Page 33 of Lonely
She flurried past us in a cloud of perfume, with a set of files in her hands, but then stopped. Her eyes dropped to Carter’s crotch, and I knew what she saw.
The tenting.
The wet patch.
Her eyes met mine, then Carter’s. She set the files down, tucked her blonde hair behind her ears, fiddled with her necklace, and looked anywhere but us.
A blush crept up her neck.
She was upset.
Carter had been stiff before, but now he was stone. I wondered if he was staring at her stupid ankle bracelet.
Without another word, Anna breezed back out. Mother would be pleased to see her gone, but I still got hard every time I thought about her heel in my ass, and now I’d never get that rush again.
I should have locked the damn door.
“You fucked her,” Carter said in such a low tone I barely caught it. But I did hear him, and his voice snapped me out of my troubled thoughts.
I locked the fucking door.
“I told you I did.”
“I didn’t believe you.” His voice was uncharacteristically hard.
“Nurse Anna can be very persuasive when she wants something,” I explained distractedly, still thinking about her fucking heel in my rectum.
Women. Nothing but trouble.
The floorboards creaked beneath my shoes as I walked to the window and peered outside. Clouds rolled in over the darkening sky, but it wasn’t raining yet.
“Come here,” Carter said, and my body went still.
What the hell is he up to?
I whipped my head around. He was standing by the chair, his broad shoulders taking up far too much space in the small office.
“Sit the fuck down,” I said, but he just chuckled, the sound deep, husky, and far too fucking filthy.
“Why don’t you shoot me full of drugs and fuck me on your desk? I won’t say no if that’s how you want me.”
“Why?”
His eyes dropped down my body.
Slowly.
So fucking slowly.
“Because the slutty nurse won’t let you do that to her.”
“How do you know?” I asked, turning to face him, the window at my back.
“A hunch.” His forest-green eyes were on my crotch now. “You don’t know how to dominate a woman.” He looked up, and his lips twitched into a smirk. “They scare you. But you’ve fucked a lot of men, haven’t you?”
He walked closer, and I almost started hyperventilating. “You’veuseda lot of men.”
My shoulders pressed against the window. For a moment, I worried the old, thin glass might give way.
