Chapter 17 Carter
CARTER
Iwatch the flush rise up Livi’s neck and fill her cheeks. I want to lower my mouth to hers and thrust my tongue between her glossy red lips.
Glancing around the elaborately decorated room, I wonder if there is anywhere I can take her to deliver on my promise.
And it is a promise. One I’d never break.
For months I’ve teased us both with the tantalizing verbal descriptions of all the wicked things I plan to do to her—with her.
Of course there are times when I have to use every ounce of self-control I have not to follow through on my words the second they’re out of my mouth.
Like now.
The dress—if you could call it a dress—is a torture device designed to drive me out of my mind. My cock out of my pants.
It skims her breasts, her waist, her hips, then flows like a cool blue waterfall down her legs to pool around her feet.
I can’t wait to peel her out of it. My groin throbs.
Really can’t wait.
“Do you absolutely have to stay now you’ve made an appearance?” I ask.
She nods but I can see in her eyes she wants to say no. I’ll just have to turn up the heat until she can’t wait another second—can’t function for the need clawing through her.
It seems only fair. My insides are a shredded bloody mess from the razor-sharp slash of lust she inspires.
I move my hand lower, my fingers skimming the sweet curve of her ass and she trembles against me. I can’t help sweeping my hand over her again, my fingers brushing lower.
She sucks in a breath. “Carter.”
I smile, press my lips to her temple. “Olivia.”
“You have to stop that.”
I give her taut flesh a gentle squeeze. “This?”
“No. Yes. No.”
“No? Yes? No? Which is it?” I move us effortlessly over the dance floor, making my way to the far side and a promising looking dark hallway.
“Why are you calling me Olivia?” She tries to pull from my embrace but I hold her tighter. “Carter?”
“It’s your name.” I’m not sure what she’s getting at, but I don’t like the quiver in her voice. It doesn’t sound like my confident Livi at all.
“But you don’t call me that. You’ve never called me that.”
Ah, now I understood. “I didn’t think you’d want me to call you Livi or Princess here.”
This time when she pulls away, she does it so quickly I can’t stop her. “Why?”
I look around us. Look at the men and women wearing clothes and jewels that cost more than my weekly profits and wonder how Livi doesn’t get it. “Because here you’re Olivia.”
She shakes her head. “But this isn’t who I am with you.”
“I know that.”
Livi frowns. “But I don’t want to be this Olivia with you.”
I tug her close again. This is a huge moment. I can feel it. And for the life of me I won’t fuck this up.
“I’ll take you any way you come. Olivia. Livi. Princess. I love them all because I see what’s beneath each one of them. I see everything, Livi, and nothing about you, not this perfect woman in my arms or the fake smile she puts on her face, makes me love you any less.”
“But—”
I press my fingers to her lips. “No. There’s nothing you can say that will change the way I feel either.”
“I don’t—”
“C’mon.” I release her to grab her hand. “Let’s go somewhere less noisy. More private.”
Without a clue where I’m going, I tug her behind me into the dark passage I spotted earlier.
Having worked in a five-star hotel before buying the bar, I recognize the hallway as a service way and lead her past the kitchen and deeper into the darkness.
“Carter?”
“Hang on. Almost there.” I try the handle on a storage room door. It turns so I push it open and step inside.
“Carter?”
“Shh.” I pull her in with me and close the door. The room is pitch black leaving my eyes useless, but I’m good with my hands—really good—and I have no trouble at all feeling my way down Livi’s body.
“Carter?”
“Princess.” I sweep my hands over her hips and bunch the silky fabric of her dress in my fists. “I need you to do something for me.”
“W-what?”
“I need you to be quiet. Really, really quiet.”
“But—”
I silence her with my mouth. Thrusting my tongue between her lips, I take the kiss deep. All the while I continue lifting the hem of her dress.
Retreating, I nip her bottom lip before telling her exactly what I’m going to do.
“I’m going to lift your dress, and you’re going to hold it in place so I can get to work on removing your panties.
Because I gotta tell you, Princess, they have to go.
There’s no way I can fuck you against that door with them on. ”
“Oh God.” Her breath rushes over my face. “We can’t.”
I get my hand between her legs and stroke my fingers over the wet crotch of her panties. “Yeah, we can. You can’t deny you want to. The evidence is right here.” I slide my fingers over her once more, smiling when she shudders.
“Carter. Please.”
“I aim to please you every day for the rest of my life but right now I need you to be quiet while I do it. As much as I love to make you scream, I don’t want to get caught with our pants down.”
“It won’t matter. Everyone will know what we’ve been doing.” She stiffens against me—tries to pull away.
I’ll let her go if that’s what she really wants, but her mouth is protesting while her body is saying something completely different. I give her the choice anyway. “Say the word and we’re out of here.”
Livi freezes in her effort to pull free.
“We’ll go back to the party. It’s your call. Always.”
I hear her suck in a breath. Feel her breasts press against me. “I’ll have to fix my hair when we’re done.”
I grin. “Hold your dress up around your waist.” I go to work on the button and fly of my pants.
“I’m wearing a G-string. I can just move it to the side.”
Livi’s suggestion has heat filling my groin and my balls pulling tight. “Damn. That’s the sexiest idea I’ve ever heard.”
“You inspire me.”
I push my pants down my thighs. “Nope. You’ve got that wrong.” I reach for her. My eyes have adjusted and while it’s still dark, I can make out the smile on her lips. “We inspire each other.”
I press against her only to have my shirt caught between us. “Shit. This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought.” I try to gather as much of the fabric as I can in one hand.
“Nothing worth having is ever easy,” she whispers. “Here, let me help.”
She reaches behind me and whatever she does makes my shirt ride up my stomach and stay. Then her hands are in front—wrapping around me—squeezing and stroking. “Fuck.”
“Mmm… You’re so hard.” Her thumb sweeps over my weeping tip. “And wet.”
“I’m gonna get wetter if you keep that up,” I growl. Jesus. She’ll have me coming in her hand in seconds at this rate. “Enough. I want inside you.”
I’m not sure how we manage it, not with all our clothes still on, but I find myself with an armful of Livi, her hot wet cunt rubbing against my cock.
“Put it in, Princess.” I rock my hips. “Need to feel you around me.”
With a skill we’ve learned over months of sex in the most inconvenient places, Livi rises up and slips a hand between us to position my cock before slowly lowering down my length.
“Yes.” Her hiss echoes in the room.
I shuffle forward until her back is pressed against the door. “Hold on.”
Flexing my hips, I withdrew from her tight cunt and drive back in again. I do it hard. I do it fast. And within a few strokes we’re panting for breath and sweat coats my brow.
“Harder,” Livi demands.
I let go of one hip and put my hand over her mouth. “Shh. Anyone walking past will hear.”
“Don’t care.” She rocks harder against me, her words muffled by my palm. “I need more.”
“Okay. But no sound.”
She nods. And I do as asked.
I drive her into the door at her back. The handle rattles, the hinges creak, and still I pound into her as though my life depends on it.
There will be no going back to the party. Not after I’ve finished fucking both our brains out. It doesn’t matter how many times I get inside her, each time feels like the first. The best.
My brain has been scrambled since that first night in my office and I can’t say I’m sorry.
Nothing about my relationship with Livi makes me sorry.
Except the time we spend apart.
I’m so done with living separately. So done with waiting for her to catch up but I promised not to push, and I’ll keep my word even if it kills me.
“I can’t get enough of you. Of being inside you.” I pant against her hot throat.
“Me either.” Her words are jagged with her choppy breaths. “Move in with me.”
I freeze mid-stroke. My balls scream at me to keep going but every muscle has seized. I lift my head and curse the dark room. “What did you say?”
“Move in with me.”
“In your apartment?”
“No.”
“Then—”
“I want to buy a house together.”
I suck in a breath. “You wanted to wait…” Would I finally get my ring on her finger? Hers on mine?
“I’m ready, Carter.”
“Are you sure? You know what I want to happen before we move in together.” She knows because I’ve spent every day since that afternoon in her apartment asking her to marry me.
“I want that too. I want it all.”
“All?”
“I want to stop taking the pill.”
My heart stops. Kicks back in at double time. “I…yes. Jesus fucking Christ yes!” I slam my mouth on hers.
I fuck into her mouth with my tongue. Buck my hips and fuck her with my cock.
Pressing her harder into the door, I let go of her hips and trail my hands up her sides until I reach her breasts.
Using thumbs and forefingers, I tweak her nipples through her dress just the way she likes and have her screaming into my mouth in less than a minute.
Her orgasm draws out mine and I pump everything I have into her. Give her more than just my seed. I give her me—heart and soul.