind of like Christian Grey?” She asked turning to look at him across the other part of the room.
The place was fancier than she expected of the CEO of Alchemax. I mean she knew he was rich—the headquarters of the Spider Society were impressive, and you could see how well invested the money was—but she had never really thought of the kind of place Miguel lived in. And also there was the fact that their dimensions were too different.
Miguel chuckled at her question, feeling a hint of excitement at her curiosity. “I'm afraid not,” He said with a grin. “I don't have any secret rooms, but I do have a few surprises hidden around here.” He leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. “But those are for me to know, and you to find out.”
“Really?” She said playfully “And how can I find out those surprises?”
Miguel returned with a glass of water and handed it to her as he sat down again. “Hmm, I think you'll just have to keep spending time with me to find out,” He said, grinning mischievously.
He took a sip of his own drink, his eyes lingering on her with a hint of desire. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her here with him, and he wanted to make the most of every moment they had together.
“So, what do you want to do now?” He asked, resting his arm on the back of the couch.
“What do you have in mind?” She asked having already a lot of things in her own mind. She took a sip of water and licked her lips waiting for Miguel's response.
“You're gonna drive me crazy, you know that?” He smirked leaning closer to her.
“Why's that?” She whispered—even if they were the only ones in the apartment—putting a hand on his thigh gently, squeezing it when Miguel was getting too close to kiss her.
She wanted him to answered her first.
Miguel dipped his head down towards her, his eyes burning with desire. “You're different,” He whispered back. “You're bold, confident, and unafraid to go after what you want. I find that incredibly attractive.”
He leaned back a bit, studying her face in the dim light. “I know we don't know each other well yet, but there's something about you that draws me in. It's like there's a connection between us that I can't quite explain.”
The room got cozy, intimate. She could hear Miguel's and her own heartbeat pounding faster on their chests. She had never felt anything like this before. She felt for the first time in a while a wave of nervousness running through her veins and it wasn't because of the adrenaline of fighting some villain.
“Miguel, I...” She started saying, but suddenly a light of the hallways turned on, and, at the sight, there was a little girl that looked like a little version of Miguel.
“Gabriela?” Miguel asked turning his head towards the hallway confused. “What are you doing here? I thought you were with the nanny.”
The little girl peeked around the corner and ran over to hug Miguel's legs. “I missed you, Daddy,” she said, her voice sweet and innocent.
Miguel picked up the little girl and held her close, smiling warmly at her. “I missed you too, angel,” He said, kissing her on the forehead. “What happened to Tania? Did you make her mad again?”
The little girl looked offended at his dad. With her eyebrows furrowed, she looked even more like Miguel.
“No,” The kid answered. “She said she called you. You didn't answer, and she needed to leave, so she left.”
Miguel nodded pursing his lips, thinking that Tania could've called him when he was busy in the bathroom's bar.
“And you must be my guest,” He said, turning to look at Zoey, who was still with a shocking expression. “This is my daughter, Gabriela.”
“Oh, you- you have a daughter,” she smiled surprised. “I- I didn't know. You never mentioned it. Hi,” She greeted the little brunette.
“Yes, she's my princess,” Miguel said, smiling proudly at his daughter. “Gabriela, say hi to our guest,” He said, introducing her to Zoey.
“Hi!” Gabriela said with a grin, waving at her. “Are you my daddy's friend?”
Miguel looked down at her with a soft smile. “Yes, she's my friend, angel,” he said. “Why don't you go play in your room? Daddy's going to talk with her for a bit.”
“Okay,” Gabriela answered cheerfully. “Can she play with me after you two talk?”
“Of course, angel,” Miguel said, kissing his daughter on the forehead. “You can play together after we talk.”
Gabriela ran off to her room and Miguel turned back to Zoey. “I'm sorry for the interruption,” he said. “I should have told you earlier that I have a daughter, but I hope it doesn't change how you feel about me.”
“No, it's fine Miguel.” She assured him. “She seems really sweet.”
“I'm glad to hear that,” Miguel said, a warm smile on his face. “Gabriela's the light of my life. She's been through a lot, but she's strong and resilient, just like her mother.”
Zoey nodded—ignoring the gut she felt in her stomach when Miguel named Gabriela's mother.
He took a deep breath and continued, his voice heavy with emotion. “I know that I have a lot of baggage and complications in my life. It's not easy to be with someone who's risking his life everyday. But if you're willing to see where this goes between us, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make it work, to make you happy.”
Miguel looked at her with a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, waiting for her response.
“Miguel I understand how work—our kind of job—can be. And... and we don't have to rush things, you know?” She said shrugging his shoulders. “Let's take things slow, okay?”
Miguel's eyes softened at her words, feeling a sense of relief and comfort wash over him. “Thank you,” He whispered, leaning in closer to her, their lips about to touch.
Suddenly, Gabriela entered the living room again, running and carrying a lot of dolls and toys. Once she was in front of them, she threw all her toys on the floor.
Miguel chuckled softly at Gabriela's enthusiasm, feeling a sense of joy and pride at seeing his daughter so happy. He got up to help her clean up her toys, picking up a doll.
“Gabi, be careful with your toys,” He said, his voice gentle but firm. “We don't want them to break.”
He smiled at Zoey, a hint of amusement in his gaze. “Kids, am I right?” He said, shaking his head. “Never a dull moment.”
Zoey laughed a little and sat on the floor to help Miguel clean up Gabriela's toys. “Do you like Barbie, Gabriela?”
Gabriela nodded enthusiastically, a grin on her face. “Yes, Barbie is my favorite!” She said, reaching for a Barbie doll. “I have lots of them!”
Miguel chuckled and looked over at Zoey. “She loves playing with dolls and dressing them up,” He said. “It's one of her favorite activities.” He paused for a moment, then hesitated before speaking again. “I hope you don't mind spending time with us, even with Gabriela around,” He said, his voice slightly unsure. “I know it can be complicated, but... I really enjoy spending time with you; I hope you feel the same way.”
“Oh don't worry, it's fine.” She said tendered by Miguel's words. “And now that I know Gabriela is a Barbie fan, I think we're going to get along really well.” She smiled looking at the little brunette. “What's your favorite Barbie movie? Does you daddy watch them with you?”
Gabriela's face lit up at your question, excited to talk about her favorite things. “Yes, Daddy watches them with me!” She exclaimed, hugging her Barbie doll close. “My favorite one is Barbie and the Diamond Castle. It's so pretty!”
Miguel chuckled, smiling warmly at his daughter. “We watch them together all the time,” he said. “It's the only way to keep her still. And I have to admit, some of the movies are really good.”
He looked over at Zoey, a hint of amusement in his gaze. “You learn something new every day, huh?” he said with a chuckle. “I never thought I'd be talking about Barbie movies with you, but here we are.”
“Oh Barbie movies are the best dude, and your daughter has good taste. Barbie and the Diamond Castle is one of my favorites too.” She said the last thing smiling at Miguel's daughter.
Miguel smiled warmly at the interaction between Zoey and his daughter. Seeing the two of them getting along so well was heartwarming for him.
“Looks like you two are going to get along just fine,” He said, a hint of pride in his voice. “I'm glad that you can share your love of Barbie movies.”
He leaned back a little, watching as Gabriela laughed and chatted animatedly with Zoey about the movies. He knew that he had a lot to work through with her, but seeing her here, with his daughter, felt like a step in the right direction.
“So what's your favorite Barbie movie, Miguel?” Zoey asked him smiling expectant.
Miguel chuckled. “I'm not sure I have a favorite,” He said, with a grin. “But if I had to choose, I'd say Barbie and the Three Musketeers. It has action, adventure and romance—everything a good movie needs.”
He nodded towards Gabriela. “But don't tell her I said that,” He said, his voice low. “She thinks I only watch them because of her.”
Zoey smirked and leaned closer to Miguel to whisper in his ear. “Don't worry sweetheart, I won't tell you love Barbie movies. Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation.”
Miguel felt a shudder run through his body as she leaned in close to him, her hot breath caressing his ear. The playful teasing was making the attraction between the two of them more intense and hard to resist.
He turned his head towards Zoey, locking his gaze onto her eyes, he opened his mouth to whisper something back but was interrupted by his daughter.
“Daddy look!” Gabriela screamed showing Miguel her doll. “I made her a new haircut today, Tania helped me.”
Miguel smiled proudly at Gabriela, admiring her handiwork—even if the doll's hair was uneven. “Wow, that's impressive, angel,” He said, his eyes shining with love. “You're getting really good at cutting hair.”
He turned to look at Zoey, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Looks like we have a budding hairstylist on our hands,” He said, laughing softly.
Miguel settled back on the couch, his arm draped casually across the back, enjoying the moment with Zoey and his daughter. It was a sweet, simple moment, but one that he cherished.
“You want to be a hairstylist, Gabriela?” She asked the kid, an idea forming in her head.
Gabriela nodded her head energetically, giggling as she held up her Barbie doll. “Yes, I want to be a hairstylist!” she said, swishing the doll's hair back and forth. “I want to make people beautiful just like Barbie!”
Miguel looked at Zoey, curious about the idea she had in her head. “What are you thinking?” He asked, his voice low and curious.
“Gabriela, what if you give your daddy a new haircut? Would you like that? Make your daddy as beautiful as Barbie?” She asked Gabriela enthusiastically, evading Miguel's gaze.
Gabriella's eyes lit up at the idea of giving her father a haircut. She nodded her head eagerly. “Yes! Yes! I want to give Daddy a new haircut!” She said, jumping up and down in excitement.
Miguel looked at Zoey with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, unsure if he was ready to trust his daughter with his hair. “I don't know about that,” He said, his voice hesitant. “I mean, I'm not sure I want her to...”
But before he could finish his sentence, Gabriela had already run off to grab a pair of scissors and a comb. “Come on, Daddy!” She said, pulling him by the hand towards the bathroom. “You're going to look so handsome!”
Miguel looked at Zoey, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I have a feeling I'm going to regret this,” He said, chuckling softly.
“C'mon daddy. Do it for your daughter, you're gonna have the honor to be her first costumer.” Zoey said grinning.
Miguel couldn't help but smile at her words. He knew that he couldn't say no to Gabriela, not when she was so excited and eager to try something new.
“Alright, alright,” He said, laughing softly. “I'll do it for you, angel. But you better be gentle with those scissors,” He added, winking at Zoey.
He followed Gabriela to the bathroom, where she had already set up a chair and some supplies. “Okay, what do you want to do?” he asked, looking at his daughter with a smile.
Gabriela giggled, holding up the scissors and comb. “I want to make you look like a real-life prince, Daddy!” she said, her eyes shining with excitement.
Miguel chuckled, settling into the chair as Gabriela started to comb out his hair.
“Hey Gabi, can I call you Gabi?” Zoey asked the little girl.
Gabriela turned to look at you, her eyes curious. “Sure! You can call me Gabi!” She said, beaming with happiness.
“Okay Gabi, what do you think about cutting all your daddy's hair? Like giving him a bald look?” Zoey asked amused.
Gabriela's eyes widened with excitement at the suggestion. “Yes, yes, bald Daddy!” She exclaimed, holding up the scissors. “That would be so cool!”
Miguel looked at Zoey, his eyes widening with surprise. “Wait, what? You're not serious, are you?” He asked, his voice tinged with nervousness. But Gabriela was already starting to cut his hair, giggling with excitement as she took the scissors to his hair.
“Okay, wait, wait.” Zoey started to laugh, but still tried to hold Gabi's hands to stop her for cutting all Miguel's hair. “Let me help you, okay?”
Miguel breathed a little easier at Zoey’s intervention, grateful that she were stopping Gabriela before she went too far with the scissors. He opened his eyes, looking at Zoey with a mix of relief and amusement.
Gabriela pouted a little, her excitement dimming a little at the interruption. “But I want to make him bald!” She protested, looking up at Zoey with wide, innocent eyes.
Miguel chuckled, ruffling his daughter's hair affectionately. “Maybe next time, angel,” He said with a wink. “Let's see what your friend has in mind for my hair.”
He leaned back in the chair, his eyes watching as Zoey picked up the scissors and got to work on his hair. He couldn't believe he was letting her cut his hair, but there was something so invigorating and thrilling about that, about letting go of his inhibitions and allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of her.
Zoey only cut the ends of his hair and let Gabriela cut some parts as she instructed her how to do it and how much hair to cut. Miguel watched as Zoey worked on his hair, feeling the hairs fall away with each snip of the scissors. It was a strange sensation, but also exciting, knowing that he was putting his trust in her and Gabriela.
“C'mon, Gabi, you're doing great!” He said, looking at his daughter with a smile. She was concentrating with all her might on cutting his hair, her tongue sticking out in concentration.
Zoey leaned down, right next to Miguel. “Don't worry, I won't let her cut your ears.” She whispered, her hot breath hitting against Miguel's skin.
Miguel felt a shudder run through his body at the sound of her voice so close to his ear. Her words were reassuring, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of desire and attraction towards Zoey.
“Thanks for looking out for me,” He said, his voice low and husky. “I'm starting to feel like trusting you with my life, let alone my hair.”
He tilted his head back a little, letting Zoey and Gabriela work their magic on his hair.
“What do you think Gabi?” She asked to the kid, carrying her to show her the final look of Miguel in front of the mirror. “How does your daddy look? Did we do a good job?”
Gabriela jumped up, clapping her hands excitedly as she saw the final result of her and Zoey’s work. “Daddy looks so handsome!” She said, her eyes shining with pride. “You did a great job, Camila!”
Miguel looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the new look Zoey and Gabriela had created for him. It was a little shorter than he was used to, but it looked great on him.
“It's... different,” He said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “But I like it. You did a great job.” He said looking at Zoey. “And you too, angel,” He added, ruffling Gabriela's hair affectionately.
Zoey put her lips together uncomfortable when she heard she was called with the wrong name. It wasn't Gabriela's fault though, she still didn't know Zoey. Still, she was now curious who this Camila was in Miguel's life. Wasn't she the first he had brought home?
“I think it's getting late, I should go home.” Zoey said resting Gabi on the floor again.
Miguel noticed the discomfort that flickered briefly in her expression, but didn't comment on it, knowing that it might cause her to feel more anxious or uncomfortable.
“Yeah, you're right,” He said, his voice calm and measured. “Thank you for spending the night with us. We had a lot of fun, didn't we?”
Gabriela nodded her head enthusiastically, a smile on her face. “Yes, we did! Will you come back and play with me again, Camila?”
Miguel looked at Zoey, his gaze curious and uncertain. “I hope you'll come back soon, if you want to,” He said, his voice a little uncertain. “I had a really great time, and I hope you did too.”
“Yeah. Yes I did.” She smiled trying to hide her discomfort at hearing the strange name again from Gabriela's mouth. “Miguel, can you take me to the exit?” She said finally looking at him annoyed. “I had a good time, it was nice too meet you Gabi.” She smiled softly at the little kid.
Miguel noticed the annoyance in her expression and felt a pang of guilt. He wasn't sure what he had done wrong, but he knew that he wanted to make things right between them.
“Of course,” Miguel said, a hint of unease in his voice. “I'll take you to the exit.”
He stood up, leading Zoey towards the front door, his heart aching with uncertainty and confusion. He wasn't sure where things had gone wrong, what he had missed or misunderstood, but he hoped that things would get solve between the two of them.
“Thank you for coming over,” He said, his voice low and uncertain. “I... I hope we can see each other again soon. I mean... out of work. I had a really good time tonight.”
Once she made sure Gabriela wasn't near to listen, she broke. “For god sake Miguel, who the fuck is Camila?” She whispered-screamed angry making sure Gabriela weren't listening.
Miguel felt a wave of confusion wash over him as he heard your sudden outburst. “What are you talking about?”
“You tell me,” she answered annoyed. “Who's Camila? Is she other of your guesses?”
Zoey had always seen Miguel as a lonely man. In the headquarters of the Spider Society he was quite reserved, only talking with others when it was something about work or missions. So it never crossed her mind that he could be some kind of playboy.
But now she knew he had a daughter, and god knows what other secrets he was hiding.
Miguel's eyes widened in surprise as he realized what had happened. “Oh, no! No, there hasn't been anyone else,” He said, his voice quick and defensive. “I promise you are the first person that I've brought home to meet my daughter.”
He placed his hand gently on her arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Then why did your daughter call me Camila?” Zoey asked, and Miguel noticed the hurt in her eyes.
Miguel looked at her, his eyes hesitant and unsure. He wasn't sure if it was the right time or place to bring up the truth, but he knew that he didn't want to lie to her anymore.
“I... I have to be honest with you,” He said, his voice low and hesitant. “Camila is someone that I used to know. Someone who used to be important to me.” He took a deep breath, bracing himself for her reaction. “But she's not important to me anymore,” He continued, his voice earnest. “Not compared to you. You're the one that I want to spend time with, the one that I want to get to know better.”
“Is Camila Gabriela's mom?”
Miguel hesitated, but then he nodded his head slowly, his eyes sad and apologetic. “Yes, she is,” he said, his voice low and hesitant. “Camila and I used to be together, and Gabriela is our daughter.”
He looked at her with a mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I want you to know that I'm not with her anymore. She's not in my life, except for the fact that we have a child together. But you... you are the one that I want to be with, to spend time with, to explore the future with.”
“Miguel, I... it's getting late. I should go home,” She said in a lowered voice looking at him. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
Miguel nodded slowly, understanding her need to process the news and the situation. He didn't want to push her or make things more uncomfortable than they already were.
“Of course,” He said, his voice low and gentle. “I understand. You can take all the time you need to think about things. We can talk tomorrow, or whenever you're ready.”
He walked her to the door, his eyes sad and uncertain. “I really did have a good time tonight,” He said, his voice earnest. “Thank you for coming over.”
“I had a wonderful night too,” She smiled, regretting how she handle her emotions moments ago. Miguel seemed sincere; she shouldn’t have pushed him to talk about things he wasn't comfortable with. “Thanks for inviting me over.”
Miguel smiled, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders as he heard her words. “Thank you,” He said, his voice warm and appreciative. “I'm glad you liked spending time with Gabi. She really likes you a lot.”
He watched as she walked away, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within him. He couldn't believe how much had happened in such a short amount of time, how much he had risked and gained by inviting her into his life.
He knew that there was still a long road ahead of him, with many challenges and uncertainties to face, but he felt a glimmer of hope and courage within him. He knew that he wanted her by his side as he navigated this new phase of his life, and he would do whatever it took to make that happen.