Page 86 of No More Secrets
Wordlessly, she reached a hand behind her to grip his shaft through his pants.
A soft groan rumbled in his chest and Summer squeezed him harder.
“Two can play at that game,” Carter said, quietly in her ear. One arm wrapped around her waist while his other hand slipped under the cup of her dress. His palm brushed her nipple and he gently squeezed her breast.
Summer’s breath quickened. She shifted her hips back, grinding into him.
“Baby, you drive me crazy.” His fingers tugged at her taut peak, making her dizzy with need.
She ached for more.
“I need to touch you, Summer.” His fingers tugged harder. “Now. Somewhere without cameras.”
Her gaze darted to the corner where the security camera blinked. “I think I know a place,” she whispered.
They wound their way through the main gallery and down one hallway into another moving toward the back of the building. Summer prayed a silent prayer and turned the handle on an unmarked door.
It swung inward. “Oh, thank God,” she whispered.
It was a small auxiliary kitchen that she had once used for a senior staff brunch. It was empty and dark now. A tiny window on the far wall by the refrigerator offered the only light.
Carter dragged her toward the window.
“There’s no lock on the door,” Summer hissed.
“I want to see you.”
He pressed her against the stainless steel prep table, his erection throbbing against her stomach. “I can’t wait anymore.” His mouth claimed hers in a storm of heat and power. He overwhelmed her, and all Summer could do was cling to him. And as his mouth slanted over hers again and again, Summer’s knees buckled.
He broke away and using his hands, turned her around to face the table.
A quick tug, and the ties of her halter were released. Summer gasped as her bare breasts pressed against cold steel.
Carter lifted her skirt, fingers skimming skin as they went.
“Beautiful girl,” he whispered. With one hand at the back of her neck, the other grasped the top of her thong, a delicate web of fabric and sequins, and pulled it down just enough to leave her completely exposed.
“Please, Carter.” Summer didn’t know what she was begging for, she only knew need.
She heard his zipper and knew that soon she would be claimed. His hands left her and she gasped. “Hang on, baby.” She heard the rip of foil and his soft sigh as his hand slicked on the condom. Thank God he thought to bring one.
He didn’t make her wait. Carter guided his shaft between her legs, parting her soft folds with his broad crown. She flexed her hips back against him and his hand returned to grip the back of her neck.
With aching precision he slowly entered her. Finally full, she sobbed.
“Hush, baby.” His hand stroked her back and hip as he built a slow, gentle rhythm.
This. This. This was what she wanted, what she craved. With Carter inside her, stretching her until she was full, she was alive and nothing else mattered.
Possessed.
She heard him groan, felt him pull back. “You’re going to make me come too soon.” He pulled out of her, his cock dangling against the back of her thighs. He pulled her underwear back into place.
“Please tell me you’re not stopping,” she whimpered.
“Turn around, baby.”
Her shaking arms pushed off of the table and she turned in his arms on wobbly legs.
