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“No, I thought you were room service, and I happen to get excited about food,” she said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Carter. Carter. Carter, man, are you okay?” Liam says, looking concerned.

“What?” I’m confused as to why he would be asking such a thing. I didn’t even hear him enter the gym.

“I saw you hunched over against the wall. I thought you were hurt. I called your name, and you didn’t answer. Which makes me think you were thinking of something,” he says, looking more relaxed since he can see that I'm not hurt with an injury at least. He’s not wrong, I was thinking. Thinking about the time our relationship changed when I went to her suite with take-out, which ended with the best sex of my life, along with our first date.

“I’m good,” I say, getting up from the wall as I prepare to spar with a warrior from the pack. Liam looks at me like he wants to say something, but doesn’t. Instead, he gets ready to take the warrior’s place. It looks like I’ll be sparring with Liam, just like old times.

Chapter thirty-three

Leandra

Why am I so nervous? He’s seen you naked, Leandra. Come on, get it together. He quirks an eyebrow at me and leans onto the door hinge. His tongue drags across his bottom lip slowly. “This isn’t a booty call, is it?” A small laugh escapes my lips. “No, it's a dick appointment.” I tease him. His eyes study me, but I notice a small smirk on his lips.

“I’m joking,” I say, shutting the door behind him. “I didn’t invite you over to have sex, Carter.” I clarify. He turns to me, his turquoise eyes full of amusement. “I know, Leandra,” he says, smirking at me. He goes over to the mountain of books I have on the table. I watch him intently as he runs his fingers against the spine of my books.

I close the distance between us, grabbing my book back from his hands. He slowly drags his fingertip across my skin. His touch was as light as a feather but enough to cause my breathing to increase and goosebumps to form. I pull away from Carter’s touch. “I’m ready for the tour you promised me.” I smile at him.

“Sure, let’s go,” Carter responds by taking my hand as we walk towards the door. We exit the hotel and fall into a slow walk. It was warm today, and the sun felt good on my skin. I definitely needed that vitamin D.

Our laughter filled my living room as we walked through my suite door. Making our way to the dining area, we place our takeout bags on the table. “Thank you for taking me to watch the comedy show. I needed the laugh after the crazy week I had.”

“You’re welcome,” he says as his eyes flick over my face and land on my eyes. He takes a small step closer to me, his lips almost touching my skin. I let out a shaky breath. Then his lips graze my jaw, and I stop breathing. Carter places a delicate kiss below my earlobe. “Carter,” I whisper. “I thought we said this wasn’t a booty call.”

Carter’s lips part against my skin. “If I remember correctly, I did promise you I would hear you screaming my name again. But you're right, it's more of a dick appointment,” he mumbles against my skin, but I can feel him smirking. My heart has officially stopped beating. “And I know you want this dick, baby. Are you wet for me?” He continues to pleasure me.

My core tightens at his words. Carter reaches down to hoist me up onto the dining table, and he nudges his way between my legs. His hands trail down my body slowly, his fingers resting on the buttons of my jeans. He undoes them as his lips still kiss along my neck.

Fuck, Leandra, have some self-control! I said to myself no more sex, especially after the lobby incident. Why couldn’t I do it?

“Because I’ve been thinking about how you sound,” his hand slips inside my jeans, and I feel myself getting wetter. His other hand now clasps the back of my neck, his fingers fist my hair. His hand goes over my lace panties, whispering, “over and over,” as his fingers press down against my pussy. I let out a quite hitched breath.

I can feel Carter's smirk against my neck. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me crazy. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks in a low voice; I can feel the corner of his teeth grazing my neck. “No,” I breathe out. Then I roll my head into his shoulder as he rubs circles around my clit.

“You’re so wet, Leandra,” he says deeply in my ear. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. My hands make their way up to Carter’s shoulders. I throw my head back in pleasure. His fingers find the hem of my jeans, and he lifts my hips to take them off. His eyes are darker, full of desire and pure lust. He works quickly as he throws my jeans onto the floor.

Carter is on his knees in no time as he spreads me open, one foot settling on the dining chair. He grunts when he looks at my wet panties. Carter kisses along the inside of my thighs, his lips are warm, and his kisses are soft. One of his fingers slips into the side of my panties, and he pulls them off, destroying them.

For fucks sake, at this rate, he will owe me a whole collection.

I grunt. “You’ve got to stop doing that,” I say breathlessly as I feel his face closer to my aching pussy. A low chuckle escaped his lips. “I’ll buy you the whole Victoria Secret collection.” He says huskily. Carter then lowers his head sucking my clit. My hands grip his hair and try to pull him closer to me. Pressing two fingers inside of me slowly, his tongue licks my clit. I arch my back as I feel his fingers thrusting in and out of me. “Oh God, Carter,” I groan and grip his hair tighter.

He thrusts quicker, his fingers curling inside me, and I have to hold to the edge of the table to steady myself. Carter hits my G-spot perfectly, sucking my clit as I scream out my orgasm. My eyes well with tears, pleasure erupting in every inch of my body. Grinding my hips down onto Carter’s mouth and fingers. Catching my breath, Carter slowly pulls away and moves up to my face pulling me in for a kiss tasting myself on his lips. “Bet you missed that,” he mumbles, smiling at me.

“I missed something else even more,” I admit as I pull on his belt. He undoes his belt himself and strips himself of his jeans. Then he pulls his shirt up over his head, his muscles flexing, and I can’t help but stare. Carter pulls me off the table and spins me around, hoisting one knee up onto the dining chair. He removes my shirt and bra and kisses up my spine slowly. His hands find my ass, and he grips them harshly. I groan and push back onto his hands.

“Is this what you want?” I hear Carter behind me as he presses his cock at my entrance. I breathe out and look down at the table, nodding my head. I hear the ripping of a foil packet. Carter slides his dick along my slit. “Is it?”

“Yes, “I say breathlessly. Carter smiles against my back, leaving kisses on my shoulder, then pushes his way into me. “Ohhhh, Carter,” I moaned. He reaches around the front of my body and rests his hand just below the base of my throat.

Fuck yes!

He’s going to choke me, and I’m going to come. Carter thrusts faster and faster, going deeper than the previous thrust. “Oh fuck,” I curse as I tilt my head back and rest it on Carter’s shoulder.

Carter grunts in my ear, and I close my eyes at how good he feels inside me. His hand smooths over my ass and he lets his hand come down on it. A spark of pleasure and pain shoots through my skin. Fuck, he just spanked me!

“Carter…” I say breathlessly. “You like that?” He asks deeply in my ear. I can’t answer because it feels too good, so I nod. He spanked me again, but this time twice as hard, and I groan. I’m getting wetter with each spank drenching his cock. His hand then claps my throat, and I let out a surprised gasp. Oh God, I was going to come everywhere.

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