“Emi.” He stood, and the noise seemed to soften. “Still chasing the last song of the night?”
“I know it is.”
Emilia checked her phone: 11:47 PM. The Barcelona night was just waking up, but she had exactly thirteen minutes to make it to Latin Adventures 3 —the city’s newest underground fusion club hidden in the back of a converted textile factory. Hot Latin Pussy Adventures 3
“I’m never late for the salsa hour,” she shot back, kissing his cheek and slipping inside. “Emi