Page 39 of Swept Away
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GEMMA
The second timehe tries to help me with my dress, things aren't much better. The only difference is that we don’t end up fucking.
Almost.
He slides the straps of my dress over my shoulders and cups my boobs and kneads them in a tease before tugging at my skirt, which is suddenly not long enough for him, now that I no longer wear my panties.
He makes an effort to keep his hand away from me and fails miserably as he brushes the apex of my thighs through my dress and then clutches my waist and runs his hand between my thighs one last time to make sure I’m not dripping, he says, and we both laugh.
He licks his fingers after collecting the last drop of arousal from between my legs and then gives me a taste of how I taste by locking my mouth.
He thrusts his tongue between my lips, and my core feels like his cock just slid between my legs.
Throbbing with need, I eventually move with him toward the street.
We walk casually. No locked hands. No languorous gazes.
But even so, it would be hard to miss what had been going on since Carter left.
Mason’s friend is waiting for us, his back propped against the car, his arms crossed over his chest.
His legs also crossed.
“Things good?” Mason asks as we inch closer.
Carter gives us a soft smile.
“Couldn’t be better. I handed her to her mother, who thanked me for bringing her back in one piece. How about you? Are you two good?”
Mason looks at me, grinning.
“I’m fine,” I say sweetly.
Carter laughs knowingly.
“Are you tired?”
Distracted, I give him a double take, unsure whether he’s still talking to me.
“Who, me?”
“Yeah.”
He straightens, pushing off the car, and uncrosses his arms while Mason opens the car door for me to slide in the back.
No one moves as Carter is still waiting for my answer.
“I’m good,” I say neutrally.
“Would you be interested in another drink?” he asks, and I look at Mason.
He watches me with a secret glint in his eyes, but doesn’t help me in the slightest with an answer, and I don’t know what to say.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask.
“We can stop by at my place,” Carter says, and a strange feeling sweeps through me, a kernel of angst mixed with curiosity.
