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Carmen looked at him, her lower lip trembling.
"I can't have any more nights like this, Ramiro. You're beginning to scare me. I just . . . I can't reach you. I can't help you. You're going to have to help yourself." She sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm rambling."
"No, not really," Ramiro said sarcastically, and she glared at him.
"The reason that brought this all on." She sat up slowly. "Okay. I guess it's something inevitable. I've been as patient as I can for you. I haven't seen even the slightest change in you, Ramiro. No attempt at anything to stop yourself from getting drunk and making an ass out of yourself. And I realized that I really can't be a part of something that will destroy the man I used to admire and worship. God, Ramiro, I don't think you know just how glorious you sound, how much of a gift it is and that it really breaks the heart how you're throwing it away. Me picking you up, bailing you out, I can't do it anymore. I'm sorry. But unless you make changes, I'm not going to be in your life."
Ramiro felt something in him die at her words.
Chewing her lip, Carmen continued, "There's also the fact that I just got engaged." She showed him her finger, and a small diamond ring gleamed. "I eventually said yes. Do you know why it took me hours? Because I kept looking at my phone, thinking there will be another call from the station and I didn't want to ruin it when Tanner asks me by telling him, `Got to go. Ramiro Brandt needs me.'" At his skeptical look, she blushed. "Ramiro, it's sick how it seems my life is revolving around you. That's why I'm putting the brakes on." She shook her head firmly. "No more nights like this. No more getting you from the station. No more getting my car professionally cleaned because I swear to god, Ramiro, you fucking stink of alcohol and cigarettes. I have a good life ahead of me and it doesn't involve you. This . . . you," she gestured at him loosely. "You're not the Ramiro I know. So I'm going to cut myself off you while I can still remember how you used to be, how good you were until . . . "she shrugged. "Everything."
She let out a sigh. Obviously, she had been controlling herself from saying these for a while.
That dead feeling still nagged from deep inside him. Looking at her profile, Ramiro pleads, "Carmen, please."
She shook her head.
"I can't not have you in my life."
He only meant to say them for the sake of doing so, but he realized as soon as he spoke it was the truth.
Carmen looked like she was going to cry. "I don't want you in mine."
CHAPTER3
Two weeks later
Since getting engaged, Tanner has been spending more time at Carmen's place. He had broached the subject of living together six months into their relationship. Now it was one year since he first brought it up, and Carmen was nowhere near any decision regarding their inevitable cohabitation.
She liked - loved him. Tanner owned Thunder Communications. A public relations agency employed by the most famous and infamous to watch out for any negative press and to plug it before it saw print or posted on social media. Carmen knew Tanner when he was on the other side of the business. She always gave him a hard time for those instances he couldn't stop news regarding Ramiro Brandt's idiotic stunts. Most people in the industry would cower at Carmen's fury, but Tanner would fight back. Their head-butting resulted in tokens such as wines or flowers sent in apology. Then they are a casual invitation to some event where they could circulate and make more contacts. Neither knew when exactly meeting for coffee or a meal turned into a date. Still, their business relationship ended the night they fucked in the car parked in Carmen's driveway.
For all her bluster and temper, Carmen was shy, almost timid regarding sex. It took a while for her to become comfortable. She had very few experiences because she was often suspicious of any special attention given to her - and she was right to do so. In high school, the football team had a bet as to who would pop her cherry. A sympathetic classmate alerted her about it. Carmen didn't lose her virginity until she was twenty-four. She had never had romantic prospects but, in the years as manager of Seismic, learned that she could quickly get her next fuck. Carmen still took care, however. She never fucked in her hotel; it was always a guy just passing through. She preferred them a little drunk, so they wouldn't look too closely at her face.
The Seismic members saw her as sexless, or she wasn't their type - not that she ever angled for an affair with any of them - but they respected her. Outside of it, she was feared and dreaded. Tanner Morrison wasn't the least bit intimidated. He looked her right in the eye, snapped back, and didn't hesitate to put her in her place.
He was six feet tall, with lean muscles. His hair was thick, black waves trimmed close to the skull, his round, glinting eyes an exact midnight match. At first, she thought his goatee was stupid, but it grew on her. He liked to surf on the weekends, which explained his perpetual tan. He was more well-groomed than good-looking, clearly, a man who took excellent care of himself and spent a good amount of money on it.
Since the engagement, Carmen and Tanner had been swamped with invitations to various events. She may no longer be the manager of Seismic, but her name still had power. Gone were the days when Carmen babysat five grown men. Now she was a journalist for Rotation, the most prominent music magazine. She interviewed singers and bands and did album reviews. Her articles got the most hits, and every music artist, established or rising, was clamoring to be featured by Carmen.
They had just attended the launch of a new music-sharing site that promised to democratize music distribution yet uphold the artists' rights. Carmen and Tanner hardly had time to enjoy the champagne because everyone wanted to congratulate them or know their take on the new platform. An hour and a half after the launch, Carmen was exhausted and pleaded that they go home.
As she pulled her keys from her purse, Tanner, standing behind her, slid his arms around her waist in a poor pretense of a sweet embrace before his hands dove under her skirt. Her cheeks reddened, her scold breathless and unconvincing as she gripped the key while he mumbled against her shoulder and palmed her pussy. She had to bite back a laugh at the ridiculous image they made. She was red in the face and struggling to remain upright while her fiancé kept his hand on her pussy as if it was going to be stolen from him. Her hands shook as she unlocked the door then they tumbled inside her house. Tanner grunted against her shoulder, fingers fucking her while filling her ear with hot, desperate breathing.
Tanner turned around to claim her lips while stroking and caressing her below the waist. Her dress was a high-necked, black leather number with a zipper from the neckline in front all the way down. The lights were still off, but there was enough light from the moon to see.
A sigh slid from her lips as he found the zipper and tugged it. Carmen smirked as she pushed the dress off while Tanner switched on a lamp. She laughed at his apparent surprise and joy upon discovering she had been naked under her dress all along. He attacked his clothes.
Carmen wailed as Tanner slid his tongue around her nipple, clearly enjoying the added stimulation her piercing gave her. His kisses were wet, hungry slurps on her breasts. They were small but felt heavy with her growing arousal. Tanner tugged a swollen nub too roughly, and she gasped, wordless at how intense the pleasure was.
As Tanner licked and kissed down her flat stomach before pushing his tongue between the drenched folds of her pussy, she groaned and cried out, eyes squeezed shut.
"No fair," she gasped. "I want you too."
"Yeah?" Tanner grinned. "You do?"
"Don't make me beg," she hissed before she used her superior body weight to flip him. Tanner gasped as she climbed over him, turning so she was staring down at his cock.
He spread her thighs wide open as they rested on his shoulders, baring the dripping, pink bounty of her pussy. Carmen whined as she felt his tongue slither into her cunt, his fingers pulling at the skin of her inner thigh to open her wider. Then it was Tanner's turn to grunt as she pumped his cock in her hands and wrapped her lips around the purpled tip. Up and down, she rubbed him with her fingers, and she alternated between hungry, wet licks and open-mouthed kisses on his cock and balls. Her moan caused his cock to harden when he fucked her with his tongue and fingers.
