NovelEnglish“I ate everything in the Lunchbox. I think I deserve a reward. Even kids get a little sticker or something.” He lowered his head on her belly to smell her scent.
She wore a casual coat, a white cashmere shirt, and jeans. In that outfit, she Looked Like a college student.
She had been turning him down when the lights were out. But if he wanted a reward… She pecked him on the chin.
Carlos wasn’t satisfied. He looked at her. Her rosy lips in Lipstick were so tempting he leaned in and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe didn’t let go of her until she felt like she was going to pass out from lack of air. She gasped, gulping down deep Lungfuls of oxygen. But the next thing she knew, he pressed her against the couch and complained, “Honey, it’s been almost two months.”
“Okay. And?” she asked with a smile, grabbing his wandering hand.
Carlos was definitely annoyed.
“So when are you going to give it up?”
“Letsee.. She pretended to be considering it seriously.
“I can pencil you in next Thursday…” Then she cup with an answer.
“Never! Haha…”
Frustrated, Carlos buried his face in her neck. To punish her a little, he bit her there, under the jawline.
“Ouch! That hurts. Cut it out, asshole.” Her hand flew to her neck. She checked her fingers, there was no blood, but it still stung. Then slowly, the pain was replaced by the touch of his lips, the feel of afternoon stubble nuzzling her neck lightly, gentle kisses.
So when Debbie stepped out of the CEO’s office, there were a few hickeys on her neck, but she knew nothing about it.
Dixon wanted to talk to her, but when he turned his head, he saw Carlos standing at the door glowering at him. So he just waved and focused on his work.
After Debbie left the building, the office was abuzz with speculations about her relationship with Carlos.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I bet bringing Carlos Lunch was only an excuse. Debbie must have been here for saction. Looking at her neck, seems Like she found some.”
“What’s going on between her and Carlos? They’re not married yet, right? Then why does Carlos ask us to call her Mrs. HIilton?”
“Carlos was mean to Debbie when he had amnesia. My guess is he’s trying to make amends.”
“Ooh, interesting.”
Recently, Carlos warned Debbie about hanging around Decker. That he was mixed up with sbad people and she needed to watch her step. She forgot about that, largely because she was too busy. And he was her brother, after all. But
Carlos’ warnings were like an omen. That night, while driving home,
Debbie’s car was forced into an alley. If her driver hadn’t been as skilled as he was, they would have smashed straight into her. She hadn’t recovered from the shock of it yet, when all of sudden thuggish
men emerged from the cars and surrounded her.
The alley was dim. One thug told the middle-aged guy beside him,
“That’s Eckerd’s sister. She’s a kick-ass fighter, so I’ve brought in sof our specialists.”
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