“What are you doing?”
“Giving you something to remember.”
I wanted him to think about this every time he sat in this chair. I ran my palm from the velvety tip down to cup his balls, tugging a little as I took him in my mouth.
“Val!”
I bobbed my head up and down, bracing an arm on his thigh for support. He groaned my name again and again, but he didn’t let me go to town for as long as I wanted.
“I want to be inside you.”
He lifted me up, helping me climb on top of him. The chair was wide enough that I could comfortably rest my calves next to his thighs. I lowered myself on him inch by inch. He pushed his head back, pinching his eyes closed. I moved my lower body in a lazy rhythm. I loved being on top of him. I could touch and kiss him wherever I wanted: his biceps, his shoulders, his neck. I loved kissing his neck. The skin on his arms turned to goose bumps when I bit his Adam’s apple lightly.
“Give me your mouth,” he commanded. I continued to torment the sensitive skin on his neck. But then he took over, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling me up and down on him. “Val, kiss me.”
I straightened, and he captured my mouth, tangling our tongues. We were both moving. He was thrusting from below, and I slid my hips at a frantic pace. When he brought one hand between us, circling my clit, my insides strummed so tight that I felt I was going to split in two.
“Harder, please,” I whispered.
He was pounding into me with more ferocity than before, but I wanted every last drop of passion. I didn’t know how to put it in words, but my body did all the talking for me. I clawed at his shoulders, at his back, moving as fast as I could. As if feeling I needed more, he lifted me up, and my ass was on the wooden surface next.
Carter hooked an arm under each knee, pulling me right at the edge of the desk. When he drove inside me, pleasure swamped me like rings of fire, getting nearer and nearer to my center. He had unrestricted access to my clit, and he was using that advantage. Oh, how he was using it.
His thumb was barely caressing it, but it was driving me wild. “This is... oh fuck.”
“That’s it, Val. I want to feel you come. I want to hear you.”
I didn’t know if it was the pressure on my clit or his dirty words that did me in, but I clenched tight, holding on to his shoulders. Carter kept thrusting through my orgasm, until he cried out his own release, buckling over me, slamming his hands on the desk for support at either side of my arms. He groaned my name, driving into me until he was spent. Resting his head on my chest, he took in long, deep breaths and only pulled out a few minutes later, helping me stand. My legs were a little wobbly. If his shit-eating grin was anything to go by, he hadn’t missed it.
He rested a hand possessively on my back. “I’m never going to be able to get any work done in here again.”
I shrugged a shoulder playfully, and he pinched my ass. “That was my master plan all along.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Val
“Chop, chop. Come on, no slacking. The others are going to be here any minute now,” I instructed one week later as I was preparing for Friday dinner. Jace and Hailey had arrived earlier, and I had roped them into helping me cook. Usually I didn’t want more than one chef in the kitchen (unless it was a bare-chested, singing Carter; I’d eat burned toast just to have that view), but I was trying out a new dish today, and it turned out to be more complex than I’d thought.
“Hey, I’m working hard,” Jace complained. “I’m just not good at it.”
Hailey wasn’t faring much better. She’d actually arrived earlier because she wanted to dish about her latest date, but with Jace around, that had to wait. But by the shimmy in my sister’s movements, I gathered it had gone better than fine.
It had been a hectic week, in which I’d finally managed to try out the “sampling in the dark” technique, and I liked it so much that I was going to incorporate it into my routine from now on. Whenever I’d had a free moment, I’d been perusing my favorite online stores, and sent April so many links that she could renew her entire wardrobe. I’d told April to blame me for any outfits Carter might deem... inappropriate. I hoped Carter wouldn’t have a panic attack when she showed him the selection
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“Considering you had two hopeless cases as kitchen aides, I’d say this turned out pretty well,” Jace said a while later as he tasted the final product.
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short,” I replied after swallowing a spoonful. “This is great. Before you know it, you’ll be a cook. A very attractive quality in a guy, I must say.”
“Yeah, what’s that, Jace? Val tells me you’re on your way to settling down,” Hailey teased.
“You already informed everyone in the family?”
“Of course.”
Jace narrowed his eyes at me. “I thought you said you wouldn’t meddle.”