Page 250 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

Carter moved with me, thrusting his body on mine, his manhood gliding through my wetness.

We fell into a rhythm, rocking back and forth. The soft wet slaps of our bodies coming together echoed in his bedroom, a steady metronome which the cadence of our rasping breaths ignored.

I felt myself getting closer, my senses expanding. I was aware of everything all at once, all of it building and building inside me until, suddenly, I could contain it no longer. Spasms gripped me and my back arched. Heat lurched through my body, taking away my awareness, my mind. Just before I lost myself, I cried out, “Carter!”

And then every muscle in my body locked tight, the throes of orgasm upon me. I felt Carter’s manhood buried inside me, hot against my pulsating inner walls, but that was all. Everything else was heat and light and color, a blurry melding of sensation.

I just barely heard Carter groaning over top of me, barely was aware of him spilling his heat inside me. His body collapsed on top of mine, his arms wreathing around me. I buried my face in his neck and breathed in his scent. The warmth and press of his body on mine, his weight, slowly led me out of the haze of heat and back to reality.

“I love you so much, Megyn,” Carter said again. He nuzzled his lips on mine, pressed our foreheads together.

I didn’t have the breath with which to answer. I just held him tight and hoped he understood. From his soft laughter, he did.

I sighed and lay my cheek on his, loving his beard.

“Do you smell something?” he whispered into my ear.

“Oh, gross, Carter!” I said, pushing at him. I couldn’t help but to laugh, though. “What a way to ruin the mood.”

“No,” he said, laughing with me. “Not that. It’s almost like…”

A distant, protracted beeping sound cut him off.

“The fire alarm!” I yelped.

“My cookies!” Carter exclaimed. He rolled off me and hobbled out of the bedroom.

I managed to find the strength to follow him, my legs shaking the whole way. I reached the kitchen just in time to see him closing the oven. He turned around, holding the cookies in his mitted hand.

I had never seen anything sexier than a naked man, his manhood still wet from being inside me, holding a tray of cookies.

Unfortunately, the cookies were ruined, ringed with charcoal-black burns.

Carter set the tray down with a clatter on the countertop. “I hope it’s okay if I decide I don’t want to eat the cookies you made for me.”

I came up beside him and wrapped my arm around his waist. I grabbed a spatula and used it to flip over one of the cookies. The bottom was just as charred. “Is there any way Antonio can save these?”

Just then, footsteps approached and Antonio came into the kitchen. “What on earth are you two doing?” He saw us, standing naked next to a tray of burned cookies, and let out a girlish shriek of alarm. “Holy crap! Boss! Myeyes!”

The sound of a car door from outside added to the chaos. Carter yelled, “Brian and Maggie are here!”

“We’re having guests for dinner?” Antonio cried, holding his hands over his eyes. “I don’t have enough ingredients!”

I ran for the bedroom to put on some clothes, hearing Maggie and Brian’s hollow footsteps as they walked up the ramp to the front door. I managed to get into the bedroom without being seen, though Carter evidently wasn’t so lucky, if Brian’s shout of dismay was anything to go by.

I started laughing and could hardly get my clothes on. Carter joined me in the bedroom soon after and collapsed on the bed, holding one hand over his heart. “Just when I think everything is under control,” he sputtered.

I sat down beside him and kept laughing.

Carter looked up at me with his green eyes narrowed, and then he also started laughing. He reached for me and pulled me into his strong arms, kissing my cheeks and lips and chin. “We’re never going to have a dull moment, are we?”

“Nope!” I said, and laughed more, and kissed him deeply.

I couldn’t wait for our chaotic future together. It was difficult for me to believe how hard and fast I had fallen for him, how quickly we had moved in together, but I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t think I’d ever be afraid again as long as I had him by my side.

Antonio luckily figured out another plan for dinner, preparing a roasted chicken instead of steak, and all four of us had more than enough to eat. It was a great time with a lot of teasing and outbursts of laughter, compounded by copious amounts of a wine carefully selected by Antonio to compliment the meal.

As it got darker, the four of us transitioned outside to sitting on the beach around Carter’s newly-installed firepit. We had all the fixings for s’mores, and Brian ate more than triple the amount of anyone else. I wasn’t interested in the dessert so much as I was happy to be there, sitting back and watching my friends and the love of my life interact while the sun sank down the horizon. Gold and crimson blurred into deep purples and blues, with that thin little strip of green at the bottom that only ocean sunsets can have. The odors of salt and smoke mingled, and the cold breeze and warmth of the fire played together in an endless spiraling dance.

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