Page 6 of Carnal

Dante ignores her and motions to my SUV, asking, "Tristano, can you take Pina back to the office? I need to get these documents to Papà."

Adrenaline rushes through my veins. I force myself not to look excited. Giddiness overpowers me, so I don't look at Pina, focusing on Dante. I shrug. "Sure. I don't have a lot going on today."

"Maybe you need a better work ethic so you aren't bored," Pina suggests, batting her eyes at me and grinning.

"Just because I know how to delegate doesn't mean I don't have a good work ethic," I declare.

She tilts her head, arching her eyebrows. "Does it?"

"See, these are the things I could teach you if you worked for me instead of Dante," I claim.

Dante groans. "I'm leaving. Pina, when you get to the office, I need you to alert the drivers we're close."

She gives him a little salute. "On it."

He grumbles something incoherent under his breath then gets in his SUV. It leaves the docks, and I tell Rubio, "Notify me once the shipment arrives and you've reviewed it all."

"Done," he replies.

"Ready?" I ask Pina, walking to the SUV and holding the door open.

The twinkle in her eye ignites. She licks her plump lips, punishing me further. Her floral perfume flares in my nostrils as she slides past me and onto the leather seat.

I get in and shut the door, trying not to stare as she slowly crosses then uncrosses her legs.

"Eyes up here," she chirps, catching me ogling her.

"Is there something you're insinuating?" I bait her, teetering close to crossing a line I know I shouldn't. Dante will kill me if I make a move on Pina.

She glances at my strained zipper then pins her orbs on me, challenging, "What would that be?"

Unable to resist, I lean closer, inhaling her perfume and stepping over the line I shouldn't. I murmur, "I think you have some cougar wishes."

She scoffs and turns her head so her face is inches from mine. "Cougar? I'm only two years older than you."

I glance at her lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss her. I add, "Still makes you a cougar."

She drags two fingers from the top of my head down to my jaw. Tingles burst under her touch. I freeze as she bats her eyes and smiles, declaring, "I'd have to fuck you to be your cougar."

All restraint to not cross any more lines flies out the window. I ask, "My place or yours?"

Pina smirks, and two indents pop out on her cheeks. I hold in my groan, damning those dimples that I can't get off my mind. She moves so close our breaths merge. Mint mixes with her floral scent. She lowers her voice, sliding her hand on my inner thigh and stopping an inch from my groin. "I doubt you can handle what I'm into."

I grunt. "Highly doubt it. The only one who'll be unable to handle anything is you."

"That so?"

"Guarantee it," I claim.

She tilts her head and combs her fingers over the side of my head. They graze my ear, and I barely resist shuddering.

What is it about this woman?

This is a very bad idea. Dante's going to be pissed.

Fuck him.

Her lips brush mine as she states, "Tell you what. I'll make you a deal since you can't seem to stop flirting with me."

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