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Carter freezes initially, then snaps out of it, wrapping one arm around me and thrusting the other hand into my hair. He walks me backwards until the backs of my legs hit his desk. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, dragging it along mine in a rough, teasing way. I moan in his mouth, arching into him.

Breaking the kiss, Carter spins me around and plants my hands on his desk. He reaches around to the front of my pants, undoing them quickly. Fuck yes. He wants it too.

“Just because I want to fuck your ass,” he says, pressing his hard cock against me, “doesn’t mean anything. You’re still the bane of my fucking existence.”

“Don’t care,” I pant. “Just fuck me already.”

Carter roughly pulls my pants down and spits against my hole. When he stuffs two fingers inside me, he chuckles gruffly. “Did you get yourself ready for me, dear husband?”

“Fuck you.” I didn’t, but it’s a stroke of luck that I fingered myself in the shower. “Your cock, Carter. Give me what I want.”

He stands and presses his body to mine, his hand drifting up to my throat. “So needy. Have you always been like this? Something I don’t know about you, St. Clair?”

“Carter, I swear to god,” I grumble, pushing my ass back against his groin. I reach back and spear my hands in his hair, gripping tight. “Take your dick out and fuck me. I need to get you out of my system.”

For once, he does what I say without complaint, fumbling in his pants with his free hand. He spits again between us, getting saliva on the top of my crack. He runs his cockhead through it, then drags it down to my hole.

In one swift motion, he pushes into me, only stopping when he’s balls deep in my ass. “Fuck,” we groan together. My back arches as I push back against him. I’ve never felt so fucking full. Never felt like I’d be split apart so thoroughly.

Carter’s hand tightens around my throat as he pulls back and slams forward into my aching hole hard. Over and over, he pumps into me, his heavy balls slapping against mine.

I clamp my lips shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just what he’s doing to me, but Carter is having none of it. “Let me hear you, Kai. You have so much to say any other time.”

I hum as he pounds into me, holding back as much as I can.

Then he stops his frantic pounding and rolls his hips, fucking me slow. It’s so unexpected that my breath shoots from my lungs, the urge to beg him to keep fucking me like this on the tip of my tongue.

Then he says, “Come on, Kai. Moan for me, baby.”

My body jerks, a hard shudder rolling through me. No one has called me baby while we were fucking and actually sounded like theymeantit. Usually, it’s that bullshit sex talk that was meaningless, but hot as fuck in the moment. Hearing it from Carter? Fuck, it’s almost too much.

My control fucking snaps and my lips part, a loud groan sounding in the room. Carter chuckles darkly and I would feel embarrassed if he didn’t feel so fucking good. “Just like that. So fucking good when you listen.” He grips my hip hard, plowing into my hole like he owns me. “Fuck, Kai. Squeeze that tight fucking hole around my dick.” I do what he tells me, trying to strangle his cock. “I’m close. You’d better come before I do.”

He doesn’t need to give me directions in that area. With how he’s pegging my prostate, it’ll only take?—

His teeth sink down hard into my shoulder and the bite of pain shoots pleasure down my spine to the head of my dick. “Carter, I’m coming. Fuck, keep fucking me like that. Like…that….fucccccccck!”

My cock kicks off, spraying my cum all over the desk. My body shudders from the force of my orgasm. Hands down, it’s the best orgasm of my life and I came hands free. It’s the first time that’s ever happened.

With a long growl, Carter stills behind me, and I can feel his hot cum spraying against my walls. He rests his head between my shoulder blades, breathing in deeply. Almost as if he’s taking in my scent.

This shouldn’t feel so good. Not the sex, but this bit that not even air can pass between us, it’s everything.

What the fuck is going on? Why, of all people, is Carter the one to make me feel whole? After sex, I usually felt like I wanted to get away as quickly as possible, to be by myself to come down from my orgasm high.

Now? I don’t want to move. What iswrongwith me?

Carter pulls his dick out of me and replaces it with two fingers in my ass, shoving his cum in deeper. I groan hoarsely, my voice gone from all the moaning and babbling. “I want you to walk around with my cum in you all day. You’ll smell like me. You’ll feel me. Everyone will know I fucking own you.”

“I hate you,” I say with another groan.

He chuckles and nips my shoulder once more. “Doesn’t mean I don’t fucking own you.” He removes his fingers and stuffs them in my mouth. I suck on his fingers greedily, dragging my tongue over his digits to collect all of his taste. When they’re clean of his spunk, he pulls his fingers roughly from my mouth and slaps my ass hard. “Now get out of my office. I have shit to do today that doesn’t include you.”

The sting of his dismissal shouldn’t resonate so deeply in me, but I know he felt that connection between us. I know because of how reluctant he was to remove his hand from around my waist and lift his head from my shoulders.

But fuck him. All I needed was his cock once to get him out of my system. Now that I got what I wanted, we can go back to what we were before: enemies that happen to be married.

CHAPTER 9

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