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I’m still replaying the encounter five minutes later when the bathroom door unlatches. Something short circuits in my brain as Lara wanders out in my still unbuttoned shirt, rounds the bed, and climbs in. Lying her head on the pillow, she eyes me suspiciously. “No funny business, Mister.”

Chuckling, I raise a hand in protest. “I’m sorry, which one of us is currently lying here practically on full display?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I caught you staring,” she says smugly.

“I’d be a fool to complain about a view like that.” Her eyes flare briefly, and I continue beforeshe can respond. “Agreed; no funny business.” That delightful laugh warms my heart as I give her a small salute.

“Sleep well, Miss Matthews,” I say with a smirk as she rolls the other way. My cock strains harder than ever as I wander into the bathroom to shower.

Chapter 28

Carter

Idon’t know how long I’ve been lying here, sleep evading me, but I’m over it. I let out a huff, annoyed.

“I believe that huff is called sexual frustration.”

Lara’s unexpected voice startles me; given her stillness, I figured she was fast asleep.

With her back to me, I feel rather than see the self-satisfaction oozing out of her. It’s in the way she wriggles her taut backside against my front, not enough to be blatantly obvious, but enough that I’m certain it’s purposefully done. It’s in the way she runs the ball of her foot along the inside of my calf, teasing.

“Funny. Did I wake you?”

“No, I can’t sleep either.”

“What’s on your mind?”

Lara rolls over in my arms, her face now inches from mine. “Two things. But the main one is the uneven scoreboard. I’m an equal opportunist, Carter.” Her hand comes up to stroke my jawline, her touch soft against the stubble.

Well shit. That’s not how I pictured this playing out.?

“You’re really adamant about this, aren’t you?” The intensityin her gaze has me picturing obscene images, like how incredible she’d look riding me. The way her breasts would feel in my grasp, bouncing in time with the rest of her. Would her head fall back, the euphoric feeling too much to bear, or would she refuse to break eye contact, gazing into my soul as she rides me into oblivion? The images do nothing to help the frustration; instead they worsen it. My cock has become agonisingly stiff within the confines of my underwear—the only layer of clothing I currently adorn—and given our proximity, there’s no way Lara hasn’t noticed.

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now give in already so I can even the playing field.”

Every drop of blood in my body reroutes straight to my already hardened cock as she dips her hand beneath my waistband, wrapping a smooth hand around it. She’s no longer playing fair, and I like it.

Before I can state my case, Lara’s up on her knees beside me. My shirt is completely open, exposing her breasts in all their glory. She’s wearing a sly grin, one I’ve never seen before. It would almost be unsettling if it weren’t so fuckingalluring. It’s dark outside, but the light of the moon casts Lara in an almost angelic glow.

“If you wrap that smart mouth around my cock, I guarantee you it won’t make it into your pussy tonight.”

“Bit of a one-hit wonder, are you?”

A chuckle escapes me before I can stop it. Lara’s brows slowly raise as she looks me up and down with ease.

“I assure you I’m anything but a ‘one-hit wonder’ on any normal day, but considering I’ve thought about this moment every day since the stockroom event, I encourage you to choose your next move wisely.”

Lara’s eyes widen momentarily, and the hand stroking my dick falters, seemingly taken aback by my candour. I won’t lie,I’ve even shocked myself a little with that last bit. There’s something about this woman that has me wanting to tell her every thought that’s ever entered my mind.?

Lara releases my dick, and I instantly miss the way she wrapped around me so perfectly. She leans her torso over me, her face coming to a stop mere inches from mine. The feeling of her breath on my lips sends a shiver down my spine.?

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not known for my wiseness.”?

Lara places her lips on mine in a fleeting kiss, and I want nothing more than to hold her there. Before I get the chance, she’s shuffling backwards and spreading her knees. Holding my gaze, Lara lowers her head to my dick, spitting on it. It’s filthy and obscene and so incredibly fuckinghot.

When she lowers her head, wrapping her mouth around me, something akin to a growl reverberates through me. Given the way she smiles around my dick, I’d hazard a guess she felt it too. I have to focus on keeping it together as Lara begins running the tip of her tongue along my length, swirling it around my tip with each stroke.

“Fuck,” is all I can manage when Lara’s movements increase in both speed and intensity. It’s overwhelming in the best of ways. I reach a hand out, intertwining it into the strands of Lara’s hair currently obscuring my view. There’s something about watching her mouth on me. I never want it to end.

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