Page 61 of Fixer for the Billionaire

The drive back to our hotel is agonizingly slow, but I use it as a chance to hold Carmina's hand and kiss her fingers.

When we finally arrive, she leads me into the dark suite and shuts the door behind us.

She faces me, running her hands up my chest, over my shoulders, and around my neck. Her eyes are dark with desire, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My breath catches as she tangles one hand in my hair while the other slides down my back to rest on my hip.

"Quentin," she whispers, her raspy voice sending shivers down my spine. "I need you."

Her confession catches me off guard, slicing through the haze of desire with its sharp, honest edge.

"Quentin," Carmina begins, each word a whisper in the charged silence of the room, "it's been… it's been a while for me. And I'm not usually one for handing over the reins, you know?" She laughs, but there's a vulnerability in her voice that tightens something in my chest. "But with you, I want to. I want everything. The full Quentin Anderson experience." Her eyes sparkle with a mix of daring and something softer, deeper.

The words send a thrill through me, electric and intense. "Do you trust me, Carmina?" I ask, the weight of the moment pressing down.

Her nod is shy but certain. "Yes, I trust you."

It feels like a gift, wrapped in sincerity and trust. I smile, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the physical hunger between us.

"Then show me," I say, my voice a husky rasp. "Close your eyes."

She closes them, and I step closer. "Now, turn around," I whisper, guiding her gently. She obeys without hesitation, giving herself over to me completely.

I lean in and place a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, trailing my lips down her spine, savoring the softness of her skin under my touch. She shivers, a statue of anticipation.

My voice is an appreciative hum as my gaze travels down her body. "You're beautiful," I say, meaning it with every fiber of my being. My fingers slide down her arms to her hips.

She sighs, a shy but steady sound that makes me want to sink to my knees and worship her like the goddess she is. And so I do.

My hands roam over her curves, smoothing over her hips, down her thighs, to her calves.

"Alright, daredevil," I murmur, "let's take this slow. We wouldn't want you tripping over those gorgeous heels of yours, now would we?"

Gently, I guide her out of her heels, bending down to place them neatly by the door. "Much better."

Standing back up, I place my fingers at the top of her dress, finding the zipper.

"May I?" I ask, placing another kiss at her nape.

She nods eagerly, and I slowly unzip her dress, letting it fall to the ground in a whisper of fabric. With her back to me, Carmina stands in a matching black lace lingerie set. Her wavy dark hair settles at her shoulders, and my breath hitches at the sight of her.

I take a step closer, lightly tracing my fingers down her spine and over the lace of her bra. She shivers under my touch, and I lean in to place soft kisses along her shoulder blades.

"Absolutely stunning, Carmina," I murmur against her skin.

She turns to face me, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"You're not so bad yourself," she teases, running her hands down my chest. I resist the urge to pull her close and ravish her right then and there.

Instead, I take a step back and reach for her waist. "If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word," I remind her.

Carmina nods, and I gently lower the lace of her bra to expose her breasts.

"Good," I nod back. "Now that I have the reins..." My stare hardens. "Get on your knees for me, darling."

Her brown eyes widen deliciously in the dark, and I run a thumb along her jaw. With no more than a blink, Carmina lowers to her knees, her shins pressing against the soft carpet. I keep my hand on her skin, smiling as she peers at the erection beneath my slacks.

Her hands move to my belt, unfastening it quickly before letting it clank to the floor. I watch as this gorgeous woman runs a hand over my boxer briefs, sliding it along my hard dick. She grips the waistline and pulls the soft fabric down to my ankles.

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