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The phone in the elevator rang, and he scowled before he picked it up, letting security know everything was all right while he was still inside me. He hit the STOP button again, and the car jolted into motion. He eased out of me and tucked himself away. I slumped against the wall, dazed and sated. He smirked, and I giggled. I could not believe we’d just done that.
“Are we avoiding a bed?” I didn’t mind, but I had to tease him. Carlos appealed to my adventurous side. Screwing in an elevator was something best left to the imagination, yet he’d made it happen, and I never felt unsafe. On the contrary, I was feeling so much more.
He pulled my skirt back down, but he didn't give me my underwear back. With my arms still looped around his neck, he scooped me up under my knees to carry me. The elevator doors opened into the quiet lobby. He swiped my purse off the floor on our way out. I caught sight of the security camera in the corner. My face got hot, but I decided to heck with it. We’d had fun.
“Keys?” he asked at the front door.
“Purse.”
It was nearly impossible for him to hold me and rummage through the bag at the same time, but he made it seem easy and had the door unlocked in mere seconds. The purse and keys landed on the floor, and he stalked to the kitchen without putting me down as he retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge.
He twisted off the cap and held the opening to my lips. I drank greedily, downing nearly half the contents, and he polished off the rest. He disposed of the condom in the trash can under the sink, then we were off to the bedroom.
“I'm not sure if I want to kiss or kill whoever invented this skirt,” he said, lowering the side zipper.
I laughed as he slipped off one of my heels and threw it over his shoulder. “What's your hurry, Carlos? You just had me.”
“I thought that might cool me off, but I was wrong.” My other shoe landed somewhere in the room. Or maybe it was out in the hall. He wrestled my skirt the rest of the way off. “The blouse needs to go, Beauty.”
He whipped his own sweater over his head. My eyes bulged, and he looked down to see what was the matter. He was physically fit in a way most men weren’t, but it was the scars that marred him that captured my attention. There was one on his left side that looked like he’d been cut with a knife. And two misshapen circles, one on his shoulder and another on his bicep . . . were those bullet wounds? These weren’t scars derived from illness or an operation . . . these were battle scars.
I swallowed hard and then unbuttoned my shirt. Slowly, I let it and my bra slide to the floor. “Get the rest of it off,” I commanded. I needed more of this man in so many ways. Seeing his abused body hurt my heart. At whose hands had he suffered? What had he survived? I didn’t know where to start and got the feeling Carlos wouldn’t share much if I asked.
“I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life,” he breathed, taking me in.
I wanted to squirm under his gaze, but instead, I let him have his fill before I reached for his open slacks.
He grabbed a gun from the waistband and laid it on the dresser. Holy shit.
“Have you had that all morning?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Carlos
“I always have it.”
“Around my son?” Oh, fuck. Holly was about 2.1 seconds from going nuclear on me.
“I have to be prepared.”
“This isn't the Wild West where you go around shooting people.”
“Have you seen me shoot anyone?”Keep calm.I had her naked. I got why she was upset, and I needed to fix it and fast.
“No, but you've held my son in your arms while that thing was on you. And what if it accidentally goes off?”
“Then I'd have two ass cracks.”
Her eyes hardened. So it was a terrible joke at an inappropriate time. “I'm serious, Carlos. I don't want that weapon around Gabriel. If your life is such that you need a gun on you at all times, this isn't going to work for me.”
I stepped out of my pants and placed both hands on her shoulders. “I would never put you or Gabriel at risk. The part you need to concern yourself with is the fucking. So far, I don't think you have any complaints.”
“When you have a weapon around my son, it's a problem.”
“I understand that, Beauty, but I'm not some punk. I know how and when to use it.”
“I don't doubt that. It's an unnecessary risk,” she argued, and in her position, it was hard for me to disagree.
