Page 36 of For the Love of Animals

“Carmen, who do you hate? This clown?”

“No, you. I hate you, okay?”

Now his grip loosened. “I thought we’d gotten past that.”

“Well, we haven’t. I hate the way you make me feel. All strange and needy. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you. And I hate that I felt so jealous when you slept with Verónica.”

“I didn’t sleep with Verónica.”

“You didn’t?”

“I drugged Verónica and spent the whole night on her sofa thinking of you.”

Okay, so I shouldn’t have condoned drugging another woman, but when Nate said that, my heart kind of swelled and hammered against my ribcage.

“Carmen? Is that you?” Antonio asked.

See? I told you he’d spot me, even with the half-mask on. And desperation kicked in. I twisted in Nate’s arms and did the only thing I could think of—a burst of insanity that made perfect sense at the time. I pushed his mask up and kissed him.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Antonio stop in his tracks. Then Nate kissed me back and nothing else mattered anymore. Not Antonio, not the parade, not panicked shouts from the VIP area, and not the sirens that wailed in the distance.

“Take me back to the apartment,” I whispered.

Nate didn’t reply, just picked me up and walked towards the car.

Only he mattered.

CHAPTER 16 - NATE

THIS IS GOING to be messy as fuck, in every way possible.

But Nate didn’t care, just pushed his way through the crowds as Carmen clung to him. His dirty little sniper, the mouthy firecracker who’d driven him wild since the moment she showed up at his apartment.

Trouble with a capital T, but who cared when she tasted as sweet as she did? The men at GAFE were all wrong about her. She could do more than shoot, and she definitely wasn’t frigid. Fuck, she had his pants undone and his cock in her mouth before they got out of the parking lot. Lucky the cops were busy dealing with the aftermath of Lozano or there could have been a problem. As it was, Nate stuck religiously to the speed limit while his feet twitched against the pedals.

He’d gone for an automatic rather than a stick, and now he twisted one hand in Carmen’s hair as she sucked. Damn, she was hot. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat as she fondled the base, and he almost missed a red traffic light.

Too late, he realised the driver in the semi truck next to them could see everything. At least, everything but Carmen’s face, so that was okay. He just gave the guy a grin and a wave and sped off the moment the light turned green.

“Can’t hold on much longer, querida.”

“Then don’t.”

He shot his load as they reached the apartment block, and she swallowed like a pro. Who needed to play the lotto? He’d hit the fucking jackpot.

Carmen looked up, dazed. “Are we back?”

“We’re back, and you’re wearing far too many clothes.”

“You said I wasn’t wearing enough clothes earlier. Make up your mind.”

“Maybe I’ll just fuck you in this dress.” Nate tucked himself away, strode around to the passenger side and reached underneath the skirt, then tore her panties off and stuffed them into his pocket. “I like the stockings.”

At least, he did now they were for his eyes only.

He put one knee to the door sill and leaned in closer, kissing her stupid as he slipped his hand between her legs. Fuck, she was soaked, and he couldn’t resist sliding one finger inside.

“Deeper.” She gasped and parted for him.

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