Going Down (Quickies #1)

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by Cassie Cross


  Carter slid his fingers between my legs, teasing my clit with his thumb as he thrust up, pushing inside of me for the first time. We both let out strangled sighs as he filled me, and my head bumped against the elevator wall.

  His hands gripped the railing on either side of me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. We were desperate for each other, all unfocused kisses and bitten lips, hurried breaths and moans. He pounded into me, pushing me against the wall, and I was thankful for the leverage; it was heaven feeling so surrounded by him.

  Even though his pace was frantic—we were both so consumed by each other that we couldn’t stand to go slow—Carter was surprisingly tender with me, rubbing soothing circles across my skin with leisurely strokes that belied the frenzied thrust of his hips.

  Then his hands slid under my ass as he picked me up, reaching behind him to lock my ankles around the small of his back.

  “Hold on,” he growled into my ear, his voice low and full of want.

  I buried my face in his neck, could feel his breaths making my hair flutter as he pounded into me. The pleasure built up, unstoppable, leaving my nerve endings buzzing, begging for more. I licked and kissed his neck, unable to catch my breath as we both moved relentlessly together, tumbling toward the precipice of gratification.

  Carter pressed me against the wall—freeing one hand to rub against my clit—and I fell fast, muscles squeezing, clamping down around him. He fucked me through my orgasm and straight into his, his thrusts becoming unsteady and unfocused as he pulled me close, holding me tight against his body.

  As we caught our breath, Carter’s fingers trailed up and down the small of my back, and I gently massaged his shoulders, easing the tension there. He tilted his head back and looked at me, smiling this beautiful smile as he tenderly pushed my hair out of my face. Then his forehead was against mine and he gave me a soft kiss before he reached over and pounded on some button that made the doors open.

  Carter kicked his pants out into the foyer, then walked over to a bench, bringing us down until I was straddling his hips, his hands gently wrapped around my waist. I ran my fingers through his hair as he watched me intently, and it was nice, appreciating his chiseled features there beneath the soft light.

  Leaning forward, Carter grinned as he pressed chaste kisses against my throat, my chin, the tip of my nose, and then my lips. It felt right, being held by him, and I wanted more.

  “I didn’t expect you,” he said.

  I smiled, running the tip of my finger along the curve of his jaw before kissing him. “Good surprise?”

  “Great surprise.”

  “How about if I surprise you again in the bedroom?” I said, bucking my hips.

  He laughed, landing a playful nip on my chin. “I like the sound of that.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  In the morning, I woke up wrapped in Carter’s ridiculously soft sheets, lying on his ridiculously soft bed, feeling for all intents and purposes like I’d been swallowed by a cloud. There was a delicious smell in the air, sweet and warm and decidedly not Italian, since we never did get around to eating that last night.

  I sat up right as Carter opened his bedroom door, balancing a tray in his hands. I smoothed my hair back as he walked toward me with a huge grin on his face.

  “Good morning. You look beautiful,” he said softly.

  I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “Thank you. Good morning.” I almost told him he looked beautiful too, but thankfully my sleep-hazed brain didn’t have time to formulate that response. He was beautiful though; his body was perfect, and it didn’t hurt that he was only wearing a pair of silk boxers.

  “What’s this?” I asked, pointing toward the silver dome that sat atop the tray as he set it on top of my outstretched legs.

  Before answering, Carter leaned over and gave me a soft, slow, good morning kiss. Then he pulled off the dome with a dramatic flourish and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Belgian waffles with strawberry compote-”

  “And a pile of whipped cream as big almost as big as your head,” he said, finishing my sentence.

  I swiped my finger along the edge of the fluffy cream, wiped it across Carter’s bottom lip, and then leaned in and licked it off.

  “You pay attention,” I whispered against his mouth.

  “When it’s important, I do. I thought you’d be hungry, since we never got around to eating last night.”

  I nodded as I picked up a fork. “We did work up quite an appetite last night.”

  “And this morning,” he added.

  “Mmmm,” I hummed as I took a bite. “Did you make this?”

  “Maybe.”

  “What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?”

  Carter reached behind his back, then held out a leather-bound, beautiful copy of Persuasion.

  “I was thinking we could read this,” he said, spearing a piece of waffle on the end of his fork and holding it out for me to eat. “And work up more of an appetite between chapters.”

  “Doing what?” I asked after I swallowed.

  “Oh, a little of this.” He kissed my shoulder, his stubble tickling me, teasing goosebumps out of my skin, then pulled away the sheet that was covering my breast and laved his tongue over my nipple, smiling as I shivered. “A little of that.”

  There was a wicked, wonderful gleam in his eyes when I leaned in and kissed him.

  “And what happens when I want to go home?”

  Carter kissed his way across my chin, along the curve of my jaw. “When I get through with you, you won’t want to.”

  I laughed, tilting my head back so he had better access to my neck. “Promise?”

  He promised.

  And he was right.

  About the Author

  Cassie Cross

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  Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie's fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she's not busy writing a book, you’ll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80's sitcoms.

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