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“Good.” When we’d made our agreement to keep things casual, I’d never meant it. But I hadn’t expected her to be able to go along with the arrangement so well. Already, I felt addicted to her. It had taken every ounce of self-control I’d possessed not to maul her when I took her to lunch. I’d wanted her bare before me, but it wasn’t the time or the place. Her response to my touch beguiled me, yet she seemed somewhat . . . easy with just touches and orgasms. She seemed to be able to keep her feelings out of things. I was the one who couldn’t.
The burner phone rang from my pocket, jolting me back to reality. It wasn’t the number I’d hoped.
“What did you find?” I answered.
There was a long silence before Donato spoke. “Eduardo Sandoval’s clothes. With blood all over them.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Holly
“I’m working from home today.”
Carlos looked at me across the center console. We’d just dropped Gabriel off at school. I was dressed to go into the office, but I hadn’t been able to get the troubled look in his eyes when he’d left last night out of my head.
This morning when Carlos had picked us up, it was worse.
Miss Jacobs had given me permission to work from home when possible, and I would get what needed to be accomplished finished today, but Carlos needed me.
“Who bothers you at your office?”
I started at the question.How did he know?
“I don’t want to talk about work.”
“If there is a problem, I can eliminate it.” The hard edge to him that softened occasionally whenever he smiled or relaxed was sharper than ever.
“I appreciate all you’re doing to help me out, but I don’t need you to fix my life.” Sometimes the words he used startled me, though I had a feeling Carlos was a hardened man. There was more to him than I knew, I was sure of it. But I wanted to let him do something. Wave a magic wand and poof—burdens gone. Everything I’d been carrying for the past six years was so heavy, and sometimes, I felt like I couldn’t handle any more. There was no other option. And now I had an overwhelming urge to take on whatever Carlos had on his shoulders too.
An image of the two of us working together to carry a heavy basket popped into my mind. He was on one side and I on the other, sharing the weight. I pushed the thought away before I latched onto it and the feeling it brought tried to stick. In the end, I had to be able to carry whatever load was placed in my hands by myself.
He drummed the steering wheel, jaw set in obvious displeasure. I placed my hand on his thigh in hopes he’d like it as much as I did when he’d done it to me.
There was no more talking for the rest of the ride.
When we pulled into the underground garage of our apartment building, he parked, shut off the engine, and wasted no time getting out of the car. He grabbed my hand as soon as my feet hit the concrete and led me to the elevator with determined steps.
Once inside, he punched the button for my floor. I watched the digital display, his grip on my hand tightening as we ascended. Second. Third. Fourth. He hit the STOP button, and the car jolted.
He had me pinned against the wall before I could blink. “I'm going to fuck you in this elevator because I can.” He didn’t touch me, yet I felt him everywhere. “If you want to come, make it quick, because as soon as I get inside, I'm going to explode.” My heart rate accelerated in excitement. “Any objections?”
Carlos waited for an answer, his dark eyes penetrating straight into places I’d only dared go in my dreams.
“No. Hurry,” I begged as I fisted his sweater and pulled him closer.
He kissed me like a man who knew exactly how to do it. My reaction was beyond my control. My lips moved against his because he coaxed them to do so. They parted so he could slide his tongue into my mouth. The way he licked with precision had me automatically thinking about what he could do with that tongue somewhere else, a place that was soaked for him, and he'd barely touched me.
I writhed against him, but he only moved his mouth, directing all that intensity to one acute point of pleasure. This was a kiss of fantasies. I gripped his neck. Carlos had muddied my senses, and I wasn't sure what was right anymore. I stopped trying to figure it out, stopped trying to resist, and simply enjoyed this man while I had him. Except he had me, fully and completely, and like all the fairy tales I'd spun in my head as a girl, I was in the midst of something that felt real, a whirlwind that would sweep me up and carry me away.
He shoved my skirt above my hips, dug a condom out of his pocket, and took out his cock.
I shimmied my panties off and offered them to him. He paused in the madness and looked at me with an indecipherable expression before he put them in his pocket.
Then he lifted one of my legs and hooked it around his waist. I clung to his neck when he plowed into me like we’d done this a thousand times. A scream of pleasure tore from my mouth. The first feeling of him filling me, demanding I become part of him. . . my raw lust transformed into something deeper.
“Touch your clit, Beauty.” He thrust at a brutal pace and pleasure flowed through me. “Christ almighty.”
My inner walls clamped around his shaft, and that was it. An orgasm raced through me and hit like an unexpected wave. I yelled his name, triggering his release. I'd never come so hard in my life. It was impossible to catch my breath.
