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His breath caught when he opened the door. Carrie was stretched out on his living room couch fast asleep, still in his t-shirt and nothing else. It was almost as if she hadn’t left the house. The TV was on low in the background. Careful not to make any noise, he locked the door behind him and crossed the room to her. Lifting the blanket off the back of the couch, he draped it over her small form, smiling as he watched her chest rise and fall. Her eyes opened before he could step away and she blinked rapidly, adjusting to the dim light of the room.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered.

“It’s OK. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I haven’t been home long. Everything OK?” She sat up, pulling the blanket around her waist.

He sat on the couch next to her. “I wouldn’t say OK, but everyone is alive.” He grimaced. “Almost everyone,” he added, handing her the note from RIP.

Her eyes went wide. “He thinks Savannah is dead? That’s so sad.”

They sat quietly for a moment while she reread the note. As he waited, a familiar voice came across the TV.

“Oh my God! You’re on the news,” Carrie exclaimed. “This must have happened after I left the control room.”

Peter cringed as he heard himself say, “I never thought much of them as a news network, anyway.”That bitch.

“Peter! How could you? You know that’s where I work, right?”

He picked up her hand. “It’s not what it looks like. Gigi and I have… history.”

“Gigi? You call her Gigi? Oh, my God you dated her, didn’t you? Is that where your hatred of journalists comes from? Is she the one who fucked you over?”

He sighed. “That’s a really long story, but yes to all of it. Can we please not talk about it right now?”

Carrie stared at him a minute longer before relenting. “OK. But you should know the executive producer job I’ve been offered is on her show. That’s where I was tonight. She’s a colleague and I respect her.”

Peter wanted to spill all the things Gina Whitman had done to his family, but he restrained himself. Now wasn’t the time.

“I’m exhausted. Do you mind if we call it a night? I arranged to go to work a little late in the morning, but I still don’t have much time to sleep.”

Carrie nodded her agreement, but Peter could see the disappointment in her eyes. Was she hoping to pick up where they had left off? Peter felt like a bastard for not thinking of it sooner, but right now he just wanted to sleep and put all of this out of his mind. Seeing Gigi again had stirred up some of his more bitter feelings, and he didn’t trust himself to hold them in.

But then she stood and put her arms around him. “You seem tense. Maybe I could help you with that?” She took his hand and led him to the guest room, then backed him against the door, where she dropped to her knees and started to unzip his pants.

“Is this OK?”

How could he say no to that? But he needed to warn her of how he was feeling or it wouldn’t be fair.

“I’m angry right now, Carrie. I don’t want to hurt you, but…”

She pulled his zipper the rest of the way down. “But you really want to ram your cock down my throat and take it out on me?” She gave a little one-shouldered shrug and jerked his slacks down. “Fine by me. I know how to get you to stop if you take it too far.”

Fuck. Could she be anymore perfect?

She wanted to push him, so he was going to push right back.

“Then why isn’t my cock in your mouth yet?”

She cupped him through his boxers. “Maybe I’m waiting for you to take what you want.”

He gripped her chin and studied her. “What I want is to fuck your face the same way I would fuck your cunt. I want to hear you choke on my cock and keep going until I’m done with you.”

Carrie’s lips spread into a devilish grin. “Then what are you waiting for?”

She yanked his boxers down and took his length into her mouth. When she reached the base, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he would make good on his threat.

He rested a hand on the back of her head and pushed her down on his shaft until her eyes watered and she gagged. Pulling out just long enough for drool to drip down her chin, he slammed himself forward again.

Carrie grabbed his ass, trying to pull him deeper.

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