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“My name sounds like a prayer coming from these pretty pink lips,” I murmur, razing my hand along her side, bringing my thumb up and pushing into her mouth. “One I certainly wouldn’t mind answering.”

The tip of her tongue swirls over the pad of my thumb, eyes blazing with liquid fire. Arousal stirs in my chest, spreading like ivy outward, and I’m powerless against the soft moan that falls from me.

“I can’t stay mad at you when you look at me like that,” she says, speaking around my thumb, a furious blush creeping up her neck. “It isn’t fair.”

“When I look at you like what?” I muse, the hand on her thigh traveling until it reaches the soft silken heat at its apex, my knuckles ghosting against her clit. No panties, even in fucking Boston.

Carmen’s going to lose her shit.

A shaky gasp escapes her, making her eyelashes flutter as I dip one finger in the moisture collecting on her flesh, dragging it up to draw circles on her bundle of nerves. She grips my bicep, clawing me to the point of pain, and swallows audibly.

“Like you’re sorry.”

The sentence sounds like an accusation, something you’d hurl at another during a heated argument as evidence of wrongdoings. But it feels like something worse.

Something she’s aware of that I’m not.

Our driver yanks open the back door on my side of the vehicle in the next second, and I spring forward, ensuring she’s completely covered, cursing under my breath when I hear the shocked, collective gasp of a crowd.

My head starts to throb before I even hear her voice, violent fury rippling so abruptly through my veins that I tear myself away from Elena, afraid it might glom onto her.

“Dio mio! Back for less than a few hours, and you’re already publicly corrupting her. Great way to prove your innocence, Kallum.”

Elena stiffens at her mother’s use of my full name, pulling the hem of her dress down as she shoves open her door. Unbuckling from her seat, she climbs out of the car, rounding the back end, and is met by a round of cheers, whooping and hollering from what appears to be the entirety of Louisburg Square.

Taking a moment to collect myself, I scrub my hands down my face, trying to regulate my shallow breathing. When I turn my head, Elena’s been engulfed by the crowd, disappearing from my sight within seconds.

But Carmen stands at the door, watching me.

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