Chapter 9

chapter

nine

Carter

I've never been so fully present as I am now, as Summer and I fuck each other blind on a five-thousand-dollar ottoman that I don't think has ever been used before.

And I don't care. It's ugly and velvet and not even comfortable.

As far as I'm concerned, we can mess around on every hideous piece of furniture in this place.

Then it occurs to me: I hope Summer realizes this is not a one-time thing because I plan on keeping her around.

I kiss my way down her neck, licking and sucking the swells of her pretty breasts above the neckline of her sundress as she comes.

My mouth waters.

"I'm about to come," I tell her.

"Okay," she breathes.

I make a move to pull out, but she locks her legs around me.

"You feel too good to let go."

"I'm gonna pull out, sweetheart. It's the right thing to do."

She whines as I ease out of her.

"Don't move," I say.

I ease my way onto the floor, so I'm kneeling in front of her, then I adjust her so my face is even with her pussy. With one hand clasping my rock-hard dick against my lower abdomen and the other hand spreading her wide, I take what's mine.

"What…what are you doing, Carter?"

"I need to taste this. I need you on my tongue."

"Oh my god, yes…" she says with a sigh.

At the first taste of her sweetness, my release hits me like a ton of bricks. I come all over my stomach. A loud grunt rips from my throat as I'm eating her out.

"Carter, are you okay?"

"Perfect," I grit out, my spend wrecking my shirt, but I do not fucking care.

With my mouth on her, she comes again with a groan, making a mess of me.

"Carter! Oh my god!"

Summer can keep saying my name like that forever. It's my personal goal to make her say my name like that every day for the rest of our lives.

Making her come is my new addiction.

I continue to clean her up with my mouth, ignoring the mess I've made on my stomach and shirt.

"I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have tried to make you finish inside me like that."

Without waiting a beat, I'm over her again, kissing her sweet, swollen mouth.

"You have nothing to apologize for," I say. "Whatever happens, you're mine. You're not going back to that job as a bottle girl."

"Carter."

"Summer."

She sighs, her eyes dazed. "I'm too tired to argue," she says with an exhausted, sweet grin.

I kiss the top of her head and haul her into my lap. I rest my arm over her legs, bringing her side to rest against my chest and kiss her bare shoulder.

"I'd like to say I'm not usually jealous, but I feel differently around you," I say.

"It was fun seeing you snap. I wasn't expecting it," Summer replies.

We sit there for a long time until she sighs and pats my forearm.

"I should go find Harmony and take her home. And I have to go to work at 9."

"You're not going anywhere," I say, pulling her face down for another kiss.

She laughs.

"Don't be silly. We have a contract to sign. I have to take Harmony home, and then I have to get ready for work."

I kiss her shoulder. "Of course, we can find Harmony and sign that contract. But, honey? Sorry; you're never going back to being a bottle girl. Deal with it."