Untouchable (Untouchables, 1)

With a perfunctory nod, I say, “Much better.” Barely missing a beat, I ask, “Now, where is your mouth in this scenario?”

The beautiful mouth in question curves up in a smile. “Oh, my mouth is doing good work. You’re tummy down on the soft bed, I’m kissing my way down the small of your back, palming that beautiful, bare ass.”

“Mm, that does sound nice. I wonder where your mouth is heading…”

“Well, see, you have a wet pussy just begging for its attention.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, leaning in to murmur, “Keep talking like that and I’ll drag you out of here before the dance even gets going.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he returns.

I grin and lean up on my tip toes to give him a kiss. “We’re not going to be here for very long, are we?”

“Not a chance,” he verifies.

Chapter 52

I’m antsy as we stand in the hallway outside the locked door, waiting to go inside. Carter’s head is bent in concentration as he taps numbers into an app on his phone, supposedly to disarm the alarm before we’ve even stepped foot inside.

“That should do it,” he murmurs, sliding his phone back into his pocket and pushing a key into the lock.

He pushes the door open and peeks inside. When there is no shrieking sound coming from the alarm, I assume the app worked.

Carter turns back to flash me a victorious smile, then grabs my suitcase and wheels it inside. I follow him more tentatively, watching his confident stride as he makes his way inside his new apartment.

It’s crazy to think he’s going to live here. Not only will he be living all by himself, but in the city. Well, I guess it’s not as big a deal to him seeing as he’s from here, but… God, what a life he leads.

Carter parks both our suitcases behind a charcoal gray couch in the living room. I’m overwhelmed by how nice this place is. It’s nothing like you would envision someone starting out in during college. The whole place has already been decorated by an expert, judging by the look of it.

To the right is a full kitchen with a compact island and three chairs on one side of it. There’s a dining table with bold red chairs in front of a huge window with a city view, and just past that is the study area. There’s a bookshelf with only a few books and some accent pieces to fill the empty space—clearly placeholders, until Carter makes the place his own. A desk is set up there, somewhere for him to do his homework after a long day of classes.

The living room is just beautiful. A big area rug covers the stunning hardwood floor, there’s a massive, gray, industrial-looking coffee table in front of the couch and a huge television mounted to the wall in front of it. There are end tables with stylish lamps that I love, but that a bachelor would never pick out for his home.

His home. This is going to be Carter’s home.

“Want to see the bedrooms?” Carter asks, once I’ve finished taking it all in.

I nod and follow him. When I was assigning the study area downstairs, I completely forgot he has an extra bedroom that has been turned into an actual study. Even more bookcases line one wall and there’s a gleaming mahogany desk set up in front of them.

“You can study in here,” he tells me, nodding toward the corner on his left hand side. “We can put your fish over here in a big aquarium so you’ll have your reading buddy close.”

I know he’s joking, but the sight of this place, the excitement and energy of this city in the couple hours we’ve been here… it’s just mean to make me imagine a version of life where I could live here with him. Where this could be my study, these shelves could be full of my books… this could be our life.

Trying to keep things light, I tell him, “I hope the wife you meet at Columbia enjoys it as much as I would.”

“Want me to fuck you on her desk?” he offers.

“Maybe later,” I murmur, backing out of that room and heading down the hall to the next white door. It’s just a bathroom, but for all I’ve heard about New York being incredibly cramped, it’s a nice sized bathroom. It has two sinks, two closets, and a bathtub where Chloe can take baths when she comes to visit.

Speaking of Chloe, the next room is hers. The pink walls are the first hint, but the interior decorator has already put some things in here, too. A nice white dresser with a huge mirror behind it and a ballerina lamp on top is at the front of the room. A full-sized bed is already made, complete with decorative pillows and pale pink bedding. There’s a white end table that matches the dresser and a princess lamp on top of that one. In the corner is a white bookshelf in the same style. A few kids’ books are already placed on the shelves along with a stuffed bear and a white unicorn, but like the living room shelves, it’s mostly placeholder stuff until Chloe makes it her own.