Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I need to remember to give Ruby, my assistant, a raise for getting me this hotel room with a large shower.

As soon as we get into the bathroom, Victoria attacks me. She kisses me like she thinks this is the last time she ever will again. That can’t happen.

She rips my shirt off my shoulders and then jumps back, shocked.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

She holds her hands over her mouth as she stares at the mirror behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see the blood dripping down my back.

She spins me around and gingerly touches me on the back. “Did I do that?”

I chuckle. “Yes.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”

I turn around and grab her wrists, forcing her to stop touching me. “Don’t apologize. You don’t get to be sorry for showing me how badly you wanted me. I’m sure I deserved it anyway.”

She grimaces, and I know she is still thinking about the wounds she caused on my back. Funny how, a few minutes earlier, she would have been more than happy to give me scars like that on my back. She wanted to rip me apart, but now, she wants to apologize. I think I prefer her wanting to rip me apart.

I lift her up as she squeals in my arms.

“What are you doing?”

I carry her into the shower and turn on the water; it’s freezing cold.

She squeals louder. “Carter, stop!”

“No.”

I kiss her as the cold water slowly starts to warm up as it pours over our still partially clothed bodies. But it quickly shuts her up, and she forgets about being sorry.

I link our fingers together as we kiss, nibble, lick. The water turns warm, and I kiss down her body, needing to touch every single place on her skin. Her grip on my hands tightens as I take her nipple into my mouth.

“Yes,” she moans as I swirl my tongue around her nipple.

I turn her around and push her skirt down her body. I grab on to her ass. Her hands grab on to the shower wall.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out my last condom. Damn it. I should have told Ruby to get me more condoms as well.

Victoria reaches back, pulling at my pants, wanting me. Now.

I grin. “Touch yourself.”

I don’t have to tell her twice. I watch as her hand slips down her body. Little whimpers leave her body as she turns herself on. I’m not sure whether I want to turn her around to get a better view or fuck her right now.

I push my pants down and slide the condom on as the noises she makes get louder and louder.

“You’d better fuck me now, or I’m going to come without you,” she says in a snarky voice.

God, this woman.

I grab her hips and push my cock into her pussy as the water continues to pour down on top of us.

“Finally,” she moans loudly.

I used to think her voice was annoying. Now, I think it is the most fantastic sound in the world. And her voice gets even better when she is moaning because of me.

“What do you want, beautiful?” I ask, needing to hear more of her voice.