Page 45 of Sugar Baby
The incident in my bedroom has shown him in a whole different light than when I first met him at home. He is gorgeous. His dark eyes are like molten chocolate, and his voice is like honey.
Instead, I stare at my plate and pick at the food in front of me, a tasty pasta dish, unsurprisingly.
A few moments later, I start in surprise when I feel something rest against my foot and then slide up my leg. It only takes a second to bite back my smile and focus even more on the food in front of me.
When Carter stops, I know he is telling me to take over. I do with enthusiasm and excitement. I kick one of my shoes off and run my foot up the inside of his leg, watching his face from under lowered lashes.
He is conversing with Enzo about something I’m not interested in, not even for a second reacting to my foot halfway up his calf. Unfortunately, this is a large table and, seated opposite him, I can’t reach any further up, so I just rub against him like a cat, resisting the urge to purr.
Enzo’s phone rings, interrupting their conversation, and he frowns at it before he stands up abruptly. “I need to take this. Excuse me, please.”
He ducks out of the dining room, which is a very fancy room with relatively low lighting built into the dark wood panels of the walls.
Carter instantly snaps his gaze to mine, his eyes dark with a desire that thrills me.
“I knew you were a naughty girl,” he whispers.
“Do you like it?”
“I want my baby girl to be wicked. Can you be wicked, Sophia?”
My heart hammers in my chest at the words ‘my baby girl’.
Boldly, I throw caution to the wind. “Am I yours?”
“If you want to be, you need to realise what this is.”
“I think I know.” Or I’m definitely starting to figure it out. Somehow, out of all the alphas in the world, my father landed on one that might actually be my mate. How he knows Enzo is still a mystery that needs to be solved, but I can do that at another time. Now definitely is not the time to ask him and break whatever is firing between us like a laser light show.
His eyes narrow, and he throws his napkin onto the table from where it was placed on his lap in a really cute, posh way that makes me giggle slightly. “Let’s see how bad you can be. Move over to the next seat.”
Curious, I do as he asks and gasp when he slides under the table and grips my knees, shoving me back slightly. I lift the white tablecloth and stare down into his face, now adorning a cheeky grin.
“Do I have your permission to test you, princess?”
I nod, dumbstruck.
Moaning when he reaches up to pull my leggings and knickers down, I lift my bum off the seat to help him along. He drags them down to my ankles and pushes my legs apart.
“You smell so enticing,” he whispers before he pulls the chair forward again and places his mouth on my pussy.
“Oh,” I murmur as the sensation it sends rocketing through me, is like fire in my veins. “Uhm.”
“Ssh, baby girl,” he whispers. “Carry on with your meal.”
“But my uncle…”
He nips my clit sharply, making me gasp. “Be quiet, princess. Act like nothing is happening, except you enjoying your pasta.”
“Mm-hm.” I quiver slightly, my nipples peaking like two pebbles against the less-than-supportive crop top. I do as Carter instructs, moving my plate in front of me, and I carry on eating my pasta while he eats my pussy under the table.
It’s dark and delicious.
I’m on the brink of a climax when Enzo returns and sits back down with a fierce frown.
I freeze.
Carter’s tongue is lapping at my clit, making me soak his face with slick.
