Disclaimer: They're not mine, but I wish I could keep them.

My wonderful Beta Heather (Txbabefan) helped me out with this during my Hiatus.

A/N: The Marquis Residences is a real place in Miami. It's a hotel and a condo building. The first few floors are the hotel and the rest are condos. Stephanie's apartment is styled after one of the penthouse apartments on the upper floors. Its a gorgeous building that is right on the water in Miami.

Chapter 4

Smut Warning

Steph POV:

After the boat ride around the bay, Carlos and I drove back into Miami. He took us to East Grove, a nice community that was thirty minutes from my condo. It was actually closer to the island from his house than from mine.

We pulled into the driveway of a cute, Spanish-style house. Light brown walls, red tile roof. It fit the rest of the neighborhood, with a luscious green yard, beautiful palm trees, and from what I could see, a big back yard with a pool.

He opened the door and we stopped just inside the foyer. Bobby, Tank, and Lester were sprawled out across the furniture in the living room. I think Carlos groaned.

"You can come with me," Carlos offered.

I shook my head. "You'll only be a few minutes. Besides I'd like to meet your friends," I told him. He smiled.

"I'm not responsible for anything they say or tell you. Don't believe anything they tell you."

"Okay." I laughed softly.

He looked at the three of them. "You have manners, remember them." I grinned up at him; he kissed me softly and gave them another look before heading down the hall.

Lester sat forward. "So, what're you kids up to?"

"We're going to dinner."

He raised an eyebrow. "Just dinner?" he asked with an eyebrow waggle. I rolled my eyes.

"Dinner and dancing."

"Didn't today at the beach count as a date?" Lester asked.

"I can't help it if Carlos wants to spend time with me," I answered.

"Carlos… you know, no one but his family calls him that. And most of them call him Ric."

"I guess I'm just special," I told him.

I locked eyes with the big guy, Tank. The nickname was fitting. "It seems you are," he said.

I kept up the staring contest with him. He smiled softly after about two minutes.

"You're defiantly different," Bobby said. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"How's that?"

"For one thing, he hasn't slept with you yet."

"How do you know that's not my doing?"

"No woman has ever turned him down," Bobby answered.

"Who said I was turning him down?" I asked Bobby with a smirk.

"You've got balls on you," Bobby chuckled.

"Not every woman puts out on the first date," I said. "A man's not worth it if can't respect boundaries and wait for a woman to be ready."

Tank nodded. "I like you," He said. "You have my approval."

"She's got mine," Lester grinned. "I have a feeling we're going to get along wonderfully."

"The only approval that matters is mine," Carlos said, coming out of his room. I smiled over my shoulder at him. He walked up and dropped a kiss on the top of my head.

"They talking bullshit?" he asked. I grinned.

"Only a little," I told him. He chuckled.

"I'll call you if I'm coming home tonight," he told the three of them. "If I don't call, don't come looking."

I grinned and stood. I finally took him in. He wore a pair of black slacks, navy blue silk shirt, and black leather loafers. His hair was left loose, flowing over his shoulder. He looked gorgeous. He grinned at me.

"See something you like Babe?"

"You know I like it," I told him. He chuckled and led me to the door. Going back outside he checked his watch. "I made reservations for seven. You've got about two hours to get ready."

"Good," I told him. He smiled at me.

Two hours later I walked down the stairs to the living room. Carlos stood and let his eyes roam over me. I wore an off the shoulder, dark blue dress. My face was more natural, leaning towards the same look he had seen on the picture in my office. My lips were a fire engine red, my hair tousled in big curls framing my face, and my feet were stuffed into a four-inch pair of FMPs.

Carlos walked towards me, his eyes dark. His hand found the back of my neck; the other, my hip as he pulled me to him. "Damn," he growled. "You sure you want to go to dinner?" His lips brushed against mine.

"If we don't, then we still haven't had a third date." I purred, my hand grabbing one firm ass cheek and pulling him to me. He growled, claiming my lips again. This kiss was hard and hot.

"Let's go," he said. I grinned. He led me to the elevator, and we rode it down.

He opened the passenger's side of the Jeep for me, before walking around. He started the car, and took my hand, setting it on his thigh. I grinned, taking advantage of the situation he provided me. My hand skimmed up his thigh, slowly, tracing my fingers lightly over his thigh.

He growled, his hand clamping down on mine. "Babe." He growled. I bit my lip, grinning.

"Don't like being teased?" I purred. I leaned over the console, my lips finding his neck. Kissing softly, nipping the skin, touching my tongue to his skin.

"We're here," he growled.

The valet took his keys. I looked around, surveying the place. I had heard of it but never had eaten here. "You have very good taste."

"You like Italian?"

"I'm half Italian, half Hungarian," I answered.

We walked up to the hostess. The girl, looked barely 20,. She looked at Carlos and I watched as her whole face turned red. "Reservation for Manoso," Carlos said.

"Uhhh...Right this...way," she stuttered.

We followed her to one of the best tables, one overlooking the waterfront. I smiled at him. He took my hand over the table and stroked his thumb over my knuckles. The waiter came and brought us some menus. I let Carlos order the wine as I browsed.

"I think I'll have the fettuccini Alfredo with sausage," I told him.

He chuckled. "I'll have the vegetarian lasagna."

The waiter came and took our orders. "So, when can I see more of those pictures?" he asked.

"I have a portfolio at home," I told him, with a grin.

"Can I get a copy of the whole thing?"

I laughed softly. "If you're a good boy." He growled at me.

We ate, chatting back and forth. Surprisingly, he didn't have a problem opening up to me, even if some things took some prying. "So what club are we going too?" I asked him, as we pulled away.

"Caliente."

"The hot new Latin club?"

"A friend of my cousin is a bartender," He shrugged. I grinned at him.

We got into the club quickly. We didn't bother grabbing a table, instead we went straight to the dance floor. The first number was hot and fast. Our bodies were close, grinding against each other, causing the both of us to start panting.

His hand found my hip as the next number started. He pulled me close, his leg slipping between mine, he led me directly into the Bachata. My body was close to his, his hips moving against mine, grinding against me.

With the next song we moved into the Rumba. "Where did you learn to dance to Latin dances?" Carlos asked me.

"I took dance classes as a kid," I panted. "Let's get out of here."

"We've only danced to three songs." He grinned.

"If I could wait any longer, I would," I purred. "Let's go."

XXXXXX

The ride up in the elevator was excruciating. I wanted to push him against the wall and have my way with him. When we finally came to a stop on my floor, he scooped me up into his arms, claiming my mouth with a fiery kiss.

He carried me up the staircase to my bedroom and sat me on my feet at the foot of my bed. My heels almost made me stand eye to eye with him. His hands found my hips, pulling me against him.

One of my hands tangled in his hair, the other started unbuttoning his silk shirt. His hand found the zipper on my dress, it fell down around my ankles, as I stepped back from him. His shirt was slung across the room, landing on the floor somewhere.

No words were spoken, as he picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist he crawled into the bed, laying me on my back and following me down. His hands began to roam, one latching onto my hip, keeping me pulled tight against him. The other founds its way to my hair; weaving his fingers through, he pulled my head back. I gasped, bearing my neck to him.

He began to rock into me, through his pants and my panties I could still feel his heat. I mewled, as he pulled my hair harder. His lips found my neck, nipping at the skin. The hand moved from my hip, gathering my wrist in his. He pinned them above my head. "Carlos," I gasped as his lips sucked my pulse point into his mouth.

I dug my heels into his back, causing him to growl. His hips ground into mine. His teeth bit into my skin, arching my back. He soothed the sting. His released, then removed my bra. I reached for him, and he grabbed my wrists again, he put them next to my head.

"Keep them here. Don't move," he told me, brushing his lips against mine. He slid down my body, pulling each heel off, tossing them to the floor. He kissed up my leg, his teeth finding the lace of my panties. He lifted my hips and worked them down my legs, then kissed his way up my other leg. He stepped off the bed, kicking off his shoes. He dropped his slacks.

I gasped. That was hell of a lot bigger than what I thought. I mean whenever I felt it, I knew it was big, above average, but I didn't think that would fit.

"Carlos..."

"Shh," he said, crawling back onto the bed. He reminded me of a panther stalking his prey. He grabbed my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Nipping at the skin on the insides of my thighs, his mouth descended on me. My hips arched up as his tongue circled my clit, sucking it into his mouth. He nipped it with his teeth, and I came, hard. Carlos set his chin on my pelvic bone, looking up at me with a wolf grin.

"Carlos, please," I moaned softly. He crawled up my body, kissing my stomach on his way up. His hands found my breast, cupping them, his thumbs running over my nipples. His mouth found one, his hot, wet mouth teasing me.

He pinned my hips to the bed and moved between them. "I've only got one condom, Babe," He said against my neck.

"I thought you were military. You should be able to plan," I told him. He grinned.

"No, Babe. I'm going to make sure you come so hard you won't be able to move. Then I'll run downstairs to the hotel's gift shop and grab us some condoms."

I grinned at him. He grabbed his wallet from his pants and tore the condom package open. I sat up and snatched it from him. I sat up and he growled. I slipped it over the head of his cock, rolling it the rest of the way up.

He pinned me to the bed, "Did I tell you to move?" He growled.
I hooked my leg over his hip and rolled us. "Hmmm, I don't think so, but I'm not an idle partner," I told him grinding myself against him. "If you want me to stay still, you're going to need to tie me down."

I took the head of him into me and clenched him, he groaned. He grabbed my hips as I started to sink down on him. I worked him into me, causing the both of us to pant. When I finally had him all the way inside me, I had to catch my breath.

I had never felt so full before. He stretched me, he filled me completely. There was no way he could go any deeper. Grabbing my hips he flipped us, laying me on my back. I was wrong, he could go deeper.

"If that's an invite to restrain you, Babe, you can bet your sweet ass I'm going to take it," he growled in my ear. He pulled out of me, all the way out and thrust all the way back in, in one stroke. My nails dug into his shoulders as I brought my legs up to wrap around his waist.

There was no way I was going to let him do all the work. I was going to give as good as I got. He growled, on his next thrust as I brought my hips up to meet his. He slammed into my clit causing me to scream. He chuckled.

"You'll be doing a lot more of that tonight, Babe," He growled.

He set a pace, pulling out slowly, and thrusting in hard grinding against my clit each time. I was on edge, and he knew it. He pulled back, making a shallow thrust. I groaned, trying to force him closer with my legs. My hands buried themselves in his hair, nails digging into his scalp, fingers pulling at his hair.

"Please, stop teasing, Carlos," I moaned. He growled and picked his pace back up.

"Tell me what it feels like, Babe. Tell me how it feels to have me inside you, over you."

"So good!" I moaned, arching my back. "I've never been this full before! Please let me come."

The last part may have come out more of a sob. He gave in though. His thumb found my clit and he circled it, rubbed it. I felt the tingle start to spread through all of my limbs. His lips were at my ear. "Come with me, Babe," he growled.

That set me off. I brought my hips up to meet his as I screamed. With my nails digging into his shoulders and my legs tightening around his waist, I threw my head back as I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. My body tightened around him as I felt his release slamming into the barrier of the condom.

I pulled him down on top of me; he tried to keep his full weight off of me, but I loved the weight of him on top of me.

He rolled us, slipping out of me. I groaned softly. He grinned at me, and kissed me.

"I'll wait while you go get those condoms." I told him. "I'll get my toy box out."

He growled and kissed me. He laid me on my back as he slipped from the bed and yanked on his slacks. I grinned.

So this is a few days early than I was originally supposed to come back, but starting next week I plan to update on Mondays and Fridays.