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Then his hand is there, grazing the outside of my soaked panties.
“Fuck, Ashley,” he growls. “You’re so goddamn wet for me.”
I nod. “For you, Carter.” I’m practically ready to give him anything he wants, right here. Just as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.
He takes his other hands and wraps it around my neck, bringing his lips to mine in a crushing, bruising, needy kiss. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him kiss anyone like this. And I’ve watched him for years. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, stroking with an urgency that I feel my hips respond to. I thrust them forward, grinding against his hand as we continue to kiss, and I’m this close to coming when he suddenly pulls his hand back.
He breaks the kiss and watches me, waiting for me to say something. Waiting for me to decide where we’re taking this. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t even care at the moment. Fuck this lunch date. I need to get out of here—with Carter.
“Come on,” I say, standing from the table. “Let’s take this to my limo.”
Ashley
My de
sire has gotten the best of me, my body craving Carter’s hands all over me. Our fingers are interlocked as I pull him to my waiting car, and the intimacy only turns me on more.
“Slow down,” he pulls me into him, my ass bumping into the hard bulge in his pants. His control and dominance is just so sexy.
“I can’t,” I whisper over my shoulder and he presses his lips to mine, my pussy creaming at the taste of him.
“Where are you taking me?” he asks after pulling away. Our bodies are pressed flush against each other; I can feel the curve of his cock on my ass.
“We need some privacy,” I explain absentmindedly, looking in each direction for my car.
“Hmm,” he hums before kissing my neck, his tongue making a sloppy appearance.
His hands are wrapped around my waist tightly as I struggle to find my smartphone in my purse before dialing my driver’s cell. We look like that couple that needs to get a room as Carter kisses my neck, our bodies melded into one. Tilting my neck, I move to give him full access, that masterful mouth arousing me in the best way.
“Johnny!” I yelp into the phone as my driver answers.
“Are you ready, ma’am?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m ready. Please come to the front,” I order impatiently and he agrees before ending the call.
“Where are we going?” Carter asks, his hands massaging everywhere they touch.
“Anywhere but here,” I glance around, shocked that no one has realized who Carter is. The last thing I need is a crowd of his fans snapping pictures as he makes a meal out of my neck.
“My cock is fucking throbbing for you, Ashley,” he whispers in my ear and my abdomen muscles clench sweetly.
Arching my back, I press my ass into his bulge, and his hips rock forward, our bodies straining against each other, both hungry for more. Turning to face him, I run my nose along his, our lips less than an inch apart. Staring into his eyes, I cannot believe how much he can turn me on without even touching me.
It’s more than sex actually, I feel something deep in my heart for him, a feeling I’ve never felt for anyone, let alone a work subject. There’s something special between us, in addition to the incredible attraction I feel whenever I’m in his presence. My body leans into every touch, every kiss, always wanting more, feeling more.
“I want you so bad,” I whisper, almost to myself, but Carter hears me and takes my face into his hands, again sliding that tongue of seduction through my lips, swallowing my moans.
“Is this you?” he asks, pulling away from our kiss. I’m so lost in the disappointment that the moment is over, I don’t pay any attention to our surroundings.
“Your car?” he smirks, reading my confusion.
Turning around, I see the black limousine I’ve had driving me around for the day. Johnny jumps out of the driver seat and scurries to the back door, holding it open as I look up to Carter. I can see the weariness on his face, mixed with a bit of curiosity. I could tell him my plan, but I think it's best if I just show him.
“Come on,” I whisper in his ear, biting his lobe before walking forward, tugging his hand.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion, yet he willingly follows me into the luxury vehicle before Johnny closes the door behind us.
“I needed you alone,” I explain as we settle into our seats. Glancing down, I can see the bulge in his pants; it looks quite painful actually.
