Page 48 of Wrong Idea

“You do, sweetheart. I swear you know me better than anyone in the world. These last two weeks, I was just me with you.”

“And I believe that.” It might have been naïve of me, but at the end of the day, I only had two choices. End things or give us a chance. Bertie wasn’t wrong. I had a feeling if I didn’t give him a chance, this time with all the cards on the table, I would regret it.

“There’s just one catch.”

“Anything.”

“Is there anything else? Anything I don’t know about? I don’t want any more secrets. Not between us.”

Faster than I could blink, Carver reached me with his strong arms and pulled me up against him. I could feel every hard plane and ridge of his body against my softer one. I liked being in nothing but lingerie with him dressed in those sexy slacks and dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up his forearms.

“There is nothing you don’t know,” he rasped. “You know all of it. I copied your key. I’m Carver Storm. I’ve been watching you from different cameras I set up in your apartment and in the laundry building. I’ve been sneaking into your place at night and sometimes when you weren’t there. And if you want to take it a step further, I honestly don’t know if I have any intention of stopping. I will try if you want me to, but fuck, baby,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against mine while the warmthof his palms seeped into the skin at my hips. “I’m obsessed with you. It’s wrong, and I know it. But I can’t help it. I just need to know you’re okay at any moment of the day. I want to be the one who protects you and cherishes you and makes you feel loved, baby girl.”

“You do, Daddy,” I whispered. His lips hovered over mine like he wanted to kiss me but was worried about moving too fast. “Maybe it’s so wrong, it’s good,” I whispered, and an animalistic sound vibrated through him. “Kiss me, Carver. Please.”

“You never have to ask me twice. Anything you want, princess, it’s yours,” he rasped a moment before his lips pressed against mine. It wasn’t the tender kisses I was used to from him. It was rough and firm, needy. Like he had been starving these last few days and needed to make up for lost time. His hands dipped behind me, and before I knew it, he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. I pulled away breathlessly, my lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. I pressed my forehead against his while holding his face with both of my hands.

“I wanted to give you a massage or you give me one because of how all this started, but I want you, Daddy. I need you.”

“Bed?” he rasped.

“Bed.” I nodded. He started to walk but stopped.

“Are you sure?” he asked gravely. “I take you, take that sweet cherry you saved for me, there is no turning back, Max. Good or bad, you’re mine.” He was sweet for trying to warn me, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I wasn’t completely naïve. I knew life had its ups and downs and that relationships took work. Work I knew both of us were more than ready to put in the effort for.

“I already am yours, Carver. We might not have gone all the way yet, but you ruined me for anyone else with one kiss.”

“Shit,” he cursed. “My princess is too sweet for her own good.” He walked us to the edge of the bed and stopped again.

“Carver?” I asked, but he didn’t say anything. He simply set me down and looked at me.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he praised. “This is new?” I nodded. “Did you get it for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, and his lips turned up.

“Turn around and let daddy look at you.” I blushed at his sweet words but did as he asked, turning around in a complete circle. I took my time so he could take his fill. A deep rumbled sound vibrated around me, and when our eyes locked, his gaze was molten. “Sinfully beautiful, princess. I wish I could take a picture of you, but if anyone ever saw it, I would have to kill them.” He leaned down and kissed me softly.

He pulled away, and I watched his chest rise and fall heavily, like he was trying to keep calm and collected. I wanted him to lose control and show me the beast he tried to hide. Carver started to undo the buttons of his shirt, but I stopped him. Without having to ask, he let me be the one to undress him.

I knew it cost him.

Daddy liked to be in control, and my light touch as I grazed his skin here and there was a little too much to handle. His patience ran out by the time I started to pull his shirt down his shoulders. He kicked off his shoes and socks before our hands were both a blur at his waist, undoing his heavy belt and letting his slacks fall to the ground. My mouth went dry at the sight of him in nothing but a pair of burgundy boxer briefs.

“We match,” I whispered, and he growled.

“I fucking love that. I want to match with you every day for the rest of our lives,” he rumbled against my lips before picking me back up and dropping me on the middle of the bed.

I didn’t have to wait long for his body to cover mine. Lost in a deep passionate kiss, I was more than aware of the way his hands traveled and roamed along my body. First the sides of my torso before he cupped my breasts.

“Please,” I whimpered and lost his lips against mine. They traveled down my chin and into my neck, creating heat and wetness that coated the apex of my thighs. “Carver.”

“Fucking love hearing you say my name,” he muttered as his lips touched between my breasts. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled my right breast out of the lacy cup and then the left. “Look at these beauties,” he voiced with appreciation. “So fucking pretty and perfect.” His lips latched onto a hardened nipple before I could argue. My back arched off the mattress.

“Please, yes! Daddy! Just like that,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his scalp and holding on to his long hair. “Yes!” He sucked harder, pulling the sensitive flesh deeper into his mouth.

His other hand gave the other nipple just as much attention, rolling it between his fingers and then pulling on it. His lips moved to the other, trading off the attention, and all I could do was bask in the sensations he brought to life while I squirmed for relief. Thankfully, it seemed Carver’s control started to break. His free hand dropped from my nipple down between my legs. There was no teasing or foreplay in that moment. Not that I needed it. His fingers hooked around the lacy material of my panties and pulled it aside before he filled me with two thick fingers just as his lips found mine.

“Carver!” I gasped, and he swallowed my moans.

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