Carlos had a reputation—cocky, smooth, never the type to settle down. And you? You were supposed to be just another harmless tease, another game he played for fun.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

But now, with you pressed against the wall, his hands planted firmly on either side of you, that theory was falling apart fast.

“You like playing hard to get,” you murmured, tilting your head up at him.

Carlos smirked, eyes darkening as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against your ear. “Oh, cariño,” he whispered, his voice thick with heat. “You have no idea how bad I want to ruin you.”