Peter pressed his lips to Darci’s ear. “Hold still or I’ll tell her to stop.”
Darci braced herself against Peter’s hard chest and did her best to obey. Where Carrie fought her submission, Darci gave in easy and was eager to please. Peter found both attributes attractive. He wasn’t out to turn Carrie into a full-time sex slave, but he did think she had more of a submissive in her than she wanted to believe.
Maybe if she watched Darci surrender to that side of herself it would make her curious. He wondered if that made him a pig or something, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to try.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured in Darci’s ear as she whimpered under the assault of Carrie’s tongue.
He reached down and ran a hand through Carrie’s blond locks, offering her praise as well. “Both of you are delightful. Make her come, Carrie.”
Carrie gripped Darci’s hips harder and Darci squirmed in Peter’s arms while she moaned. Then Darci’s body tensed as the orgasm hit her and she let her head fall back against Peter.
He held her until she stopped trembling, then gently lowered her onto the couch next to Carrie. “I want to tie you both together and enjoy you.”
Both women readily agreed and he picked up the rope and unfurled it at the bite, leaving him a long doubled over strand to work with.
“Let’s start with something easy. Lay on your backs next to each other. I’m going to tie your wrists and ankles together so you’re attached.”
They laid next to each other, but not before Carrie pulled Darci on top of her for a scorching kiss.
18
PETER rested his chin on top of Carrie’s head and enjoyed having her in his arms. He kept his hand just above her clit, knowing it was driving her mad. Part of him wanted to shed his clothes and bury himself in her with no further foreplay, but the other part of him, the part that was winning out, wanted to take it slow and tease her mercilessly. Watching her with Darci had been torture and pleasure all at once, and he wanted to give her the same feeling now that they were alone. He didn’t regret the threesome, and he cared about Darci. But it was Carrie he imagined coming home to after a long day.
He pressed his lips to her bare shoulder, and she sucked in a sharp breath. With his free hand, he cupped her breast, avoiding the nipple and lifted it in his palm. “Perfect fit,” he murmured.
She let out a little whimper and tried to turn in his arms, but he kept his hold tight. “Want something, little one?” he asked, close to her ear. Her head bobbed up and down and he chuckled. “All in good time. I can’t wait to bury myself in you again, but first you’re going to come for me a few times.” Her entire body shuddered beneath him, and he finally gave her what she wanted… almost. His fingers barely brushed her clit and slid through her folds. Slick moisture coated his digits, and he brought them to her mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded. She obeyed, eagerly sucking herself off of his fingers.
“Is that a vibrator?” she asked with a giggle.
What? Shit. No!His work phone was buzzing in his pocket. “Fuck. I have to answer this.” He kept one arm around her as he fished the phone out with the other.
“Mercer.”
“There’s a bomb in the vehicle parked in front of us. It’s just big enough to take out both cars. I got orders from Higgins to call you in.” It was the night shift agent in charge.
“I’ll leave in five minutes.” He released Carrie with an apologetic squeeze.
“We’re at the Doll House Cabaret.” That got his attention.
“One second, I’m putting you on speaker so I can change.” After tossing his phone on the bed, he stripped his shirt over his head and threw it at Carrie who grinned and slipped it on. Meanwhile, the agent on the phone continued to give him details.
“We’ve called in the bomb squad and the FBI and started sweeping the club. So far, we think people are safer inside than they are out, so we aren’t evacuating yet.” Carrie’s eyes grew wide, and she bent down to pick up a pair of jeans on the floor. He shook his head and gripped her wrist, pulling her to him. At first, she struggled, but he kept a tight hold on her.
“I’m hanging up now. I’ll be on site in less than thirty.” Peter reached over to end the call.
“I want to come with you if it’s the Doll House.”
“Out of the question. You shouldn’t even know about this. If your boss calls you in to report on the scene, I can’t stop that, but I would feel better if you stayed here.”
She studied him for a moment before she gave a little nod. “OK.”
“Good girl. Wait for me in the living room. I need to change.” With long strides, he moved through her door and into the hallway.
In his own room, he pulled on his usual white button down and strapped on his gun, then threw a blazer on over it. The black suit everyone associated with the Secret Service wasn’t required, but a jacket helped conceal his weapon until he needed it. In the living room, Carrie sat perched on the edge of his couch in nothing but his t-shirt. He dropped to his knees in front of her.
“I’m so sorry about this. I swear I’ll make it up to you soon.”
