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“I’m kidding. I’ve only been arrested three times, and I’m not planning to get into that kind of trouble tonight.”
“What kind of trouble are you planning to get into?” Alice asked, hands on her hips like a disapproving parent.
“That’s not for your innocent ears. Scat, babe.”
Alice sighed. “I’ll keep my phone on just in case.”
“You’re the best.”
Alice gave her a worried look before she dodged through the crowd to make her getaway. Carmen snatched two glasses of champagne from the half-naked server and downed it. She welcomed the flush of heat and gave the empty glass to the server before she made her way through the crowd with her second glass in the air, so it wouldn’t spill. She received many admiring glances and ignored the catcalls as she made her way to the pool. She was debating whether she wanted to strip out of her dress and get in when a muscled arm wrapped around her waist and drew her back against a hard body.
“I thought you left,” Cormac said.
“Me, miss a party? Not a chance.”
“Where’d Alice go?”
“She slipped away. She has to work tomorrow, and you scared the crap out of her.” She glanced back at him and smiled. “She called you a heathen.”
Cormac grinned. “I like that.” He cupped her face. “I heard about Vinny. Did Gavin get the fucker?”
“Yeah.”
Cormac searched her eyes. “You good?”
“I’m getting there,” she said and drained the rest of her glass.
He tossed his fur coat on a couch covered in people dry humping and pulled her flush against him.
“Time to live, babe,” he said before he began to move.
Like everything else about him, he danced outrageously. His athleticism showed as he switched from Latin to break dancing. He kept her laughing and entertained and sipping champagne. She was having a great time until they were interrupted by a woman in a swimsuit who gripped his arm.
“I want to suck you off,” the woman said loud enough for those around them to hear.
Cormac tapped Carmen’s ass. “I’ll be back,” he said and followed the woman through the crowd.
Those around them catcalled and hooted. She felt a twinge of envy. How many times had she dragged Vinny off during a party to have sex? Vinny. Fuck.
She snatched a shot from a passing server and downed it. Patrón. Not a favorite of hers, but it made her pleasantly cloudy, and that was all that mattered. Thick arms wrapped around her. She didn’t look to see who it was because it didn’t matter. Men had always come easy to her. Finding one wasn’t the problem. It was finding a man who didn’t bore her to tears and could give her what she needed that was the problem. She leaned back against a massive chest. She felt small and feminine but not safe. Witnessing the shit she had, size meant nothing. What really mattered was how accurate you were with a gun and what you were willing to do to survive. Now she knew how far she’d go. She’d kill.
A sharp blast made her jump. She was about to go apeshit until she spotted the lingerie-clad servers opening more champagne bottles. She huddled against the mountain behind her, who pulled her even closer. Her need for human contact was pathetic, but at the moment, she didn’t care. Whatever she needed to do to keep her demons at bay, she would do.
The man behind her smelled of whiskey and cigars. It wasn’t unpleasant. His hands smoothed over her hips and gripped. His hands were huge, which made her mind shift gears. She rotated her ass against his groin to cop a feel and felt the hard length press between her cheeks. Okay, if he was a moose, he had a big dick to compensate. Despite how eager he was, he hadn’t done anything sleazy or perverted. Maybe he was the unicorn she’d been looking for—the mute gigolo with a massive penis.
Lips touched her ear. Her eyes flared when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Okay, that was hawt—
“Do you work at Subway?” he murmured.
The beginning pangs of lust dimmed. “What?”
“Because you gave me a foot long.”
She whirled and glared at the man who could have been the perfect man for her and Janice. He was over six feet and had an open dress shirt that revealed a body that rivaled Cormac’s. He was a gorgeous black man with a beard, perfect teeth, and hazel eyes. Gah!
She put her hands on her hips. “Really?”
He grinned and looked down at the bulge in his pants. “Well, it’s true.”
