Page 19 of With This Ring

Then I’m on flipped around, my back pressed hard to the door as he presses a thigh between my leg, but I couldn’t give a fuck less about the change of position. Carter settles his chest against mine, rubbing his hard length against me as he attacks my mouth. His kisses are hard and brutal, and I soak them up, needing more.

It’s wrong, wanting the man I’ve hated for years so strongly, but fuck, I can’t stop. I want to pull away, but it’s like my mouth is tethered to his, the only way I can survive is if he kisses me until I don’t know my fucking name.

My head swims from lack of oxygen, but there’s no way I’ll break this kiss. Carter’s tongue is in my mouth, with his hands all over me, and it sets my fucking soul alight. He pulls harder on my hair, the motion stinging my scalp. It only makes me kiss him harder, my fingers sinking into his flesh. I’m sure I leave behind scratch marks.

Someone clearing their throats has us breaking apart, snatching our lips away from each other. My face heating, I push Carter away and meet the gaze of Nico, whose eyebrows are up to his hairline as he takes in the scene in front of him.

I glare over at Carter, his kiss swollen lips still wet. It takes all the power in my body not to draw that plump bottom lip into my mouth and suck at him. But I refrain, anger surging back into me when I think about what led to our fight.

Carter doesn’t need to check behind me. Listening to Pop aboutmybusiness is where he fucked up. For years, Pop has been trying to get his hands on my books, to check them over for himself. I’ve had to hire accountants that aren’t a part of the family, so he wasn’t privy to my earnings. For some reason, he’s dead set on getting his hands on the company I poured my blood, sweat and tears into. I won’t allow it, and I won’t allow Carter to help him do it.

Not bothering to keep the disdain from my tone, I say, “You’re not going anywhere near my books. Mind your fucking business,husband.” With that, I storm off, brushing past Nico, who follows closely behind me.

When we get to the second-floor landing, he jogs to catch up to me. “I take it the trip to The Devil’s Den is out?”

“You’re a pain in my ass,” I mutter to him, slamming my door in his face. His dark chuckle greets me from the other side of the door.

I strip off my sweaty clothes and drop them in the hamper, then pad to my bathroom naked. My cock is still hard from kissing Carter. My lips still tingle from how his felt on mine. His taste lingers on my tongue.

Stepping under the hot spray, I immediately grab the lube that I’ve stashed in there and drizzle some in my hand and onto my fingers.

A hiss leaves my lips when my hand wraps around my cock. I stroke quickly, the memory of Carter touching and kissing me fresh in my mind. I stuff two fingers, then three, into my hole, fucking myself against my digits.

Anger still simmers just below my skin at the thought of the one person I shouldn’t want being the one that does it for me. I’ve never been close to coming from a kiss. I’ve never thought about someone holding me down and fucking me so hard I scream their name like I think about Carter. His hard, hot hands on my body, so possessive and holding me with such ownership. I’ve never had anyone touch me like that before.

I drop my head, moaning as I jerk and fuck myself faster. The thought of Carter’s hand on me, gripping me with such possession. His mouth owning me, not giving me the chance to even breathe from his closeness. All of it culminates to an earth-shattering orgasm that has my back bowing and a loud groan tearing from my lips. My hole clinches around my fingers, fluttering as I try to impale myself further.

White ropes of my spunk spray over the wall and I look at it in shame. Fuck, why does Carter fucking Whitlock have my head all fucked up?

I snap my washcloth up, cleaning myself roughly. My hands are almost violent in my hair as I wash it, my fingers pulling atthe strands without regard. It feels nothing like how Carter did, when he gripped the tresses.

Clean and still pissed off—even after an amazing orgasm—I get out of the shower and get dressed in a fitted suit. I think about how Carter rarely wears suits—cargo pants, fitted shirts and combat boots his outfit of choice. He looks good in both. But he looks unbelievable in a suit. His dark hair and all those tattoos contrast so sharply with their perfect fit. Over the years, anytime I caught him in one, I’d get one hell of a boner. It hasn’t stopped now.

The entire time we were standing in front of all those people we didn’t know in that stupid fucking wedding hall, my cock was half hard as I stared at my husband.

Before I can think more about what I want Carter to do to me, I pull my door open and head out. Nico opens his door at the same time, stepping into the hallway with me. His room is right next to mine and the walls aren’t too thick, so I’m sure he heard me coming my brains out. Whatever. In all the years he’s been my right-hand man and my closest friend, as well as my bodyguard, I’m sure he’s heard worse.

“To the construction company?” Nico asks a little too innocently.

“Yeah. Gotta call Pop to see if he’s heard anything on the streets about these threats. I’ve gotten fuck all from my contacts.”

Nico says, “I’ve been checking in with Jared,” my father’s main bodyguard who Nico has been working closely with for years, “and he said things are quiet. Too quiet.”

Carter steps out of his room just before we hit the stairs. His cheeks turn red when he looks at me, but his eyes are steady. Fuck, he’s feeling it too. My heart thumps against my rib cage as I stare at him.

Against my better judgement, my eyes drop to his mouth, and I can’t stop thinking about how they feel.

Fuck it. We’re married. We’re stuck in this house together and I want to fuck him. I don’t have to like him to get off.

“Nico, I’ll meet you downstairs. I need a word with my husband.”

Thankfully, my friend dips his head and walks away.

Carter’s eyes are guarded as he looks at me. “What?”

I push past him and step into his office. After a few beats, he walks in behind me and shuts the door. I turn around and take long strides over to him. Carter holds his hands up as if thinks I’ll fight him. Yeah, that’s good foreplay, but we’ve already done that.

Batting his hands away, I step into his space and kiss him hard.

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