A/N: Inspired by a snipped PeriPeri posted in the Facebook group Janet Evanovich Fanfiction. I blame her for this which is basically just smut with pretending for a second there is a story in there LOL The highlighted fat section is what was posted. Though, I tweaked it a teeny tiny bit to make it more BABE … I have no shame ...
Under normal circumstances I'd consider myself a rather mellow and chill girlfriend, without any hang-ups and a whole lot of insecurities. As I said, under normal circumstances. Carlos Manoso and me however were not considered 'normal circumstances'.
There was something about Carlos that somehow brought out the worst in me. Well, not worst per se, just… a side that I wasn't used to. I have had my fair share in boyfriends throughout the years and never a problem with jealousy. Generally speaking, I was secure enough in my relationships that I didn't worry about female attention towards my guys. That is, of course, until Carlos Manoso aka Ranger stepped into my life. After a few years of back and forth and some odd decisions we got out shit together and became an item. And that is technically when the issues began. Though, calling it issues seems a little like an overreaction.
There had always been plenty of heat and chemistry between me and Carlos – even when I was still dating Morelli. Needless to say, that while Morelli and me worked well together – on some days – the heat and chemistry Carlos and me produced put everything else to shame. I figured, when we managed to get together, the sizzle and heat would die down eventually, but it didn't. Somehow it just managed to increase and a need for the other one developed that I had never experienced before. Some days we barely made it through the door dressed, ripping each other's clothes off or away, desperate for skin or more. Personally, I don't want to think about images that were transmitted into the control room and giving whoever was on duty a show. Because, as much as Carlos liked to insist that he scrambled the feed, I am certain there were instances when he didn't, because he forgot or because I made him forget.
I'd like to point out that our relationship wasn't based on sex, but… well, though it wasn't we still spent an awful high amount of time doing it. No shame though, because let's be honest here, if you had a guy like Carlos Manoso at your disposal, doing all the things to you and your body you so far had only managed to dream up and fantasize about, you would do the exact same thing.
With the nympho he managed to turn me into, he also managed to bring out my jealous side, one I wasn't aware I actually had until I met him. It wasn't like I didn't trust him, because I did. I just didn't trust the woman that stalked around him. And while none of them could really force him into anything, it didn't mean I needed to like it.
Somehow Jeanne Ellen Burrows had managed to weasel her way back into his life, making me see red more than once. To be fair though, Carlos handled my bouts of jealousy like a champ, mainly seeming amused at that rather uncharacteristic display of my usually rather sunny and cheerful personality. Though, it wasn't like he was far behind in regards to outbursts. But just like he had his ways of cooling me down, I had my ways of making him see reason.
Until today that is, when I finally managed to see redder than red. I swear to God, if Jeanne Ellen put her hand just once more on my man, I'd saw it off. From what I knew this was supposed to be a business meeting about… something. I don't really know what kind of business meeting required her hand on his biceps. Or shoulder. Or somewhere lower. In Carlos' defense he did a rather stellar job of trying to sidestep her movements – sometimes successful, sometimes not as successful.
I was sitting in Lester's chair – whose cubicle was perfectly located at a point that allowed me to watch the meeting without seeming obvious.
"You know, as much as I enjoy your company, I actually have paperwork to get to. And while I usually welcome any excuse to not do it, I fear your man or Tank will go for my head if I don't finally hand in my paperwork. So maybe you could find some other chair to occupy?" I heard him asking.
"No," I just said, not taking my eyes off that meeting. "Find yourself another cubicle!"
"You've been watching that meeting room for the past hour; don't you think that should be enough?"
"Do I look like I think this should be enough?" I asked, turning quickly towards Lester for a second before my gaze fell back onto the meeting.
I heard a sigh next to me and finally Lester must have realized that there was no way I'd move or budge. "Fine, I believe Zip is on vacation this week. I'll just use his cubicle." And off he went, leaving me to my own devices.
What felt like hours but was probably just another ten minutes later, the meeting seemed to come to an end and Burrows as well as Carlos came outside. I wasn't quick enough in turning around and therefore was busted. Well, not that I cared. There wouldn't have been a logical explanation for me taking over Lester's desk anyway.
"Plum," Burrows smiled at me viciously. "I see you still haven't gotten yourself killed. Good."
From the tone in her voice, I could hear that she didn't think this was good, but why should I care?
"Burrows, I see you are still as cheaply dressed as always. Or is this you, combining your side job as BEA with your main job as dominatrix?" I asked with a smile as sweet as hers, nodding towards her latex barbie getup.
Instead of a reply, she turned around and left, hopefully never to be seen again. I knew better than that, but a girl could hope, right? I didn't miss here hand grazing Carlos' chest when she turned and left and knew this had been on purpose, just to fuck with me. And I needed to admit, it worked.
"Babe?" Carlos asked, sounding curious and also a little alarmed. Instead of a reply, I just got up, grabbed his hand and pulled him after me, past all the desks of curious Merry Men, into the elevator and up to the seventh floor, inside the save walls of the penthouse apartment and away from praying eyes.
"Why do you have to work with her? Of all the people, why does it need to be here?" I asked the second the door fell in its lock.
"Because she is our liaison with Les Sebring."
"I'm certain she'd like to be a lot more than just the liaison. Judging from her touchy-feeling appearance throughout that meeting and her constant hands on you."
"Babe, she can try to touch as much as she wants to, doesn't mean I'll reciprocate."
"It isn't like you discourager her an awful lot, is it?" I asked annoyed.
"Well, what did you want me to do? Slap her hand away?" he asked, sounding more amused than angry.
"That would have been better than what you did! Which was nothing," I spat. Apparently, I was on a roll and saw only my aggression and anger. Though, it was more directed at her than him.
"Babe," he just said, a smile gracing his lips. And somehow his Babe sounded condescending. The logical part of my brain told me that I was overreacting and that Ranger would never condescend me – but that part was deeply buried right now. Rhino!Steph had her appearance and made full use of her interrupted time.
He made me so furious all of a sudden that I raised my arm, ready to slap him. But he caught my wrist, holding it in a vice grip and moved us backwards, backing me against the wall. Moving closer towards me, he leaned down until his lips were next to my ear and whispered in a low and husky voice: "Wanna try that again, Babe?"
Here's the thing, even if I wanted to try once more, I couldn't. He had such a strong grip on me wrist that I was not able to move it just for an inch. Which he knew just too well, seeing as it was no secret who held the physical advantage in this relationship. But it wasn't as if I didn't know how to even the odds and make his weaknesses – which he definitely had – my advantage. His weakness was mainly me, naked. And trust me when I tell you, I had no issues making that one weakness my forte and working it full force if I needed or wanted something and needed just a little pressure to apply.
I tried moving my wrist in a rather sorry excuse, because… well, I didn't really want to. But sometimes it was fun pretending you wanted to do something and therefore raise the heat just a little more. Not that we needed any more heat. Between the two of us, we could easily heat up an entire state.
As a reply I only got a raised eyebrow from Carlos, waiting what I'd do next. It shouldn't come as a surprise that I just lunged forward and pressed my lips against forcefully against his, raising the heat to a whole new level. All of a sudden, he let go of my wrist, brought his hands under my ass and lifted me up, pressing me further into the wall again. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and brought my hands up to his face, snaking my arms around his neck before one of them decided it was better when I started a search for skin. My hand traveled down his chest, found the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up. He pressed me even further into the wall so that he was able to remove his hands and help me ridding him of his shirt. I threw the garment somewhere and started working on the cargos he was currently wearing. Not for long though, if I had my way. His hands found their way to my ass again and a moment later he moved us to… somewhere. It wasn't as if I cared as long as my lips could ravish his. Due to the movement my hands found their way back to his neck.
I didn't realize an awful lot because… well, my mind was occupied with other things, mainly the guy I was making out with currently, but I did notice us moving past a few doors. Which was odd. Mainly because we had been standing in the living room before, and the bedroom as well as the office or kitchen only required walking through one door. But my mind was too fuzzy to question him or wonder about anything and when I all of a sudden heard water running and a second later was placed under the freezing cold steam of his rather luxurious shower I went from hot and bothered to cold and freezing.
"Are you crazy?" I yelled; my legs still wrapped around his waist.
"I figured you could need something to cool you down, Babe," he just said, moving us – or rather me – further under the water. My heated skin cooled within seconds but my temperament flared back up to its previous state pre-making out. The moment when I wanted to slap him. Hard. Like I was feeling right now once more.
Unwrapping my legs from him, I placed them firmly on the ground, ready to really slap him once more, especially seeing how I was fully dressed and drenched from head to toe. Speaking about killing a mood.
"Congratulations, you succeeded," I said angrily and saw him smile at me again.
"Not sure, I did, Babe. You still feel kind of hot to me." And as if to prove a point he placed a hand on my bare upper arm and letting it slowly slide down my arm, leaving all sorts of goosebumps and a certain electricity that was almost frightening. It was shocking what one touch of his could do to me and by now I was probably really close to nympho-territory, but… well, I guess it could be worse. Before I even had a chance for a smart comeback, his lips were on mine again and my anger dispersed once more just like that and I kissed him back with a hunger as if nothing had ever happened.
He pressed me against the cold tiles of his shower with the water still beating down on us, though not as cold anymore as before. But that could of course also just be my befuddled mind. While my hands gotten busy once more with his cargos, his hands found my button-down shirt and quickly worked through the buttons until he had it hanging open and was presented with my lacy bra. He managed to open the front clasp at more or less the same time as I managed to work his cargos open.
His hands found my naked breasts, while my hands found first his neck before travelling down his exposed back, letting my nails scratch over his equally hot skin. I heard a hiss coming from him and knew I had scratched a little harder than I had expected, but it didn't seem like he minded. Which I knew he didn't. When Carlos was in the heat of the moment he was just as bad as I was in getting down to business.
"I hope you know what you have managed to get yourself into," he whispered into my ear, kissing my neck a second later and tightening his grip on my breasts at the same time.
I felt his hands leaving my breasts for a short moment, working on my jeans and being ridiculously quick in getting them open and pushing them along with my panties down.
My lips found his again and I pulled him into me as if my life depended on it. The cold water from the shower was still beating down on us, but it didn't slow us for just a second – quite the opposite actually.
"I'm sorry," he said out of the blue and confused me since I was almost certain that he was not apologizing for whatever I had been mad about a one or two moments ago.
"For what?" I asked between heated kisses and my hands caressing his skin, while his hands did the same.
"For not going easy," was all I got before he pushed into me.
I don't know what I had been expecting, in all fairness. Because, sex with my own personal Cuban Sex god was always… different and well above good. We came up with a whole lot of interesting things in the bedroom and it certainly was never not hot and got us off in record time. But him just pushing into my, without any foreplay, any preparing or just a word was not it. Not that it mattered or that I mind because… well, I had been wet for him since pretty much the moment I had dragged him after me off the floor. I had just not known back then.
It was quick and fast and hard and matched both our needs and desire perfectly. Both of us were in need for a quick release and could always postpone the gentle and soft lovemaking to a later point. Or right after this shower session that had no cleaning purpose and would probably require us to have an actual shower right after, seeing as we both were working up a sweat despite the constant water hitting us.
He worked a ruthless and quick pace, bringing me towards the edge within a few hard strokes and had me moaning shamelessly. I had learned long ago that Carlos liked me being vocal. The louder and more vocal the better. So, while I had been rather reserved in the beginning, nothing was holding me back anymore by now. He hands gripped my hips tightly and I was sure that would leave a mark. Not that I really cared at that point, because as long as he kept moving the way he was, he could bruise me up good. It was a spot that wouldn't get any attention from anyone but him anyway.
I threw my head back, hitting the tiles behind me and let out a deep and guttural moan when he moved us and changed his angle, hitting all the sweet and right spots to drive me further into unconsciousness. I was inching closer and closer towards the edge and let him know just how well he was doing when he surprised me all of a sudden by withdrawing from me. WTF? Before I had a chance of voicing my protest and questioning what he was doing, he turned me and pushed me into the wall once more, face first.
He repositioned himself behind me and connected us once more, inserting me at a surprising slow pace all of a sudden. But not for long. The moment he was buried till the hilt in me, he pulled me back against his chest and away from the wall, linking our right hands and positioning them on the tiled wall, bending me forward in the process.
Returning to his ruthless and hard pounding into me, I felt my orgasm creep closer with each second and barely registered the water above us stopping. His kissed his way across my back, from shoulder to shoulder and did occasionally bite down as well, probably leaving another mark.
The water returned a moment later, just not in a way I had expected, when I realized he had taken the showerhead out of its mount and was directing it right towards my clit, making me orgasm almost the instant it hit me, all cold water and everything.
My orgasm didn't slow him down, not that I had expected as such, seeing that it never slowed him down but rather drove him deeper into a mindset that seemed obsessed with getting me off once more. The water kept pounding against my clit, he kept pounding into me from behind and I was caught in between, trying to deal with the impending second orgasm and the fact that my clit was displaying oversensitivity from the abuse it was subjected to. It was torture at its best and I loved every second of it, moaning as encouragement for him to keep going and gifting me release for the second time.
His lips by now had found their way to my neck, sucking, biting and kissing fiercely as if I was his last meal and he needed to quench an appetite. Three more thrusts on his part and he sent me over the edge once more, with a shout that could probably be heard at the other side of the country and him following me suit a few moments later, a moan and shout equaling mine in volume.
I fell forward towards the wall, with him pressing against me into pressing me into it until the still cold tiles were giving me a rather welcome cooling down. I noticed the water still running, with the showerhead being now pointed towards a vacant corner of the shower while Carlos tried to find his cool once more.
Both my shirt as well as my jeans were clinging to me, dripping all over the shower floor and rivaling the showerhead in regards to the amount of water.
I felt Carlos' hand tug on my shirt first, removing it as well as my bra from me a second later and throwing it carelessly into a corner of the shower.
Turning off the shower a moment later, he also helped me out of my jeans as well as my shoes which I figured might as well be ruined by now and wrapped me into one of his extra fluffy towels a second later. He discarded his own cargos and shoes after he had positioned me onto the closed toilet to sit down for a moment.
Wrapping himself into a towel of his own I watched several waterdrops cascade down his chiseled chest and wanted to trace their path for myself. Reaching towards him and intercepting a drop on its way down his sixpack, he grabbed my hand, pulled me up from my sitting position and brought my hand towards his lips, pressing them softly against the back of my fingers.
"You know I'd never step out on you, do you? And I'd rather drink poison, be shot and sent to the worst hellhole this earth has to offer before I even waste a thought on Jeanne Ellen?"
I let out a soft sigh, nodding. Of course, I knew that. It wasn't as if Carlos gave me plenty of reason for doubting him. Ever.
"Good," he just grinned. "As long as you are subconsciously aware of it, let's have afternoons like this more often."
He pressed his lips softly against mine, taking his time kissing me. When he seemed satisfied, he loosened the knot of my towel, watching it fall to the floor in a wet heap of fabric and bringing his lips next to my ear again. Hello hormones, it's been a second since you last appeared.
"Let's try again with you trying to slap me. Consider it a lesson in self-defense," he whispered and the grin he displayed shortly when he pulled back told me there was a catch. "But be aware, for every time you fail, I get to spank you."
Before my brain could even register what, he had just said, he pulled me after him outside the bathroom and right into the bedroom, for our very own version of 'self-defense'.
