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I can see the truth in his eyes. He closes his eyes as he grits his teeth. “And I swear to God if I ever get to lay my hands on him.” I can sense his anger. “He’s going to wish he never fucking messed with you.” My heart is racing, and my breathing is difficult.

Carter then rests his head back down onto mine again and sighs deeply. “I’m sorry, baby, for everything you went through.” His fingers intertwine into my hair. “There is something about you, Leandra. I cannot stay away from you.” My fingers reach up to grab his wrists. “I understand you find it hard to trust, but I promise I would never pressure you into doing something you're uncomfortable with.” I look up at him through my dark lashes, now damp from tears. “I know,” I smile as I nod up to him.

His hands are removed from my face, pulling me towards the elevator. I sniffle and wipe the last of my tears. “Where are we going?” My voice croaks.

“To get you some food,” he states. Grabbing my shoes as we leave.

As we headed towards Rubirosa for some pizza and pasta. I can’t stop thinking about what just happened. I still need to tell Carter about my private appointments, which include going to the clinic. Carter calls the restaurant to order so we can pick up and go. “Thank you for calling Rubirosa Supreme. Would this be for carryout or delivery?”

“Carry out,” Carter says, keeping his eyes on the road.

“What can I get started for you?”

“I’ll get the Large Rubirosa Supreme and the Rubirosa Ragu. I’ll also get a large Coke and a large root beer, please.”

“Perfect. Anything else?” The woman on the phone speaks.

Carter turns to me for a split second. “Should we get dessert?” He asks while nodding. I don’t even get the time to respond before he orders dessert. “Yes, please add an order of Nonna’s Cannoli, Tiramisu, and Bread Pudding to go,” The thought of food makes me hungry, and the pizza and dessert have my mouth watering.

“Okay, your total will be $116.48, and your order will be ready in 30 minutes. Can I get a name for the Order?”

“Carter,” he proceeded to pay for the order over the phone. I tried to ask him for his Venmo or Cash App username so that I could give him half, but he just glared at me, letting me know that if I kept insisting, he’d just punish me later. I have to admit that the thought of him punishing me gets me excited and wet.

“Thank you for everything.” Carter smiles, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. He lays a kiss. “You’re welcome, baby. I like taking care of you in all aspects and feeding you. You're not nice when you’re hungry.” He chuckles, and I can’t help but laugh because it's true. We collect our food and drive down the road. Carter parks the car on top of a hill that looks over the city.

The view is breathtaking. Carter opens his car door and takes the food from my hands, leaving me with the drinks. He taps the hood of his car, instructing me to sit. I quirk an eyebrow to let him know if he’s serious. His SUV is a Rolls-Royce Cullinan which starts at around $350,000. “Are you sure we can’t eat inside the car? I don’t want to dent it?”

He shrugs and sits on it.

“You’re worth it,” he says before giving me his signature smirk that I have come to love. I can’t help but stare at his beautiful face, and my heart clenches. “Come here,” he says while tapping the spot beside him. Carefully making my way onto his car hood, I hand him the drinks, and he thanks me. Carter digs through the bag and gets the container of pasta and two forks. The pizza box is on his left side, and we each have our drink in between our thighs.

“Did you get crushed pepper and parmesan?” I question as I dig through the bag. Carter hums as he stuffs his face with pizza. “It’s in the small brown bag,” he says, muffled. I grin. “Yes! Thank you,” I breathe, leaning against his body. We sit and eat in silence for a few moments. The food was too good to talk, and the dessert was my favorite, especially Nonna's Cannoli. I take another sip from my Root Beer as Carter turns to face me, smiling at him. “You know you can talk to me about things, right?” Carter mentions as he reaches for my hand so that our fingers intertwine, his eyes showing so much emotion.

Watching his expressive eyes give me his full attention, I nod. “I know,” I say, letting the straw from my drink rest between my lips. I try not to notice how his eyes flick down to my lips, and I move to hold my straw between my teeth, taking a sip of my drink before I set it between my thighs. “What you told me today took a lot of courage, and I never want you to think that you can’t talk to me, Peach,” his voice is full of honesty, and I smile at him.

“I know, baby, thank you.” He holds my stare as I speak. His hand caresses my cheek, running his thumb against my lips. He kisses my forehead, and I can’t help but smile. I lean against his chest, and Carter plays with my hair. “I guess I just get ashamed when I think about what I did. I’m no homewrecker and wasn’t having an affair with a married man. I didn’t knowhewas married. I’m not a slut either.” I let out an irritated sigh. “I was stupid.”

Carter takes my fingers between his as his other hand rubs circles on my back. “I’m not here to judge you, Leandra. We all have a past, and I know you aren’t a slut, nor are you a homewrecker. But we don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.” I can’t help the shiver that goes up my spine when his hand fists my hair, pulling it down so my head tilts.

“I guess it’s good to get this off my chest. I mean, I have been carrying this for years.” I bite my lower lip nervously.

His warm hand squeezes mine. “It’s not good to hold things in. Promise that you'll come to me if you need to talk. Whatever it is. Okay?” I look back into his serious eyes and nod under his intense stare. "I promise.” The corners of my lips twitch up as I watch him. “You know, even you treated me better when we first met, and we didn’t even know each other. You still do.”

“It’s not hard to treat someone with respect. Plus, you deserve someone a million times better.” Carter says as he picks up his drink to take a sip. “Thank You,” I say as I lean my head to rest against his chest with his arms secured around me. “Besides, I bet he would have been nowhere near as good in bed as I am,” a glint of amusement sparks in his eyes, and his signature smirk is displayed on his face. I can’t help but laugh as I push his shoulder slightly. The slightest smirk makes its way onto my lips. He grins as he watches me smile. “I’m joking,” he adds, but we both know he’s right.

“Without a doubt, you have ruined me for all other men,” I say, which catches him by surprise. He nods at me before taking another sip of his drink. “Is that so?” I nod, looking at him with a smirk because it's 100% true. Carter Grayson Anderson has ruined me for all other men. “When we have sex, it's different. You care about my pleasure just as much as your own. Something tells me you’re the type to send a video with audio instead of a lousy dick pic.” I can feel my cheeks begin to redden just talking about this.

Carter chuckles. “I’m a video and audio kind of man, but only for you, baby.” He smirks, knowing damn well what that smirk does to me—sighing deeply. “Yeah, well,hewasn’t a video and audio type.Hedidn’t even know how to sext, according to my best friend. And I have to admit, buthenever could get me to cum.Hewasn’t dirty. And I just went along with it because I was stupid and didn’t know better."

“I’m glad he didn’t get the chance to make you come and watch you orgasm. It’s truly something exquisite.” Carter states, which makes my whole body go up in flames, and I feel myself getting wetter. How does he not get the slightest bit embarrassed with the things that come out of that dirty mouth of his?

“You know,hewould always say that ifhispartner didn’t know how to suck dick or wasn't into sucking dick,hewould show them the door.” I scoff as I roll my eyes. “Yet,hewas the type of man that never went down on a woman, and ifhedid,heprobably didn't even know where the clit was.” There was a brief moment of silence before I spoke up again; “an old fantasy of mine has been to sit on someone’s face.” Carter looks at me and smiles. He gets off the hood to stand before me, pulling me towards him and making me gasp.

“What?” I question nervously, swallowing harshly.

He pulls me closer, our foreheads touching as he caresses my lips with his thumb. “You can sit on my face anytime,” he replies. His hands come up to cup my cheek as his soft lips brush over mine ever so slightly. He doesn’t kiss me. He teases me, making it harder for me to breathe. “Carter,” I breathe out quietly. God, I wanted him to kiss me. His other hand is on my face, and he crashes his lips to mine with full force.

The kiss was slow and sweet. I got butterflies erupting in my stomach. My hands fumble their way to his shirt as I grip the fabric, trying to push him closer to me. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I moan. Kissing Carter was everything and more. He caresses my lips gently and passionately with every kiss, his tongue brushing mine ever so slightly. His teeth graze my bottom lip, he nips gently, and I can’t ignore the tingles it sends me. We break away. Our breathing is all that can be heard on this cool New York night. His thumb is running circles behind my ear as he grins.

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