Page 64 of Heat & Deceit
“No,” I say immediately.
She mumbles something under her breath, but I don’t catch it. “Anyone can do drugs, Lycus. There’s not alook. Do you know how many picture-perfect parents or grandparents out there are hooked on pills?”
This seems like a trick question.
“No?”
“So many. You don’t have to look any type of way to be on drugs, Lycus. Technically, you are on drugs. You’re wasted.”
“So, I do look like I do drugs?” I ask.
“Turn right in five-hundred feet,” the navigation lady interrupts.
“Jesus Christ,” she growls. “You’re missing the point, and there’s no sense in arguing with you when you’re drunk.”
“I did the thing, huh?”
She side-eyes me before taking the turn, as instructed. “What thing?”
“Where I don’t know when to stop.”
“Oh.” She chuckles under her breath. “I think I might’ve started that fight.”
“Hmm.” I lean toward her again and inhale. Carmine has a distinct lack of a scent, and it’s thoroughly disappointing. Maybe if I buried my face between her legs, I’d find her scent. “I’m starting to think you like arguing with me.” Grabbing a lock of her brunette hair, I twirl it around my finger and tug. “Definitely sexy,” I purr.
A shudder wracks her body, and she does a good job of hiding it, but I’m so close, I see the exact second her shoulders pull back and how she clenches her jaw.
“Back up,” she snaps.
There’s thatfuck around and find outtone I love.
“As you wish.” I release her hair and retreat, smirking to myself as I turn to look out the window.
“Is this how you act on dates?” She mutters the question.
“No.” I turn and let my gaze roam over her curves. They’re soft and delectable, and I could bury myself between her tits and die happy. “This is all for you, Carm.” I move my gaze before she catches me ogling her.
She glares at me. “Don’t call me that.”
“Is that how you should talk to your boss?”
“And what about the way you’ve been talking to me?” she counters.
“Fair enough, but you’re just so cute when you get mad, Carm.”
“I swear, if I weren’t driving, I’d throttle you,” she mutters. “Please don’t call me that,” she says in a prim and proper voice that goes straight to my cock.
“Threaten me again.”
“What?”
“Please?”
“You’re such a weirdo.” She shakes her head.
“Take a slight left onto El Dorado drive.”
Carmine follows the directions through the neighborhood, eyes widening with every passing mini-mansion.
