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“Levi?” she says, voice gentle.
Right. The job.
I force myself not to think. Then I crowd her back against the door, brace one hand beside her head, and say, “Enough messing around, Carmen. I’m having you tonight.”
Her eyebrows lift just slightly, and the pushy edge melts right out of me. I don’t even know if she’s uncomfortable, but the chance of it is enough.
“I mean…if you want to,” I add quickly. “It’s not— I just mean…we don’t have to.” I drag a hand through my hair. “Fuck…I can go.”
“I prefer the first idea,” she says. She reaches up and curls her fingers into the front of my shirt. “Come on then.”
She walks me to her bed, and I follow because apparently my legs still work even though the rest of me has gone useless. Everything feels too fast and too slow at the same time.
My heart is somewhere in my throat.
“Sit,” she says quietly.
I sit on the edge of her bed, eyes locked on her as she steps back. Without breaking my gaze, Carmen grabs the hem of her cami and slowly peels it over her head. Her breasts spill free, nipples already tight and begging for my mouth. She lets the fabric drop to the floor, then hooks her thumbs into her pajama bottoms and underwear, sliding them down her hips. She steps out, completely bare.
My brain short-circuits. All I can do is stare, pulse thundering in my ears, cock aching at the sight of her.
She moves toward me. “Arm,” she murmurs. She helps ease my shirt over my head and off my bad arm. The moment it’s gone, I lift my hips, shove my jeans and underwear down, and kick them away.
I reach for her, hungry to touch, but she pushes my hand back down onto the bed.
“Lie back,” she says.
I obey, shifting into the center of the mattress, staring up at her.
Her gaze drags slowly over my body—down to my cock, then up across my abs and chest—while her warm hand follows the same path, nails grazing lightly over my skin. She bites her lip.
“God, you’re hot,” she breathes.
Heat floods my face. Before I can think, I reach up and thread my fingers through hers.
She squeezes my hand, eyes softening for a heartbeat, then she reaches for the silk tie from her robe on the nightstand. Without a word, she wraps the soft fabric around my good wrist and ties it to the bedpost above my head.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You’re mine tonight,” she whispers, the husky promise in her voice sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my cock.
I test the knot—it’s crap. I could break free if I wanted. But I don’t. I won’t. She can have whatever the hell she wants.
“I trust I don’t have to tie the other one,” she says.
I shake my head, already completely lost in her.
She smiles then leans down and kisses me deeply. Her mouth moves slowly down my body, trailing heat across my chest, over my abs…
“Come sit on my face,” I say, voice rough with need, already imagining burying my tongue in her.
She shakes her head. “I’ll hurt your shoulder.”
I don’t give a damn about my shoulder, but she’s already pulling out a condom from the drawer.
“Why the fuck do you have those?” I ask, a sharp spike of something hitting me.
Carmen looks down at me, a little smirk playing on her lips. “For you, dummy.” She raises an eyebrow. “Did you bring one?”
