Ramón and Julieta Quotes

“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

“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

“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 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

“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

“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

“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

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

“The only songs men sang these days were on TikTok. And even those were lip-synched. Romance was dead.”
― Alana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“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

“Well, Ramón, I must tell you the irony of this entire situation." A smug smile graced Linda's face. "When your father first tried my tacos, do you know what he liked about them?"
"He just told me he tried fish tacos during spring break, and that he met a beautiful señorita on the beach. He never said that they were your tacos."
She shook her head. "Well, ask him again. And if he still lies, bring him to me---let him lie to my face. Yes, they were my tacos. I had a stand on the beach, and he ordered two tacos and a beer."
He'd told Ramón this part of the story many times; he'd just never said that she had been the one to make the tacos. Then again, he had also left out the part about how he had stolen her recipe, if that was true.
"He loved the fresh fish."
Linda laughed. "No, that was not it at all. Yes, he did love the fish, and he had never had a fish taco. But he loved the fresh salsa. He loved the spicy batter. He loved the handmade tortillas. It's funny to me, because you have absolutely none of those elements left today in your tacos."
Linda's words struck Ramón deep in his chest. She was right. Ramón had heard the story so many times. And Papá had always talked about how fresh and delicious all the ingredients were, including the handmade tortillas.
Ramón looked at her. "I know. He told me the same thing."
Linda placed her hand on Ramón's arm. "Ironic, isn't it? He used to tell me a story about a girlfriend he had in college who had made him an awful taco with canned tomatoes, American cheese, and iceberg lettuce. That her taco was so awful, that he could never marry her. And now, that is exactly the type of taco that you serve in your restaurant."
Wow. She was absolutely right. The full reason that Papá had started Taco King was to bring authentic Mexican food to the college kids at San Diego. Somewhere along the line---due to business advisers who'd suggested cutting costs and replacing fresh tomatoes with canned, crumbled queso fresco with American cheese, and handmade tortillas with mass-produced hard shells---Papá had abandoned his vision.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Well, at least I will have time to say goodbye to my customers."
Ramón gave Julieta a quizzical look. "I get they will be upset with the changes, but they will still be glad that you are the chef."
"You still don't get it Ramón, do you? Yes, I will be here. But many of my customers will no longer support the place if it's a corporate chain. Of course, you will get new customers, tourists from out of state and residents of the beach towns who think coming to Barrio Logan is some type of Mexican Disneyland, where they can buy churros and take selfies in front of Chicano murals. But many locals will avoid us like ICE. And there will be protesters, including members of my own family and my friends. I can guarantee that."
Ramón's throat tightened. "Julieta, you are from the community. And I'm no gringo---I'm Mexican, too."
"You're a coconut, Ramón. You may be technically Mexican, but you are not part of this community.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Here is your Carnitas Eggs Benedict with Chipotle Hollandaise. I still feel bad about dropping your food the other day."
He shook his head. "Don't apologize. You were shocked. I'm just grateful I can eat here every day now."
"Until you close it down."
Ouch. "Well, maybe we can add these to the menu."
Julieta rolled her eyes.
Man, she was tough.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“At least each course was better than the last. The ingredients were fresh, everything was made from scratch, and she had also planned the perfect wine pairing. He had never had mole with fish, as it was usually served with chicken. And for the first time in his life, he actually enjoyed eating cactus, a feat that even some of the best chefs in the world who had cooked for him hadn't managed to accomplish.”
― 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

“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

“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

“He took her softly at first, appreciating the subtle beauty and joy in that first kiss, a moment that could never be repeated with her again. Desire stirred inside him, and Ramón took no prisoners. He kissed her hungrily, and she responded with a fiery passion. She tasted like tequila and lime and lust. He wanted to get drunk on her lips. This kiss in the graveyard was hauntingly beautiful, just like her.”
― 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

“Julieta inhaled the rose that the sexy man had given her. The floral scent made her woozy.
Or maybe her giddy state was because she was high on his testosterone.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“Besides, didn't you read Romeo and Juliet? 'For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.'"
Her lips widened into a coquettish smile. "It's hopeless. We can never work out. We're star-crossed lovers."
He laughed and grinned. He liked her sass. He walked to her side and cautiously brushed a lock of hair off her delicate shoulders. "Let's do a rewrite.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“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

“She had renovated the sea-to-table taqueria as carefully as she kneaded her handmade tortillas. She'd selected every item inside the restaurant, from the custom-painted murals on the walls to the Talavera tiles underneath her worn clogs. Every Saturday morning, she went to the open-air fish market near Seaport Village to pick the freshest, most sustainable seafood available. From sea urchins to rock crab, Julieta never shied away from varieties that weren't typically served in Mexican cuisine. And she wasn't afraid to experiment in the kitchen.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“How had they possibly kept the spark alive for so many years? Julieta doubted that she would ever know.
The only songs men sang these days were on TikTok. And even those were lip-synched.
Romance was dead.”
― Alana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta