Carter raises his face. I've never seen a sexier sight in my life. He stands up and pulls me into a sitting position. Standing before me, he keeps his gaze locked onto mine as he slowly and methodically takes off his tie and drops it on the couch. Next, he unbuttons his shirt with the same frustratingly slow pace.
My want and need driving me forward, I'm unable to contain myself, and I reach for his pants. Grabbing hold of his belt, I quickly undo it, only to have him grab both of my wrists in one of his large, strong hands, and pull them away. I look up at him, confusion and lust turning my head into a maelstrom of chaos.
“Patience,” he says, his voice low and husky.
His eyes sparkle dazzlingly, and my head starts to spin. I feel like I'm under his spell, unable to think, unable to act – only able to do as he says.
Carter drops his shirt on the floor beside him, giving me my first look at his body, and I feel myself grow even wetter. His arms, shoulders, and torso are all corded with muscle.
Biting my bottom lip, desire driving me half out of my mind, I slide my hands across his taut stomach and up to his hard pecs, reveling in how it feels beneath my fingers.
I feel his hands in my hair and he takes a handful of it, gripping it hard, and pulls my head back. I look up at him as he leans down and presses his mouth to me. His kiss is strong, forceful, and full of desire. Keeping hold of my hair, Carter kicks off his shoes, unbuttons his pants, and lets them fall to the floor. His erection is straining against his boxers and I reach for it, only to have him push my hands away once more.
“Patience,” he repeats.
Letting go of my hair for a moment, he pushes his boxers down and kicks them off as well, standing before me entirely exposed. His cock is long and hard – and every bit as beautiful as I remember it. I shudder as I recall how incredible it felt deep inside of me, almost climaxing on the spot as pleasant memories fill my mind.
Carter steps forward, the head of his glorious cock drawing ever nearer. My eyes never leaving his, I part my lips and allow him to slide it into my mouth. As I tighten my lips around that hard, thick shaft, and start to swirl my tongue around the head of it, Carter's eyes flutter and he lets out a soft gasp.
I work my mouth up and down on his cock a little harder, a little faster, and Carter groans softly.
Carter's breath catches in his throat and he softly moans my name as I feel his body tensing beneath me, and his breathing grow heavier, thicker. He steps back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I look up, a wicked grin on my face.
“I'm not ready for this to be over yet,” he says.
“Good,” I reply. “I'm not either.”
“Be right back,” he says, his voice thick.
Without a word, he turns and hurries up the steps, leaving me sitting alone on the couch. He returns a moment later, a condom in his hand and that familiar, roguish smile back on his face.
“Stand up,” he says.
I get to my feet as he steps behind me. Carter places a soft, sensual kiss on the back of my neck as he slides the zipper on my dress down. He pushes it off my shoulders and lets it fall to the ground, gently kissing my shoulders as his hands roam my body. The feeling of his hands on my body sets me aflame, my every nerve ending quivering with desire.
His eyes riveted to my body, Carter walks around me, drinking in every inch of me. The look on his face is one of pure rapture, the fires of desire in his eyes burning even brighter. Hotter. I feel a soft quiver roll through me as he gazes at me like I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.
“My God,” he whispers. “I've almost forgotten just how beautiful you are. You are absolute perfection, Darby.”
The heat rushes into my cheeks, and I'm suddenly glad for the dim lighting in the room so he can't see the unnatural shade of red I know I’m turning.
“Stop,” I say softly.
He lifts my chin so that our gazes are firmly locked, and I see the conviction in his eyes. I can feel his sincerity, and open affection.
“You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Darby,” he says. “Always have been, always will be. You are perfect in my eyes.”
A warm glow fills my body. I've received plenty of compliments in my lifetime, sure, but I've always found a way to mitigate them or brush them off entirely. But, the way Carter speaks, with such passion and firm resolve – it means more to me than every other compliment I've received in my life combined. It fills me with a happiness and a joy that's been missing from my life for so long – so long, I'd forgotten it was even missing in the first place.
Carter leans forward and kisses me again, soft and gentle at first, but it quickly grows in firmness, and intensity. He pulls back and hands me the condom.
“Put this on me,” he says, his voice hard, and commanding.
I tear open the package and drop it to the floor, placing the condom against the tip of his cock. Squeezing him tight, I unroll it, sliding it down the length of him, the soft moan passing his lips telling me he's enjoying the sensation as much as I am.
Carter softly pushes me back down onto the couch, and I spread my thighs for him as he climbs on top of me. He braces himself on his thick, strong arms, his face hovering above mine, the head of his cock pressing against the warm, wet center of me. My body aches to feel him inside of me, to have him driving that thick shaft into me over and over again. I lift my hips, trying to slip him into me, but he pulls himself back.
“I need you, Carter,” I gasp. “Please, I've wanted this for so long.”
He grabs hold of my hands and pins them to the couch above my head. I struggle to break free from his grasp, but he tightens his grip, holding me down even tighter. He looks at me, a slow grin tugging one corner of his mouth upward.
I open my mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a long groan as he thrusts his hips, and I’m suddenly filled with his long, thick cock. Fully sheathed inside of me, he pauses for a moment to let our bodies adjust to being with one another again after so long. I'm a small woman and Carter is easily the largest man I've ever been with. His cock stretches me open and fills me up in ways I'm not used to, that set my whole body on fire.
He kisses me hard, and starts to move his hips, moving his dick inside of me with purpose. He's so large, a pinch of pain blends with the initial rush of pleasure, jolting my body. His tempo is slow at first. Sensual. But, he quickly begins to pick up steam, driving his cock into me with more force.
The sound of our bodies slapping together, as well as our cries of ecstasy, echo around the room, somehow blending seamlessly with the soft jazz that's playing in the background, creating an erotic soundtrack. Carter groans low as he thrusts into me relentlessly, and I call out his name, the rush of pain-tinged pleasure overwhelming me.
“Carter, God, yes,” I stutter and gasp.
I writhe and thrash beneath him, trying to break free of his grasp. I want to touch him. To feel his skin beneath my hands as he fucks me, but he holds me tight.
I feel the warmth spreading out inside of me as the pressure builds higher and higher, driving me toward another orgasm. Carter surprises me by pulling out and standing up, and I'm left with an aching need between my legs. A need I'm desperate to have satisfied.
He grins at me as he pulls me to my feet and turns me around. I feel his hands on my back as he forces me down, bending me over the arm of the couch. He grabs my hands again and pins them behind my back.
I cry out as he drives his cock into me once more. I pull at his hands, but he keeps me bent over, hands behind my back, as he slams into me.
My entire body vibrates with feeling and a manic energy, and my every nerve ending feels like it's on fire.
Pushing myself back against him, my eyes open wide as he slips even deeper into me. I hear his breath catch in his throat and a low grunt pass his lips.
“Darby,” he gaps. “Fuck, baby.”
My breathing is so ragged, I fear I might hyperventilate, but I don't want him to stop. I don't want these
sensations to end. Ever.
Carter drives himself deep inside me one last time before I feel his cock pulsing inside of me and a moment later, he exhales a loud groan. I feel him throbbing as my own orgasm comes crashing down over me.
I call out his name as waves of continuous pleasure batter me like a shoreline during a hurricane. The sensations are so intense, I feel like I can't breathe for a moment.
Our bodies still linked together, reveling in the warm glow that surrounds us. Eventually, our orgasms subside and we're both left feeling spent and satiated. Carter collapses down onto the couch, laying on his back, and pulls me onto it beside him. I lay my head down on his chest, tracing circles on his taut stomach with my fingertips. He places a soft kiss on the top of my head.
“I've missed you, Darby,” he murmurs.
“I've missed you too,” I say softly.
“You're mine, you know,” he mutters dreamily, though I hear the firm conviction in his voice. “And I'm yours. This is how it’s supposed to be.”
Slowly, the darkness of sleep creeps in at the edges of my vision. I feel exhausted. Worn out. But, in a good way.
It's not long before I close my eyes, and let the darkness pull me under.
* * *
My heart lurches when I wake up. I'm disoriented for a moment, and don't recognize my surroundings. A small panic starts to set in. The fire in the fireplace burns low and the clock on the mantle says it's nearly three in the morning. I turn and look around almost in a panic. At least, until I see Carter stretched out on the couch – still naked – his breathing deep and even. Then the panic morphs into something else entirely.
What have I done?
Slipping off the couch, I quickly find my dress and slip it on. I look around for my panties but can't seem to find them anywhere. Screw it. I don't need them. In fact, I think they're forbidden on the walk of shame I'm about to make. That's a thing, right?
“Where are you going?”
A lance of fear pierces my heart as I turn around and see Carter, propped up on one arm, looking at me. Even in the dying light of the fire, his eyes glitter like cold chips of diamond, yet they're still warm and inviting. I don't know how he manages to pull that one off, but he does it. And they're fixed on me, filling me with both an overwhelming sense of pleasure, and an equally horrifying sense of dread.
“Uh... I need to get home,” I say. “I have to be at school in the morning. Meetings, remember?”
“Can't you take the day off?”
I shake my head. “Not all of us have the luxury of being able to blow off the day.”
“You're loaded,” he says wryly. “You can afford it.”
I give him a grim chuckle. “Fine. Not all of us have the luxury of being able to blow off our responsibilities to live the life of a billionaire playboy.”
He lets out a dramatic sigh. “I forgot that you are a faithful and dutiful servant to your students.”
“Somebody has to be.”
“I'm seriously re-thinking the playboy lifestyle. I think I'm ready for something – more,” he says, a flirty grin touching his mouth.
My heart nearly falls into my shoes hearing him say those words. That feeling is only intensified by the look in his eye. He looks at me, and I see nothing but earnestness and sincerity. He means it. He actually means it. What in the hell have I gotten myself into? I'd let myself get caught up in the moment with him, and re-opened Pandora's fucking Box.
I warned myself a million times to be careful. Told myself not to get caught up, and not to give in. And certainly, not to fuck him. And yet, here we are anyway.
Shit, shit, shit.
“I have to go,” I say.
“Can I see you tonight?”
“I – uh – maybe,” I say, already knowing I'm not going to see him. “I'll call you.”
He chuckles softly. “Yeah, I've used that line before too.”
I find my shoes and slip them on as quickly as I can – a task that's not easy, given how hard my hands are trembling. I never heard him move, but the next thing I know, Carter is standing behind me, his body pressed to mine. I feel his warm breath on my neck, and it makes me want to lay back down with him. Snuggle and cuddle together like we used to.
But, no. I shouldn't even be here right now. And I definitely shouldn't have ever slept with him.
What the hell was I thinking?
He slowly and gently zips my dress up for me, then takes me by the shoulders and turns me around. His eyes are piercing, and the look on his face is a mix of emotions. He knows I'm getting ready to walk out the door with no plans of ever seeing him again, and he’s clinging to me like a man holding onto a life preserver in the middle of a storm on the ocean.
He doesn't want to let me go. He wants to hold onto this moment – and the moment we'd just shared.
“I should go,” I say.
“I'll have a car take you home.”
“I can take a cab,” I say, shaking my head.
“No, I'll call down for a car,” he says. “I won't have you taking a cab at this hour.”
“Fine,” I reply. “Thank you.”
He quickly makes the call, throws on his pants, and walks me to the elevator that will take me down to the garage with the waiting car. As the doors slide open with a soft chime, he looks into my eyes.
“I meant it, Darby. We’re meant to be together,” he says. “You're mine. I'm yours.”
He leans down and places a soft, chaste kiss upon my lips. I don't say anything as I step into the elevator, but my heart turns somersaults in my chest as I watch the doors close, shutting him out on the other side.
The elevator descends, and I let out a long breath. My mind and my heart are in a fierce battle over what I should do. Over what I've done. Of all the different ways I could have screwed up, I picked the worst one. As usual.
I really opened Pandora's Box by sleeping with him, and I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to close it again.
Even worse, I don't know that I want to.
Chapter Thirteen
Carter
I walk through the office, clapping my hands. “Great job, everybody,” I call out. “We're having another great week thanks to all your hard work and dedication. You never cease to amaze me.”
Applause and cheers ring out through the office as everybody high-fives each other. It has been a great week, and I'm happy to see that a few of my big-ticket buys have worked out.
“To thank you for your hard work,” I say. “We are going to close the office early today. You are all instructed to head on down to Flannigan's for lunch. On me.”
Everybody cheers and applauds louder, excited by the prospect of a free meal, and a half-day off. Who wouldn’t be?
“There's also an open bar,” I go on. “Except for you, O'Shea, you damn drunk. I don't know if I can afford your bar tab. Kidding. Go. Enjoy yourselves, everybody. And again, thanks for all your hard work.”
Everybody laughs, and the mood is light as they pack up their things and file out for the day. Truthfully, I'll be glad when the office is empty, and I can turn off the damn holiday music. It's driving me fucking crazy.
“You coming?”
I hadn't even realized Rupert was standing behind me until just then. It's like the man has had ninja training or something. Drives me up a wall sometimes – usually, only when he's sneaking up behind me though.
“I need to make you wear a bell or something,” I say. “And no, I have something I need to do.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Oh? And what might that be?”
“What, are you my keeper?”
He shrugs. “It's part of my job.”
“Your job description seems to keep expanding,” I say and chuckle.
“I am a multi-faceted kind of guy,” he says.
“Apparently.”
“You're going to see her, aren't you?” he asks, a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Who?”
He arches an eyebro
w at me. “A certain Miss Darby White?”
I let out a long breath and smirk. I can never pull one over on Rupert. The guy can read me like a book.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I haven't heard from her in a few days. I thought it might be a good idea to go and check on her.”
“How'd your date go the other night?”
“I thought it went well,” I say, recalling that night, unable to keep the smile off my face. “I thought it went really well.”
“And she hasn't called you in a few days?”
I shrug. “Nope.”
“Maybe you're losing your touch,” Rupert says, a smirk on his face. “Not quite the stud you used to be.”
I laugh. “Screw you, buddy.”
Rupert turns to me, his expression serious. “What is your end game with her here?”
“I really don't know right now,” I say.
“And have you talked to Pops yet?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. But, I know I'm going to need to,” I say. “It's on my to-do list.”
“Yeah you do,” he says. “Especially if Ahab finds out you're diddling his sister again.”
“Tell me about it,” I say. “Heading down to Flannigan's?”
He nods. “Thought I'd put in an appearance,” he says. “Somebody from upper management should probably put in a little face time.”
“Oh, is that what you are?” I ask. “Upper management?”
He shrugs. “I'm a lot of things. Wear a lot of hats,” he replies.
“That you do. Okay, good,” I say. “Make sure they stay in line and don't drink me out of house and home.”
Rupert laughs. “Please,” he says. “I plan on taking full advantage of the open bar. If anybody is going to bankrupt you with their bar tab, it's going to be me.”
He laughs as he walks out. I'm grinning as I step back into my office and take care of a few last-minute things that need to be done. I check my watch and grimace. I need to get going if I'm going to make it on time.
* * *
The doorway to her classroom is standing wide open when I get there, and I can hear the voices of the kids spilling out into the hall. I motion for the man behind me to stop where he is.
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