Lara
Our kisses are so all-consuming I fail to register how we make it from the stairs to our room. One minute we’re on the staircase, and the next, I’m being ushered through the door and pushed up against the back of it as it closes behind me.
It takes what little self-control I have remaining to push lightly against his firm chest, breaking our kiss. My god, his chest is far harder than I expected. What I wouldn’t give to see him naked, feel him skin to skin. Carter steps away instantly, a look of concern marring his beautiful face.?
“Wait.”
Carter’s face falls momentarily before he realises, schooling his features into a more nonchalant expression.
“If you’ve had a change of heart, that’s more than okay.” His voice is filled with an unexpected level of sincerity. It throws me a little, not because he’s not a genuine person, but because I’m not used to men being so candid.
Perhaps that says more about the men I’m interested in than it does about Carter, but that’s not the point right now.?
“No, it’s not that, I just want to make sure you know this is a one-time thing.”
“Oh?” He tilts his head, the ghost of a smile on his lips.
“Carter, you’re my boss now, so it couldn’t possibly be more. This” —I point between us— “is purely a means to an end for this crazy physical attraction, scratching an itch we’ve both had for weeks. Surely you know it can’t possibly be more than that?”
“Please, tell me more about this itch we’ve both had.” Carter gives me a wicked grin.?
“Oh, come off it, we both know I’m right.”
Carter snakes his arms around my waist, interlocking them behind my lower back. “I don’t doubt that one bit, but I’m surprised you’re so freely admitting it.”
Given our proximity, I’m forced to look up at him to meet his gaze. The glint I see reflected back at me provides the confidence I need to take a step closer to him, bringing him flush against me. His thick erection is obvious through the front of his trousers, and it brings a smile to my face.
“Considering the kiss we just had, it would be a little insincere of me to say otherwise.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “What I want to know now though, is if you’re able to deliver on your words.”
“I’m more than happy to show you I can do more than just deliver,love.”
The name has no effect on me this time; I’m already bewitched.?
“I should hope so; you talk an awfully big game.”
Carter leans his head down, inches from my own. I can feel his exhales against my skin as he responds. “Such a smart mouth for someone who seems so innocent. I’m dying to put it to good use.”
My stomach drops, akin to the sensation you’d feel as a rollercoaster begins its plummet to the ground.?
Carter grips my waist and lifts me into the air. On instinct, I wrap my legs around him to stop myself from falling, and my skirt hitches up around my thighs. The positioning causes his dick to rub directly against my centre, a lacy pair of underwear the only layer between our bodies. A gasp escapes my lips, and Carter catches it with his own. He must be feeling exactly what I am because he tilts his pelvis as he walks us toward the bed, groaning into the kiss at the friction.
The breath whooshes out of my lungs as I’m unceremoniously deposited onto the king bed. Carter looms over me, looking down at me beneath hooded lids. His large frame blocks out the light above us, instead giving him an ethereal presence by casting a halo over his form.?
Typically, I keep my sarcasm and mouthiness to a minimum when it comes to sex, but something about Carter draws it out of me. Propping myself up on my elbows, I cross one leg over the other, waving a heeled foot at the man above me.
“I’m ready when you are,sir.” The last word was meticulously thrown in as an experiment of sorts. I’d caught a glimpse of Carter earlier today when I referred to Mason as ‘sir’. At the time, I couldn’t tell if the darkening in his eyes had been in response to that or if my eyes were playing tricks on me. I watch smugly as he has the same reaction now.?
“Are you ever not sarcastic?”
Without waiting for a response, Carter leans down, grips an ankle in each hand, and tugs. The man must be stronger than I thought, given the ease with which he pulls me to the edge of the bed, once again lined up with his impressively hard dick.
The hunger in his eyes amplifies as he takes hold of my calves, raising my legs from where they’re resting on either sideof his hips. Carter places them against his chest, gaze still intently holding mine. His muscles flex beneath the heels of my feet, once again reminding me how badly I want to see beneath his shirt.?
One at a time, Carter removes my heels with an unexpected level of care and grace. For someone with hands the size of his, he handled those tiny buckles with ease. The pad of his thumb brushes over the inside of my ankle, causing me to stifle a gasp.??
He releases one ankle to adjust himself, and I lick my lips with anticipation. Normally I’m not too phased by dicks; size truly doesn’t matter as long as they know how to use it. But there’s something about Carter’s that has me enthralled. I never thought I’d be so eager to put someone’s dick in my mouth, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
My daydreaming is interrupted by the feel of Carter’s hands snaking their way up my thighs and to my waist, pooling my skirt at my hips. In one swift motion, my skirt is on the floor, and I’m left with my underwear on full display.?
