“So I got filled croissants. Various fillings so you can take your pick. Sticky buns, because they just sounded awesome. A few beignets and then a couple of cinnamon rolls.”
“Wow, do you like yourself a sugary breakfast?” Raven asked. She didn’t care. The food sounded so good, and seeing as she no longer went to Ava’s bakery, everything else had been substandard.
She pulled out a chair as Carlos disappeared.
Getting to her feet, she rushed after him to see him grabbing two cups of coffee.
“What the hell, Carlos?”
“I’m taking care of you for a change. Stop getting your panties in a twist, unless they’re coming off those pretty thighs,” Carlos said.
He kissed her on the lips again, and Raven was a little taken aback.
“You know this is not a … relationship. I’m here on club business to protect you. Nothing else.”
“I know, and I’m here to keep you company while you do a fine job of protecting me. We’re working as a team, Raven. Can’t you see that?”
“I can see my foot going up your ass. That’s what I can see,” she said.
He chuckled, but he clearly wasn’t threatened as he put the cups of coffee on the table and then wrapped his arms around her. His hands went straight to her ass, where he captured the cheeks. “Ah, but you see, there are plenty of things I could do to this ass, and none of them involve my foot.”
She closed her eyes as his hands pushed past the elastic band of her shorts and he gripped her naked ass. She hated wearing underwear to bed and often avoided it. As he squeezed her flesh, she struggled not to moan or whimper for more. Especially when he kneaded her ass cheeks and her flesh felt oh so sensitive.
How was he able to push so many buttons?
It was insane.
“Have you ever had a cock in this ass, Raven?”
She opened her eyes, tilting her head back to look at him. What was she doing? What was he doing?
“This isn’t happening,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m supposed to be taking care of you. This is … it’s not right. I’m your personal guardian, Carlos. If anything happens to you, it would be my ass at the club.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me because you’re damn good at what you do, but you can’t deny that you don’t want this. Not after last night.”
“Last night was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened.”
“Which time?” he asked, kissing her neck.
Why did he have to kiss her there? Why did her neck have to be so sensitive? Against her own reasoning, her eyes closed, and she sank her teeth into her lip, trying to contain her excitement. Her nipples had already tightened, and she didn’t want to think about the pleasure happening between her thighs.
So much pleasure. So much need.
“You think I can’t tell that you’re aroused right now, Raven? That you’re not begging for me?”
“Please,” she said.
“Tell me you want my dick.”
She opened her eyes and glared at him. She did want his dick, so much, but saying those words aloud meant she was giving in to him, and that just didn’t feel right. Not even a little bit.
“I hate you,” she said. There wasn’t much conviction in her voice.
Carlos chuckled, and even that annoyed her. Why was he finding this funny?
Why wasn’t she more pissed off? She should be.
Carlos moved her toward the table, going to the different end from where the baked goods were.
He lifted her, and she didn’t fight him even though she didn’t like how easy it was for him to manhandle her. She kept on glaring at him, but he grabbed the edge of her top and lifted it to throw it across the room.
Raven had no choice but to hold on to the edge of the table as he grabbed the band of her shorts and tore them off her body. Tilting her head back, she looked at him, waiting, expectant. Of what, she wasn’t exactly sure, but she kept her gaze on him.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to stand in that line this morning?”
“Carlos, you’re the head of the Santiago mafia empire. I doubt you wait in line for anything.”
“True, but as I waited for my order, because I didn’t phone ahead, I was thinking about your pretty pussy.” His hands slid up the inside of her thighs, spreading them apart, and she whimpered as he finally cupped her pussy. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she cried out as he pressed a finger inside her.
He pumped in and out of her before sliding the finger to her clit. Then he stroked back and forth, making her ache for more of him.
“I want to hear you scream my name,” he said. “To watch you come apart.”