Chapter 23 #2
Carter glanced around, shrugging. “They’re just wooden boxes. It’s not like there’re dead bodies in them.”
That made me grin wider as I turned to face him, poking his chest teasingly. “You are so…I don’t even know the word. But I’d bet anything you wouldn’t have been bothered even if there were dead bodies in every single one of these.”
He smirked, grabbing my finger before I could poke him again and using that grip to reel me in. “I’ll take it one step further if you really want. I could happily, eagerly bend you over one of these caskets right here and show you just how unbothered I am by the setting.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You’re joking.”
His brows rose. “Am I?”
Was he? Surely. That had to be a joke, because we were literally standing in a showroom for body boxes and Nate was somewhere ahead waiting for us to catch up. So why then did my nipples harden and my pulse race as I held Carter’s challenging gaze?
I wet my lips, unable to look away. “Prove it,” I whispered, calling his bluff.
That seemed to actually surprise him, and his eyes widened ever so briefly before morphing to pure fire as he spun me around and ground his hardness against my backside.
“You thought I was kidding, Spark? I’m never kidding when it comes to fucking you.
You feel that?” He pulled me tighter against him, making a little gasp escape me at how fully hard he was.
“I’ve been dealing with that since the moment you changed into this painfully conservative dress.
All I could think about while you and Nate spoke about funeral arrangements was whether you were wearing any panties under that skirt… and how I could find out for sure.”
“Holy fuck, Carter,” I replied with another nervous, somewhat breathless laugh. His hand was gathering up my skirt as he spoke, and I was damn near vibrating with need…and anxiety. What if we were caught?
He gave a growling sound that went straight to my pussy, making me moan.
“You know what I think?” he murmured, but my thoughts were too scattered to work out what he meant.
Think about what? “I think you’re not wearing any…
because I’ve inspected this lush ass closely for the last twenty minutes and haven’t found any lines.
And that makes me think you secretly hoped we would find an opportunity to do exactly this. ”
Oh. That. Well…he wasn’t wrong, and just a moment later, he hitched my skirt high enough to discover that fact for himself.
His fingers met my bare pussy, and he groaned long and low in my ear as he nudged us forward a couple of steps. “You dirty girl,” he chuckled. “I love it.”
The sound of his belt unbuckling was shockingly loud in the huge showroom, and my breathing edged on panic. “What if someone walks in on us?” I asked in a strangled whisper as he prompted me to bend forward and brace my hands on the smooth, varnished lid of an eight-thousand-dollar casket.
“The place is empty,” he replied, lifting my dress fully to expose my bare ass as I arched my back in need. “Unless Nate and Mort circle back…in which case we’d better be quick.”
He gripped my hips and slid into my pussy with a savage thrust, making me cry out. The sound of my voice echoed through the room, and I clapped a hand over my mouth in panic while Carter laughed. Asshole .
“Shhh,” he chuckled, pulling out and thrusting back in with slow movements while my body adjusted to take him more easily.
There had been no foreplay, so it’d take a hot second before we were on the same page, but I wasn’t mad about it.
Sometimes I liked that extra bit of effort to get things warmed up.
I moaned as he found his rhythm, fucking me hard as I bent over the mahogany casket and gripped on for dear life. The last thing I needed was to get knocked off balance and end up headfirst in the satin lining.
“Carter…” I gasped as he grunted and gripped onto my hips like fucking handlebars. “Holy shit, I?—”
“Shhhhh,” he gasped again, giving my ass a sharp slap. “I think I can hear voices. We have to finish fast.”
Alarm flooded through me, and I had to bite my hand to keep from cursing loudly.
He could hear voices? That wasn’t good. While I wouldn’t much care if Nate found us in a compromising position, I definitely didn’t need Mortimer Graves—that name was no joke—copping an eyeful of Carter’s dick buried inside me.
“ Shit ,” I hissed when he slightly adjusted our position, causing the tip of his dick to find my G-spot deep inside my core. “Holy fuck, Sir Carter… ” I said it to tease him, because it was that or cry from how fast and hard I was about to come.
“That’s my dirty little Spark,” he growled, fucking me harder than ever. “You’re going to come all over my dick, aren’t you? With all these coffins around us?”
I moaned long and low as my orgasm detonated. “They’re empty,” I reminded him. “So it’s not weird.” He spluttered a laugh, then thrust deep and released his own climax in a heavy grunt.
There was no time for snuggles and sweet talk, because he hadn’t been lying about hearing voices. I heard them too, so we hurriedly fixed our clothes and I frantically fixed my hair right as Nate and the funeral director appeared from a doorway at the end of the showroom.
“Everything okay in here?” Nate asked with a deeply suspicious voice, his sharp gaze scanning us both from head to toe and his jaw clenching.
“Uh-huh,” I quickly replied in a strangled voice. “Yup. We were just, um, we were…uhh…”
“Looking at the differences between the wood finishes.” Carter smoothly covered for me, cool as a goddamn cucumber. As if his cum wasn’t sliding down my thigh right then.
Fucking hell . Carter really was the king of opportunity, and I sort of loved that about him.
Okay. I loved everything about him. I should have that conversation with him sooner rather than later… After all, who knew how long either of us had left?