“That was incredible,” I finally break the silence.
“Oh my God. You’re amazing,” he leans down, kissing the tip of my nose.
“I told you we just needed a little privacy,” I snicker.
“Yeah, a couple of times I thought people could see in here,” he glances toward the window.
“Me too!” I exclaim before asking, “Did you see the two women looking in?”
“I thought for sure they could see. They were holding their hands up and everything!” He laughs and I giggle, leaning into his arms.
“What do you want to do now?” I ask.
“Let’s stay together,” he suggests, and although I’m not sure what that means, I agree.
Lifting the phone from the receiver, Carter tells Johnny his address and instructs him to take us there. We’ve been going at it for so long that we’re now uptown, not far from where he lives. For the rest of the short ride, I smile in complete bliss, unable to process all that’s happened between us. He is a dream, and I feel like I’m floating on air as we maneuver through the city in complete anonymity, other drivers and pedestrians both unaware of the magic we hold between the two of us.
When Lola hired me for this, I never thought I could grow such deep feelings for someone, especially not this fast, but I have been smitten with him since we met and now I’m sure that it’s even more. He means the world to me, and our future is something I want to make a real possibility.
I have to tell him the truth about me, and I need to make sure he doesn’t give in to me without first knowing the truth. I don’t want any secrets between us, no matter what that will mean for me. I have been honest about who I am and I know I must also tell him how I was introduced into his life.
I can feel his strong feelings for me, from the way he fucks me to the delicacy in how he holds me right now. Leaning down, he kisses the top of my head and inhales deeply, and I’m certain we're both in this together, falling hard.
I don’t want it to stop, or even slow. It’s the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had. Carter Blaine has been the man of my dreams for years, and now he's the man of my reality. It’s hard to process it all, so I decide to give my thoughts of the future a rest and focus on the present.
Leaning into his solid chest, I look up at him. The look of sincerity in his eyes and the smirk of happiness on his face makes me sure that I’m making the right decision. He’s worth everything. That I’m sure of.
Ashley
The limo pulls to a stop in front of the building Carter is staying at. I look at Carter and smile, all my feelings from the past few weeks right there at the surface. What we just did together in the limo was so unbelievably amazing. A man has never made me feel the way that Carter does. The sex—well, the kinds we’ve had, at least—is out of this world mind-blowing.
Everything I’ve seen from him has only proved that my original thoughts after I read his file were accurate. He isn’t the guy that everyone sees on TV. He’s not just some chauvinistic player that sees women as a sport. I mean, not when you take him away from the context of the show.
I know logically that we’re actually on the show right now, but I can also tell that something seems different. I don’t think it’s just me. I think he feels it too. But I’m not one hundred percent sure yet.
The driver comes to the back of the limo and opens the door for us, and I climb out before Carter. He follows right behind me.
Standing there in front of Carter’s building is a sort of attractive man dressed in expensively tailored clothes, his hair perfectly arranged and a mega-watt smile on his face. He’s looking right at us. I frown, not sure who this guy is.
“Chase,” Carter says from over my shoulder, an edge in his voice as he rests his hand on my hip. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, Carter,” the man—Chase, apparently—says, his smile never faltering. “The network has now forbidden you from having anal sex.”
What the hell?
Is this guy for real? Who is he? And why is he talking about anal? It’s like he knows…
My eyes narrow when Carter’s hand tightens even more, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my hip. Normally I’d like that, especially if he was using that strong grip to guide me up and down that giant monster of a cock. But right now it feels almost like a warning. Or like he’s afraid of what this guy Chase is about to say.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“Who the hell are you, and how do you know we just had anal sex?”
Carter lets out a low laugh, his breath teasing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I turn to look at him from the corner of my eye, and he’s shaking his head, watching me in amusement. But at Chase’s next words, the smile disappears.
“Oh, we had a camera in the champagne bottle,” he says casually.
Seriously? He has to be fucking kidding me. But no, he looks dead serious. A camera in the champagne bottle? And here I thought we would be safe from the cameras in the limo. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that anyone watching the live stream might have had a glimpse of me with Carter giving it to me good. In the ass.