Page 46 of Sugar Baby
“Where’s Carter?” Enzo asks.
I shrug. “He took a phone call as well.”
It’s the best I could come up with when Carter’s fingers are sliding in and out of my pussy, while his tongue massages my clit until I’m ready to burst.
Sweat beads on my forehead as the orgasm fast approaches its release. I grip the fork tighter until the silver is digging into my palm.
Enzo goes back to eating in silence.
Biting the inside of my cheek, feeling Carter thrust his tongue up my cunt alongside his fingers, I come silently, my legs shaking underneath the table as I try to remain calm above it.
“Mmphm,” I moan.
“Everything okay?” Enzo asks.
“Yep. Maybe you should go and find Carter?”
“Good idea,” he mutters. “We weren’t finished talking.”
He is so preoccupied with whatever the phone call was about, that he doesn’t notice anything amiss. He stands up and strides out of the dining room again. As soon as he is gone, I scoot the chair back and stand up, pulling my knickers and leggings up with me.
“You’re crazy,” I hiss, reaching over to dunk my napkin in the glass of wine. When it’s soaked, I pull it out and hand it to him as he casually gets up from under the table. He takes it and wipes his face with a smirk.
“You are wicked, aren’t you, princess? So dirty.”
Narrowing my eyes, I play his game. “Are you pleased with me?”
He stops wiping his face and throws the napkin on the table. With a low growl, his hand wraps around my throat, pushing me up against the wood panels.
“Very,” he whispers in my ear. “Do you know now what this is?”
I look up into his hooded eyes and nod slowly. “I’m yours.”
He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes as he takes in my words. “Yes, princess. You are mine.” He drops his hand, opening his eyes again.
I breathe in deeply, his scent consuming me and poking at the omega inside to pounce and take him.
“Are you mine?” I ask, my voice trembling with fear that he might reject me.
He smiles down at me with that dazzler that makes me slick my knickers further. He curls my hair behind my ear. “I’ve always been yours, Sophia. I just didn’t know it.”
“Ah,” I pant, thrilled with his words that make me want to worship him and do his bidding.
He brushes his lips over mine and then, like a flash, sits back down at the table as Enzo returns.
“Oh, there you are,” he says.
I hobble back to the table with one shoe still off and sit, working my foot into it.
“Everything okay in here?” he adds fiercely.
“Yeah, I’m tired,” I murmur. “Thanks for dinner.” I stand up again after I’ve excused myself and quickly disappear. I must be exuding my scent all over the place, and Enzo is no fool.
I duck back into my bedroom and close the door, leaning against it, catching my breath. I catch sight of Trent’s t-shirt and feel terrible.
“What am I doing?” I mutter, dragging my clothes off so I can slip into the bed and sleep away this madness. I’m so confused. I like Trent, and we are so compatible, but Carter is off the charts hot and sexy.
What do I do?
