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Chapter 5

Carlos POV:

Waking up, with Steph splayed out on top of me, was the best thing I had ever experienced. She was dead to the world, and I grinned. We had worn each other out, not falling asleep until almost five AM. I rolled my head and checked her clock.

It was almost one in the afternoon. I couldn't figure out what had woken me until I heard it again. It was her stomach. I chuckled as I felt her stretch against me.

"Carlos," she whispered. Her voice horse and husky.

"Your stomach is growling, Babe," I told her. She smiled softly up at me. It growled again and she blushed slightly.

I kissed her, and she moaned softly. Scooping her up, I stood. She giggled. "We walkin' around naked?" she asked, grinning.

"Hmmm."

"Well, I want bacon, so I need to at least grab my robe," she said. I shook my head but bent down to snatch up my shorts and grab her silk robe. I carried her down the stairs and brought her into the kitchen. I handed her the robe and settled her on one of the bar stools.

I leaned in and kissed her. She moaned softly before I pulled back. I grinned and slipped my shorts on. I walked over to the coffee pot and started to make coffee. "What're you wanting me to make?"

"Whatever you feel like," she answered. I watched as she slipped on the robe and watched me. I checked her pantry and fridge.

"Cuban French Toast okay with you?"

"Well, I'm finding Cuban is one of my favorite cuisines," she purred. I grinned at her and poured her a cup of coffee.

"Want anything in your coffee?"

"Two sugar, one cream." She said softly. I made it quickly and walked back over to her. She had a look on her face that I didn't know exactly how to describe.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I slid the cup in front of her and tipped her chin up.

"No one has made me breakfast since I was a kid," she told me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The last time my mother made me an actual breakfast I was fourteen." She shrugged.

I felt anger surge though me. I cupped her cheek and kissed her. "Every time I sleep over, I'll make you breakfast," I told her, smiling softly.

She grinned. "Plan on sleeping over a lot?"

I grinned and kissed her. "As much as you'll let me."

She hummed, and I turned back to get everything ready to make the French toast. Steph was watching intently. Well, I didn't know if she was watching me or my ass. Thirty minutes later we sat, side by side, enjoying my mother's French toast recipe.

Steph was moaning with each bite, and it was everything I had not to pull her into my lap and take her on the counter. She licked her fingers once she was done.

I pulled he into my lap and she straddled me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her robe fell open. I growled and claimed her lips, as my hands claimed her hips.

She rocked her hips against mine, grinding against my cock. "Take me upstairs," she moaned against my lips. I stood, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her upstairs and tossed her onto the bed. I grabbed the remote and opened the automatic blinds.

The bedroom was a mess. The black box was next to the bed, toys were tossed everywhere, the flat sheet was on the floor, the fitted hung off the bed, and a few of the pillows were tossed across the room. I grinned at her.

"We make a good mess," I told her. She grinned.

"Hmm, come here," she purred. She held up a set of leather hand cuffs. I growled and dropped my shorts as her eyes roamed over me.

"I'm taking the driver's seat," she said. I raised an eyebrow as I crawled up to her. I pulled her body to mine and flipped us. She grinned down at me.

"Your one of a kind," she told me.

"I believe I said the same thing about you," I told her, grinning. My eyes roaming over her in the light, I noticed something I hadn't last night.

"You have nipple piercings?" I asked, sitting up. She fell into my lap and gasped softly as my cock brushed against her.

"Mmm," she moaned softly.

"Why aren't you wearing them?" I asked her, grabbing her hips.

"I haven't for a while," she said, biting her lip.

I stilled her hips. "Why not?"

"Do we have to talk about this now?" she whined, trying to move her hips.

"Yes." I growled, smacking her ass. She moaned softly.

"Alright," she said. "I got them a while ago. I did it to piss my mother off. I was home for Christmas and my grandma wanted her belly button done. A girlfriend of mine told me that she loved hers. So, spur of the moment I decided to get mine done."

"Would you wear them for me?" I asked her. She locked eyes with me.

"Depends." She smiled. "What do I get?"

"What do you want?" I growled softly. Her lips found mine, claiming my mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. Her tongue stroked against mine, deepening it.

"Can you give me a rain check?" she asked. "Something to be determined at a later time."

"I have two rules," I told her. She nodded. "No body maiming, and no sharing."

She grinned, "Works for me." She said. She pushed me back down and proceeded to cuff me to the headboard. Last night she had shown me where she kept her universal handcuff key, in case of emergency.

Steph POV:

Carlos and I laid in bed. It was really late in the day. He reached and grabbed his phone. "I need to check in on the guys," he told me. I nodded and tucked my face into his chest.

He scrolled through his phone. "Looks like the guys are alive," he said, rolling his eyes. He paused.

"Babe we should talk," he said. I looked up at him. I shifted; laying between his legs, pressing my chest against his stomach, my chin resting on his chest.

"Lay it on me," I told him. He smiled softly. One hand came up to trace my hairline and down my jaw, the other tangled in my hair.

"I told you I'm in the Rangers," he started. I nodded hesitantly. "I've got a few months left on my contract. Me and the guys decided not to re-enlist. I can be called away at any time, I can be gone for months."

He paused looking at me. His eyes were sad. "I... I don't want to leave you in that situation. I don't want to make you feel like you've got to wait on me. I don't know how serious you want to be..."

"Carlos," I told him. "I've done the casual shit. I don't want that. You don't need to tell me to wait because if you prove that your worth it, I'll wait. I think you're worth it, Carlos, but I'm not going to wait if this isn't committed. I'm not about to tell you to make up your mind right now, but you know where I stand."

He grinned at me. "Like I said Babe, one of a kind." He pulled me up to him, our chest meeting, us nose to nose. "I wanna give this a try, Babe," he said. "What do you think?"

"We're going to do this, and it's going to be good." I grinned against his lips. He chuckled.

The next morning Carlos and I got out of bed together. He dressed in his clothes, which we had washed. I slipped into a pair of jeans, a pair of heels, and a blue blouse. I swiped on some mascara and made sure my hair wasn't too wild. We took the elevator down together, and I had the valet bring both cars up. I stood looking up at him, our arms wrapped around each other.

"We've been together for two days straight, the whole weekend," I told him. He grinned.

"I know. I feel like a kid with separation anxiety." He chuckled. I laughed softly. He leaned down and kissed me softly.

"You gonna get tired of me if I want to see you again tonight?" he asked. I grinned.

"Mmm, tell me when and where."

He chuckled. "You wanna come out to the house? The guys want to have a Bar-B-Q. Some of the guys from the base are coming out, with their wives and girls."

"Is that what I am, one of the girls?"

"No," he told me, and then grinned. "You're my woman."

I smiled up at him; he pulled me closer, his hands on my ass. "Does that make you, my man?"

"The one and only," he growled, leaning down and kissing me.

The valet cleared his throat. Carlos led me to my car and opened the door for me. "See you this afternoon."

"Text me the address," I told him. He kissed me.

"Will do, Babe." He shut the door and I watched him get in his Jeep before I pulled out. I drove a few miles over into the design district. This was the first store I had opened.

I walked in and Elena, who was behind the counter, grinned. "Jess, get yo' ass out here!" she yelled.

"Elena." I scolded her.

"Naw," she drawled. "We heard a rumor from Rosa."

Elena was from Texas. She was southern bell through and through. She didn't take no shit from anybody, especially not a man. She was five foot three, with dark curly brown hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, curvy figure, and big breasts. What I loved about Elena was the fact that she didn't back down and wasn't afraid to be herself. Elena's uniform consisted of a black V-neck shirt with Sin & Lace in hot pink on her chest. She showed a hint of cleavage, and she wore dark blue boot cut jeans with a pair of cowboy boots.

Jess walked out from the back. She was Elena's opposite. She was tall and gorgeous, in a model sort of way. Her blond hair was short in a pixie, her eyes blue and piercing, and she wasn't as curvy and soft as Elena. She stood about an inch taller than me. Where Elena was loud, Jess was soft spoken. Jess was from New York.

"So, what'd Rosa tell you?" I asked.

"That you brought a man into the shop on Biscayne."

"And?"

"He explored the toys section," Elena stated.

I grinned. "That's your business why?" I asked her. She grinned and looked at Jess.

"She got it bad if she ain't tellin' us nothin'." Elena grinned. Jess smiled.

"Hmm, looks like it," she said.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes as a customer came in. I stuck my tongue out at the two of them and walked down the hall to my office.

It was similar to the one on the island but this one was homier. I had offices in each of the three shops, all three were in Miami and I could work from any of them. I turned on the lights and took in the it was very relaxed atmosphere, blues and greys tones with black and white pictures of the beach. The furniture was black leather, the desk was oak. A picture of me opening this shop sat on the desk facing out with the girls that help ran it. Behind the desk was the portrait.

The print was different from the one in the other shop. This one was in black in white, well everything other than the blue hues in the picture. The lace bra and pantie set I wore were a royal blue, very revealing, and see through. My eyes, of course, were still in color. They captivated you.

I grinned, thinking about Carlos. I settled into my desk chair and pulled out my laptop. I set myself up to and started going over invoices with the big shipment companies. We shipped overseas; we sold a ton of product to be sold in Europe and Asia. We didn't have store there, but we were featured in other stores. I still sold some of my designs, ones that were gorgeous but not ones I thought would be best sellers for me. I hadn't been wrong in selling those designs. They did well for the other companies, but the designs I kept for myself did better.

As I was finishing up the invoices with our European clients my phone buzzed. I picked it up and grinned. Carlos was texting me.

Whatcha doin'? Carlos's text read.

Invoices. What about you?

Just got done at the range. CO wanted us doing target practice.

More fun than I'm having.

Want me to stop by?

I wouldn't get any work done.

I can bring lunch...

Fine.

Address?

What're you bringing?

Chinese?

See you soon.

I found myself grinning and I could imagine the smile on his face. I continued to work until I heard Elena out front. "Steph!" she yelled. I grinned. Must mean Carlos is here.

I walked out, and my man stood in front of me, in a pair of fatigues. I nearly moaned. His hands had a bag full of food in them. He grinned at me, "Babe."

"Carlos." I grinned softly. I walked up to him and grabbed his free hand.

"Girls," I said. I brought him back to my office and shut the door behind us. His attention was on the picture.

"Damn," he grinned. "I think I like this one better."

"It's more recent," I told him. "The one on the island is the original one from this office."

He smiled at me. "Besides the picture isn't important," I told him, my eyes running over him. "These are. I like these."

He grinned, setting the food down on my desk. He pulled me close, and he kissed me softly. "I'll remember that." He grinned.

My stomach growled and he chuckled. "Let's feed the beast."

We settled onto the couch after we finished eating. His head was in my lap, my fingers running through his hair. "Do you think if we spend too much time together, we'll get tired of each other?" I asked him, softly.

"Babe, if I'm being honest, I don't think I could ever tire of you. Any other woman I wouldn't be bringing lunch. I would have left her place in the middle of the night after she fell asleep."

I tugged on his hair, and he glared at me. I leaned down and kissed him softly. "What about you? You gonna get tired of me?"

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of you," I told him. He smiled again.

I loved how freely he smiled. I don't think that was normal for him. He didn't seem like the kind of person to smile all of the time, but he did with me.

"So, what time do I need to be there?"

"Six o'clock," he answered.

"When do you need to go back?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair.

"I need to leave in about twenty minutes," he said. I kissed him again.

"Then let's enjoy ourselves for the next nineteen minutes."

"Babe, nineteen minutes isn't enough time for both of us to enjoy ourselves." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him with a grin.