Bad Boys After Dark: Carson (Bad Billionaires After Dark Book 3)

by Melissa Foster

  “Mm,” she said against his chest. “I got worried when I woke up alone. Then I smelled bacon and all thoughts of you went out the window.”

  “Damn bacon wins out every time.” He cradled her face and touched his lips to hers, smiling at her playfulness. “If I had stayed in bed, no part of you would have been safe. I would have taken you every which way I could.”

  He tried to resist, but he was no match for how she affected him. He kissed her neck, breathing in the scent of Tawny Bishop in the morning. His new favorite smell. And he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, there. He continued kissing and nipping her warm skin. She pressed her hands to his chest, teasing her fingers over his pecs, instantly arousing him. Her tongue swept over his nipple, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her as she played his body like a fiddle.

  “Why would that have been bad?” she asked in a breathy voice.

  “I’m trying to remember the answer to that myself.” He pulled her forward, his hands sliding over silk panties at the same moment she sucked his nipple hard. “Fuck, Tabs. Silk…?”

  He grabbed her hair and yanked her mouth away from his chest, taking her in a deep, penetrating kiss. Her mouth was made for kissing, hot, welcoming, and so damn forgiving. Carson’s control frayed with every stroke of her tongue.

  “We need to talk,” he said between kisses.

  “I know,” she panted out, going up on her toes and rubbing against him like a cat.

  “Tabs—”

  He kissed her deeply, probing her mouth as he wanted to probe her body. She made those sexy noises she’d made last night, and he lost it. He pushed his hand beneath her panties, dipping into her slick heat, and groaned. He still held her hair, keeping her titillating mouth on his as he pushed in deeper, seeking the spot that would make her cry out his name. She moaned into the kiss and thrust her hand into his running pants, fisting his cock. Fuuuck. Sounds of passion—hers and his—twined together into a chorus of desire.

  “Are you on birth control?” he said. “Please tell me you’re protected.”

  “Yes.”

  He crashed his mouth to hers, tearing off her panties as she tugged down his pants. He kicked them away and lifted her into his arms. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her tight heat swallowed every inch of his shaft. They both stilled, fire burning in her eyes.

  You’re mine, Tabs. You’ll always be mine, was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t say the words. Something in his gaze must have given his emotions away, because the fire in her eyes turned to something much deeper he was afraid to name.

  “Give me your mouth,” he growled.

  Her lips came down hungrily over his, and the sounds of their urgent lovemaking echoed in the kitchen. She used his shoulders for leverage as he pumped his hips, holding her waist, helping her meet his demands. He stepped toward the table, clearing it with one sweep of his arm, sending dishes and breakfast crashing to the floor. Tawny laughed into their kiss, making him laugh, too. God, that laugh. He set her on the edge of the table and took one of her legs in each hand, holding them on either side of his chest as he pounded into her. She leaned back on her palms, allowing him to take her harder, deeper. With one hand, she reached behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss. She was still so flexible it blew his mind.

  “Harder,” she pleaded against his mouth.

  That’s my girl. He released her legs, and she wound them around his waist. He grabbed her hips, holding her so hard he’d probably leave bruises as he slammed into her, wanting to brand her from the inside out, to feel all the heat he’d missed for too long. He sped up his efforts until she was crying out with each thrust.

  “Tighter,” he commanded, and felt her thighs and sex clench. He brought one hand between her legs, knowing just how to take her over the edge.

  “Oh God, Carson—”

  “Mouth,” he said, his hands too occupied to grab her head and pull her forward.

  Her mouth captured his, and her hands clawed up his neck, into his hair, digging into his skin. He tugged her tighter against him, her thighs squeezing his waist as he quickened his pace. She cried out, and he swallowed her pleas as her body quaked, pulsing hot and tight around his cock, taking him higher and higher, until pure, explosive pleasure tore through him. She rose off the table when she was midorgasm. Her arms circled his neck, her sex squeezing mind-blowingly tighter, and when her magnificent mouth claimed his, she took his orgasm from perfect to exquisite. The room spun, and their bodies were slick with sweat, as they kissed and bucked to the clouds and back.

  “Christ, babe,” he panted out.

  He stumbled away from the broken dishes and sank down to the floor, holding her in his lap and trying to wrap his head around the emotions surging through him. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. He rubbed her hips with both hands. She was flexible, but damn, that angle had to hurt. She nuzzled against his neck, her body limp and sated, sweet mewing sounds of gratification filling his ears.

  “Carson,” she whispered.

  When she said his name like that, full of passion, it made his heart beat a little stronger. “Yeah?”

  “I miss this kind of talking with you.”

  He lifted her chin, drowning in the pool of emotion in her eyes, both of them smiling.

  “I miss being inside you, too. Talking, fucking, loving, laughing.” He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her adoringly, the way he couldn’t resist kissing her all those years ago—and then he took that kiss deeper, kissing her the way he needed to now, with too much love for her to miss.

  When their lips parted, she placed her finger over his. “Wow,” she whispered. “Your kisses.” Her eyes swept over the broken dishes and scattered food on the floor. “So much for self-control.” She stretched as far as she could, snagged a piece of bacon that was teetering on the edge of a napkin, and arched a brow.

  “Sustenance,” he said. “You’re going to need your energy for later.”

  “A promise I’m looking forward to you keeping.”

  She stuck one end of the bacon in his mouth, taking the other end in hers, both of them laughing as they ate their way to a delicious bacon kiss that went on and on.

  “I need to shower,” she said sweetly.

  “Is that an invitation?”

  She traced his collarbone with her fingers. “Are you still willing to go with me today to go through my dad’s stuff?”

  “I never back down on my word, especially to you.”

  “Then no, it’s not an invitation.”

  He bit her shoulder, earning a sharp gasp as she climbed from his lap and pulled him to his feet.

  “No?” he challenged.

  “Look at us.” Her smile lit up her eyes. “You’re buck naked, I’ve got you dripping out of me, and the kitchen looks like you’ve been ransacked, when really we’re just sex maniacs—”

  He hauled her against him and nibbled on her neck. “Your point?”

  “Lord, I love that,” she said breathlessly. “Wait. Stop.” She pushed at him, wiggling out of his arms. “We have zero self-control. If we shower together, we’re going to end up getting down and dirty, and then we won’t go to the storage unit. We won’t leave your house for the whole time I’m here, and now that I’m thinking about my dad’s stuff again, I kind of want to get it over with.”

  He turned her by the shoulders and smacked her ass. “Get out of here and shower before I decide to show you what you can do with your rational thinking.”

  She glanced over her shoulder with a challenge in her eyes. “Like that’s going to make me want to leave this room any faster?”

  He took a step toward her, loving when she taunted him. She squealed, and ran for the stairs looking so fucking cute he could barely stand it. Stifling his laughter, he followed her to the bottom of the steps and hollered up after her, “Don’t make innuendos you don’t intend to keep.”

  She hung over the railing on the landing above
, smiling down at him. “Did you want to talk some more?” With a sultry look, she stripped off his shirt and tossed it down the stairs before sauntering off, naked, toward her room.

  TAWNY WAS EDGY when they arrived at the storage building. She wished she’d taken Carson up on the joint shower to keep her mind off the task they were there to accomplish. Her mind swam with worries about what she might find among her father’s things and how she’d feel when she saw them. There were so many storage units. What did people store there? Things that weren’t worthy of remaining in their basements or attics? Or was the majority of the building filled with mementos of people who had passed away?

  She reached for Carson’s hand as he unlocked the unit. He shrugged her off and tugged her against him. It was ironic how one man could open doors that had once scared the hell out of her, while at the same time the man could be her safe haven.

  He glanced down at her with a silent question in his eyes, Are you ready? She filled her lungs with the scent of years gone by and nodded, though she didn’t know if she’d ever truly be ready to go through her father’s belongings.

  Carson tightened his grip on her and lifted the door. The scrape of metal on metal grated on her already frayed nerves. His hand moved from her waist to her cheek, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

  “Several boxes, a file cabinet, and a leather recliner,” Carson said stoically. “What do you want to do first? Take it in the ass as you bend over the boxes, or straddle me on the chair? Or maybe I’ll sit in the chair and you can stand on the arms of it while I devour you.”

  She gave him her best deadpan look, and they both laughed. “Thank you. I needed that.”

  “Oh, you think I was kidding?” He gave her a chaste kiss. “Yeah, you’re right. I probably was. But now that I’m thinking about your pretty little treasure above me—”

  Her cheeks flamed. “Carson! They have cameras all over this place. They can probably hear everything you say.”

  He looked up and down the hall, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome face. “Let it be known,” he announced loudly, “that I’d like to eat this woman until she screams my name so loud, the people in the next building will want my phone number.”

  She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down until they were eye to eye. “Who are you, and where is my conservative-when-in-public friend?”

  “He’s too fucking happy that you’re here with him to hold it in.”

  His mouth came coaxingly down over hers, kissing her until her legs turned to jelly and the rest of her body tingled with desire.

  He drew back and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “I handle security for this place. Nobody’s listening unless there’s an issue and they need to revisit the videos.” The edge of his mouth tipped up in a cocky smile. “Do you really think I’d share anything I do to you with anyone else?”

  “No. But I do think you’d do all those things to me in this storage unit if you thought it would make it easier for me to handle going through my father’s things.” She went up on her toes and kissed him again, loving the freedom to do so. How did they get here overnight? Where kissing him like he was hers came so easily? She didn’t know how, or why, they’d drawn those lines of secrecy in college about their relationship, and she’d never really questioned it back then. She’d liked the secrecy. It had been safe. Unfortunately, she had a feeling it had also increased the shame she’d felt about the things they did. But now wasn’t the time to bring that up.

  “Anything for you, baby.” He not-so-discreetly adjusted his erection, and she giggled.

  He scowled and trapped her against the wall, angling his body, blocking her from the camera. He pushed his hand into her jeans, sliding expertly over to her wetness like a heat-seeking missile. A gratified smile formed on his face. “It sure feels like you were just as affected as I was.”

  He thrust his fingers into her and she went up on her toes, giving him better access.

  “Carson,” she pleaded. Taking advantage, she groped him through his jeans.

  He made a growling sound in the back of his throat, fiercely reclaiming her mouth, thrusting his tongue to the same rhythm as his fingers, taking her right up to the verge of madness. She focused on the enthralling tug in her belly, willing it to consume her. He grabbed the wrist of the hand she was taunting him with and held it above her head, grinding his cock against her as he continued his machinations beneath her panties. Her sex swelled around him. He pressed his thumb against her clit, kissing her harder. Bright lights exploded behind her closed lids as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He continued his masterful torture through the very last of her climax, her body quaking against his hard frame.

  When she finally came down from the peak he released her wrist and laced his fingers with hers, lowering her arm to beside her head and kissing her softly. She gasped as his fingers passed over her sensitive nerves. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. Then he pulled her into his arms, rubbing the shoulder of the arm he’d held above her head.

  “Now you should be a little less nervous,” he said into her ear.

  An aftershock trembled through her. “If you could bottle yourself, you’d be a millionaire. One dose can turn a woman inside out and calm her down.”

  “Babe, I passed millionaire a long time ago.” He patted her ass. “Let’s not forget, I don’t share—bottled or otherwise. Got it?”

  Oh yeah, she got it all right. She got it good.

  A FEW HOURS later they’d gone through all but two of the boxes. It hadn’t been as difficult as she’d expected, and she was sure it was because Carson was with her. He lightened the mood as they sifted through the things her father had thought worthy of keeping, like her science fair awards, report cards, pictures of her grandparents, and a mug she’d given him when she was a senior in high school. The mug had a picture of a chicken wearing glasses, sitting at a desk reading. A thought bubble above the chicken’s head read, “When you don’t know the answer, question the question.” She remembered giving it to him for one of his birthdays, and he’d thrown the saying back at her throughout the years, just about every time she didn’t know an answer. She missed him immensely and was glad Carson had offered to come with her.

  She glanced down the hall where he was pacing, his cell phone pressed to his ear as he talked to Brett. Tawny stood by the window looking out over the city, thinking about how her father had led her back to Carson. She touched her forehead to the cold glass and closed her eyes, listening to the muffled cadence of Carson’s voice. A few minutes later she heard his footsteps approaching. His arms circled her waist, and he kissed her neck, loosening the knots in her stomach.

  “Are you holding up okay?”

  “Mm-hm.” She thought about the two remaining boxes, and trepidation swept through her. One was still sealed from when she’d packed it up after college, and the other had her mother’s name written across the top in her father’s messy handwriting.

  Carson turned her in his arms. “You’re nervous again.”

  He pulled down the collar of her sweater and kissed her shoulder. He was right there for her, soothing every emotionally jagged edge.

  “A little,” she admitted.

  “We could take the last two boxes back to my place and you can go through them in private,” he suggested.

  “I’d like that. Besides, you probably have things to do while I’m here.”

  “I’ll call Barton and have him pick them up. But as far as having something else to do, you’ve been out of my life for far too long. I’ve only got a few days with you, and I intend for us to spend every minute of them together. Brett agreed to handle things at the office.”

  “Are you sure? I don’t want you to miss work or change your plans because of me.”

  “I’m positive, and we’re going to start by getting out of here and doing things we never did together. Silly shit, because I want to hear you laugh.”

  “You always make me laugh.”


  “We’ve got a lot of years of laughter to make up for. Brett mentioned that my brothers are getting together to watch the football game tomorrow night at Dylan’s.” He pulled her in closer. “Since you blew me off nearly every time I asked you out in college, I figured we could meet up with them, unless you’d rather not.”

  “First, yes. I’d love to meet the rest of your brothers since I’ve only met Brett. And second…blew you off? You never asked me out.”

  “Seriously?” He looked at her like she was crazy. “You don’t remember me suggesting we go to parties, or go out with a group of people? Or every damn Thursday night when I said we should grab dinner over the weekend?”

  “Pfft. You never meant it like you’re implying.”

  He stepped back with an appalled expression. “What’s wrong with you? I meant it exactly like I am implying.”

  “Carson…?” She shook her head. He couldn’t have meant it that way. Could she have misread his intent? “You had dates every weekend. Those were your hookup nights, and don’t try to tell me they weren’t.”

  His eyes narrowed, and his expression turned serious again. “I never dated. You know that.”

  “Whatever. Dated. Hooked up. Fucked. Whatever words you want to use, you were busy.” Why did it still sting to think about that? “Before we ever started sleeping together, you told me that you could never be with just one woman. Don’t you remember that?”

  He ground his teeth together, pacing again. “Christ, Tawny. That was before we got together, when I thought my sexual needs would lead me astray. But then you happened, and everything changed. I didn’t need anyone else. I would have turned them all away from day one for you, but you made it perfectly clear that you didn’t want that with me.”