“Well, Carter,” the man—Chase, apparently—says, his smile never faltering. “The network has now forbidden you from having anal sex.”
What the hell?
Is this guy for real? Who is he? And why is he talking about anal? It’s like he knows…
My eyes narrow when Carter’s hand tightens even more, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my hip. Normally I’d like that, especially if he was using that strong grip to guide me up and down that giant monster of a cock. But right now it feels almost like a warning. Or like he’s afraid of what this guy Chase is about to say.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“Who the hell are you, and how do you know we just had anal sex?”
Carter lets out a low laugh, his breath teasing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I turn to look at him from the corner of my eye, and he’s shaking his head, watching me in amusement. But at Chase’s next words, the smile disappears.
“Oh, we had a camera in the champagne bottle,” he says casually.
Seriously? He has to be fucking kidding me. But no, he looks dead serious. A camera in the champagne bottle? And here I thought we would be safe from the cameras in the limo. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that anyone watching the live stream might have had a glimpse of me with Carter giving it to me good. In the ass.
My face turns bright red. Both from embarrassment and from the memory of just how amazing it was.
“Chase,” Cartier grits out. “What do you mean, no more anal?”
“Yeah, man, sorry about that,” Chase sighs, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug. “You can’t do it anymore. The clause and all. You know how it goes. They’re playing their trump cards here, dude. Only oral and vaginal sex from here on out.”
Which actually means just oral. Because we have eight more weeks until Carter can lose his virginity. And I’m not going to let him give in, even though that was the original plan—why I was hired by the network in the first place. It’s going to take everything I have to help him resist, especially if we can no longer do what we just did in the limo.
“Fuck, Chase,” Carter says. “This is going too far.”
Chase gives us a semi-sympathetic smile, but I can’t tell if it’s sincere or not.
“Come on, Ashley. Let’s go upstairs.”
Carter laces his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand reassuringly, and pulls me past Chase and through the doors of his building, across the elegant lobby, and toward the elevator.
I think about that conversation the entire way up. Once we’re in Carter’s apartment, I turn to face him. “You need to tell me everything that’s going on.”
He sighs, raking a hand over his jaw where dark stubble is showing, making my pussy tingle with the thought of what it would feel like scraping across my inner thighs as his mouth worked me over. Chase made a point of saying that oral was still on the table. But right now I want to know why there are these new rules I knew nothing about.
“Carter? What’s going on? Why can’t we do that anymore? What are these stipulations? There’s something I don’t know. Why has everything changed all of a sudden? This has never been an issue on the show before.”
He nods, his eyes weary, looking like he’s trying to find the right words. I feel like a bundle of raw nerves. Everything is so confusing, especially all these new feelings I have for him. And he still isn’t saying anything.
“Look, Carter. You need to talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. I want you. You know that. I care for you. I want to be with you. Why can’t we just be together?”
I take a deep breath, ready to lay it all on the line. What I’m about to say could go either way, and I have no idea how he’ll respond. But I’ve been backed into a corner. I don’t know everything anymore. There’s more to this than I’ve been let in on.
“What’s the deal? Just tell me. I have to know. Don’t you love me?”
Carter
Oh fuck. I can’t believe she just asked me that. Point blank. And worse, I don’t know how to answer. I’m halfway freaked the fuck out and halfway elated. Because the way she just said that makes it sound like she might feel that way about me. I can’t be sure, but it certainly sounds like a possibility.
Looking a
t Ashley, all perfect and gorgeous and so fucking sexy as she stands there waiting for my answer, I suddenly know.
I do.
I love her.