Page 87 of From London, With Love

“It’s a little oversized for one person, but I like it all the same.” Carter comes to stand beside me, a small smile on his lips as he turns towards me. The signature scent of his cologne is so inviting, the faint undertone of salty sweat giving him an ‘I worked out today, but I also understand personal hygiene’ vibe. “Let me show you around.”

Clearly not having registered Carter’s offer, I don’t move, too entranced by the skyline. “And this view, my goodness, it really is something.”?

“It is indeed.”

I turn toward Carter, the smile on my face faltering slightly as I do so. Heat blooms in my cheeks as I realise he’s looking right at me rather than out the window behind me. He takes a step closer, and another, and I’m grateful the skyline is our main source of light as my cheeks burn.

Feeling a little self-conscious from his stare, I attempt to take a step back and return my gaze to the view. As my heeled foot moves, Carter grips my jaw with his hand to keep me from moving. “Where do you think you’re going, love?”?

“Nowhere, just wanted to admire the view a little more.” Excitement and anticipation flood my veins, causing my lower belly to tingle from his intense gaze.

Carter smirks. “I didn’t anticipate having to fight with the view for your attention.” He leans in closer, voice lowered, lips mere centimetres from mine. “It appears I need to up my game.”

Chapter 36

Carter

Ifeel rather than see the corners of Lara’s lips pull upward as I close the distance and place a tender kiss on them. She’s sweeter than sugar, a taste I’ve been craving for days. I snake my arm further around her body as my hand finds its new favourite resting place: Lara’s arse.

She gently runs her tongue along the seam of my lips, a silent plea for entry. I oblige without hesitation and our tongues collide, deepening the kiss. I grab Lara by the waist in an attempt to direct her towards the bedroom, but she pulls back.

“Everything okay?” I ask, searching for signs of regret. What I find instead is an internal wall, just behind her eyes, that wasn’t there before. I’m not sure what happened between kisses, but I’m not going to push her.?

Lara smiles sheepishly. “It will be in a moment,” she responds, her hands grabbing hold of my belt buckle. I place my hands over hers, halting her movements.?

“And what do you think you’re doing, Miss?”

“Please Carter, let me do this for you.” Lara pulls her hands out from under mine and slowly drags them further south untilthey cover the bulge in my pants. “Do you not want me on my knees?”

Judging by our previous encounters, I’d assumed Lara was the submissive type. This new side of her though, the one who’s mere seconds away from begging me to let her fall to her knees, is fucking intoxicating.

There’s no denying I’m dominant, butfuck, there’s something about a woman taking control. Every vein reroutes the blood within to my cock, and it’s enough to stop my thoughts from lingering on the wall she’s put up.

I let out a breath, and the resulting sound is something between a groan and a moan. Taking that as a ‘please proceed’, Lara unbuckles my belt, grips the waistband of my trousers and underwear, and pulls them down in one swift motion.

My cock aches as it stands to attention, no longer fighting its confines, and I tip my head to the ceiling in a silent prayer.

When I look down again, Lara is staring right at me, a gleam in her eyes. Ever so slowly, she lowers herself to the floor, and fuck if seeing her on her knees isn’t the hottest sight I’ve seen. Without breaking eye contact, she leans forward and swipes her tongue along my shaft.

Fuck, this woman will be the death of me. When Lara giggles softly, I realise I’ve said this out loud.Well done Carter, you fool.

“Keep that up, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk straight tomorrow.” My voice has a warning tone to it. Lara holds my gaze in a silent challenge. I’m not one to shy away, so I refuse to break first. We’re still staring at each other when she takes me in her mouth, my tip touching the back of her throat. Lara makes a faint gagging noise, but it’s enough for me to break eye contact, my eyes rolling into the back of my head in ecstasy.?

Lara uses her left hand and her mouth in expert synchronicity along the length of me, her right hand grabbingmy balls. Shit, it feels good, but I need to stop her soon, or this will be over far quicker than either of us would like.

“Is that a promise?” The words vibrate against my cock as Lara drags her tongue from base to tip. The deep exhalation I release only encourages the little minx, flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip of my cock before pulling me into the depths of her mouth.

When a familiar heat creeps up my spine, I gently grab Lara by her hair and pull her back, my dick popping out of her mouth as a satisfied grin spreads across her face.?

“Is someone a little too excited, Mr Lawrence?”

Hearing Lara call me Mr Lawrence at work is already almost too much to bear, but in my house, whilst on her knees? It’s my fucking undoing.

“No Lara, I simply refuse to come anywhere except inside that pretty pussy of yours.”

The satisfaction from a moment ago fades from Lara’s face, eyes darkening.

Yes love, two can play at this game.?

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