Page 7 of Carnal

"I think it's you who can't stop flirting with me," I claim.

"You want to fight about this or know the deal?" she asks.

Don't do it. Stop this conversation now before you do something you regret.

"Spill it," I order.

She traces my bottom lip. In the most seductive voice I've ever heard, she challenges, "You come to my place tonight. I call the shots."

I tap my fingers on the outside of my thigh. I try not to appear too excited about the invite to her place while quieting my conscience.

"Scared?" she taunts.

I fist her hair and tug her head back. She sharply inhales, and I hold my face over hers. The gold in her eyes swirls faster against the brown. She swallows hard, and her breath hitches.

I wait several moments, carefully watching her expression. She opens her mouth to speak, and I lean closer, stating, "I'm the only one who calls the shots, Pina."

She freezes then slowly shakes her head. "Then I guess you aren't coming over. I knew you couldn't handle it."

I pause again, debating how to work my way around her ultimatum. She says, "I'm not one of your—"

I shut her up with my lips, sliding my tongue in her mouth so fast she gasps. Her palms press against my chest as if to push me away, but she doesn't. It only takes a few flicks of my tongue around hers before she glides her hands around my head and laces her fingers in my hair.

A path of fiery adrenaline explodes in my cells. Her minty tongue swipes against mine in circles then darts in and out of my mouth. Her body curves into mine, pressing tighter to me until there's no room between us.

I flip her over me, moving her pencil skirt to her hips and tugging her knees until they touch the leather seat. I continue kissing her while moving my hands past her garter until I get to her hot pussy.

I groan. "You fucking dirty girl." She's wearing crotchless panties. I trace the edge of them, not passing the barrier even though I'm dying to do everything explicit with her.

"I'm not a girl. I'm a woman," she mumbles between my lips, then lifts her hips and grinds on my erection.

I palm her ass and slide my other hand in her hair, tugging her slightly from my lips, goading, "Then stop being a tease and acting like a schoolgirl. I'll redirect my driver to your place."

Her lips twitch. "You haven't agreed to my terms. Only real men can handle it."

I scoff. "Real men? Please." I return to kissing her.

She pushes her palms against my chest and retreats, asking, "What are you scared of, then?"

"I'm not scared of anything."

"Then agree I'm in charge. You drop me off at the office, and I'll send you my address."

I snort. "I already know your address."

"No, you don't," she claims.

I arch my eyebrows. "Oh? Did you recently move and not tell Dante?"

"One, no, I didn't move. Two, do you think Dante tells you everything? Three, I don't have to disclose anything about my personal life to him," she insists.

I slide my hand up the back of her shirt, amazed by her smooth skin. I arrogantly state, "Well, I know where you live."

"I said come to my place, not my house," she points out, giving me an equally cocky expression to match my own.

"That makes zero sense," I reply, then try to kiss her again, but she resists.

She taps my head and says, "Think with the right head."

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