“Someone will hear us…” I wrap my legs around his waist. I stifle a gasp as he thrusts his cock along my slick lips.
He kisses me hungrily, ignoring any protest or reason. He continues to rub the achy, needy part of me in the most provocative way, and I’m unable to deny him. Soon he has me against the wall, and I turn my head to the side to catch my breath.
My feet are lowered to the floor where, as he grasps my waist, he looks down at me with that sexy grin. He then spins me around to face the wall. Taking hold of my wrists, Carter plants my hands against the sheetrock, the cool material dousing the heat from my palms.
He grabs my ass and groans. “There’s my dirty girl… Kick that ass out, baby.”
I’m hot and excited and want him…but somewhere amid the flurry of lust, there’s a part of me that feels…off. His behavior, his words, aren’t the same as the intense lovemaking we experienced the night before.
His fingers spear into my hair at the nape of my neck, where he grabs a handful and yanks my head back. He presses the tip of his cock to my entrance and, in one hard and deep thrust, penetrates me.
He fucks me up against the wall. No professions or adoration in his actions; he’s greedy with his desire to have me all at once, and his thrusts come harder and faster, until I can’t restrain a moan.
His hand clamps over my mouth to smother the noise as he drives into me, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the office.
My body tightens, and Carter shudders out a groan. “That’s it, baby… Come on my cock.”
I surrender to his demand. He reaches down and rubs my clit as he pounds into me from behind. The moment I break against him, I feel his cock swell along my walls as he fucks me furiously.
He buries his mouth against my shoulder and pulls out. His cock pulses against my wet pussy as he releases, still running his fingers over my clit.
“Oh, fuck… Soak my cock, baby…”
And I do; I come hard, relishing the guttural sound I provoke from him as my body quakes with aftershocks. His breaths are hot and heavy along the back of my neck, and I shiver at the feel.
As Carter pushes away and zips up his pants, I tug my skirt down. For some reason, a snake of trepidation slithers through me; my subconscious aware of the tension building between us.
I feel…used.
But that’s absurd—I want Carter to own my body. I blink away the ache from my eyes and tuck in my shirt, my hands trembling.
There’s a moment where I turn around and hesitation grips me at what I’ll find in his eyes—but as soon as our gazes connect, I know my fear was irrational. Of course, Carter regards me with the same worshipful awe I’ve seen so many times before.
“Come here,” he says.
I slink closer to him and he cups my face, placing a tender kiss to my lips. I breathe him in, the distinctive masculine and aquatic scent that is all him, and surrounds me with his comfort.
“Meet me at Devil’s Bluff later,” I say. “I’m not sure I can wait to see you for another day.”
He pops a kiss to my forehead before pulling away. “I’ll try.”
My chest prickles with agitation. “Okay. Sure.” I nod a few times as he walks to the door.
“I’ll see you,” he says, then exits the office.
I wrap my arms around myself. For right now, we’re free of Sue and her threat. Carter and I don’t have to rush this. We can take our time, let the intensity of our feelings build.
It’s better this way.
Whatever it takes for us to be together, I’ll do. He doesn’t realize just how hard I’ll fight for us. Carter doesn’t have to be the fighter anymore.
10
Birds of a Feather
Ellis
There’s a balance between love and obsession. Healthy and unhealthy. But how does one know when they’ve crossed the line?