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He had no idea where he’d found the strength to hold back. His hips tried to pump forward and make her mouth his, but he wanted her to come all over his tongue before he found any sort of relief. Using his fingers, tongue, and mouth, he worked her. She was so fucking wet for him, her little nub swollen and eager for his attention.
If Carter died right then, he would die a happy man.
Vanessa’s hips bucked faster, her muscles squeezing around his tongue. His heart raced, and his balls were heavy and tight. Carter needed to come with her. Carefully, he guided each thrust as he fucked her mouth and pussy.
His orgasm hit him hard and fast, and she followed. Their muffled groans filled the room, and she swallowed every drop he spilled. After a moment, he forced his fingers to release their grip, half-moons appearing on the flesh of her ass.
Vanessa dropped next to him on the bed. Her heavy breaths matched his own as he tried to regain any semblance of thought. The woman had left him numb in the most wonderful way. Running a hand down her leg, he licked his lips.
“Wow,” she mumbled, her voice sleepy.
Carter turned on his side and kissed her calf. “Quite the start to our day,” he muttered against her skin.
“Mhmm…”
His gaze landed on her full breasts and somehow his damn dick stirred, after the most explosive orgasm of his life. Carter ran a hand roughly down his face before lowering his feet to the floor. He listened to her shift behind him as he headed for his dresser.
“Great ass,” she mumbled.
He slid a pair of black slacks up his legs and found her appreciative gaze on him. “Thanks,” he said and grabbed her pajamas off the floor. “Here, we should probably get moving so I’m not late.” Carter felt like the biggest asshole when a shadow of hurt and embarrassment crossed Vanessa’s features.
“Right…” she said and slid her arms and head through the holes of her shirt.
He hurried to her side and took hold of her face. The right words escaped him, so he did the only thing he could. He captured her lips until she gasped for breath. Pressing his forehead to hers, he sighed. “No matter how badly I want to say fuck it and slam my cock into you…” He paused, smirking at the little gasp his words had evoked. “We both need to get to work.”
“Okay.” She breathed, and the puff of hair teased his lips.
Vanessa turned, not bothering to slip on her pajama bottoms, and he gave her round ass a swat. She jumped with a squeal, but the grin she offered over her shoulder reassured him she liked it.
He moved to his closet, looked down, and groaned. “Seriously, you need to calm the hell down,” he snapped at his dick.
Chapter 21
Vanessa could not stop smiling as the trees flew by. Carter’s hand lay possessively on her jean-clad thigh as he drove her to her boutique. Her sex still hummed from the mind-blowing orgasm she had experienced at his hands.
When he retreated into the depths of his head, she felt a part of her heart crack. They had fooled around on his couch for the last week. Seeing his erection salute her that morning had made her feel sexy and bold.
She’d wanted to taste him for days, and the intimacy they shared that morning had been nothing short of amazing. Vanessa was surprised they still had not torn each other’s clothes off and had sex.
Carter was proving to be the most gentlemen of men she had ever dated or met. He took care of her needs multiple times and, until that morning, he’d denied all of her offerings to make him feel better.
The car speakers cut out with the ringing of a call, drawing her back from the morning’s activities.
“Hello,” Carter said as they neared the boutique.
“Yo, we’ve got a little problem,” a deep voice announced.
The energy in the car became stagnant, and they both stiffened at the man’s words. Facing Carter, they shared a look before he returned his attention to the road. “What’s going on?”
“I got here before y’all and noticed a new scent, so I followed it and noticed the back entrance was off. Someone broke in, man. I called the cops, and they’re on their way since it seems like anormalcrime.”
All the blood drained from her face. Her mind whirled as she tried to recall if the insurance would cover everything. She tried remembering if she had locked up when Carter picked her up. His kisses along her neck had been distracting, but she doubted he would have let her forget to set the bolt.
“Pulling up now. I’ll come up with Vanessa.”
Carter did not bother waiting for the man’s response and hit the End Call button on his steering wheel. He made the last turn, and the car jumped forward once he slipped into a parking spot. He squeezed her hand before releasing it so they could get out. At the front of the car, their hands linked again without a word as they moved toward the door where Joel stood.
Joel was taller and wider than Carter but smaller than Peter. His familiar face watched over her a few nights, but he had never spoken a word to her. “Peter’s on his way,” he said by way of greeting and offered Carter a hand to shake. “I’m so sorry about this, Vanessa,” he said, his eyes full of remorse.
