Page 36 of Daddy's Double Surprise

“Well, I feel bad anyway.”

“Make it up to me?” I said, though he really didn’t have to do anything but be with me.

“Anything,” Carter said, curling some hair around my ear.

“Help me forget everything for the next thirty minutes.” My eyes danced between his and he blinked languidly, seeming to get the message. Getting lost in his arms was the only remedy for this feeling I had, the only thing I could think to drown my discouragement and anger, and I wanted to pour myself into it wholeheartedly.

Carter gripped my hips and pulled me toward him on the chair. My legs slid across the seat as he rose up and brought his lips to meet mine. His kiss was slow and passionate, building warmth in my body as he parted my lips and drew his tongue over mine. I moaned against his mouth, arms coiling around his neck and pulling him closer, all thoughts of my disastrous dinner with my parents gone. I’d deal with the fallout tomorrow, when my heart wasn’t in pieces. Tonight, I was going to get lost in the beautiful man who made me feel whole and complete and loved unconditionally.

He slid his hands around to undo the button on my jeans while I tangled my fingers in his hair and sighed into his mouth. I tilted my head back to give him better access to taste the column of my neck, gasping when he traced a path down to my collarbone.

“I love you, Soleil,” he breathed against my skin, moving his kisses lower. My heart beat double time as he unbuttoned my jeans. Slowly, torturously slow, he slid them down my hips and then helped me step out of them. The feel of Carter’s cool, calloused hands on my skin made me shudder as he pressed me back against the chair and dropped to his knees to slide my panties off too. I sat back down, perched on the very edge of the seat while he spread my legs and kissed up my inner thigh.

My entire body thrummed as he glanced up at me with those cerulean eyes that could stop time itself if they’d wanted to. His hand reached between my thighs and gently rubbed me right there, making me moan loudly.

Carter’s eyes danced with desire as he brought his mouth to my aching sex. He kissed me there, licking and sucking the sensitive folds until I saw stars, until all I could do was clutch the counter and ride wave after wave of pleasure.

“Oh God,” I breathed, his name an exhale on my lips as he continued to pleasure me. “Oh my God.”

“God you taste amazing,” he said between licks and sucks and kisses rained on me. Warmth pooled in my belly as he got me to the point of no return and then backed off again and again, teasing me mercilessly until I was a quivering mess. Then he thrust his fingers into me and I came undone, spasming and jolting until I thought the chair would break under my weight.

I was a puddle of molten goo when he finally straightened, undid his pants, and stroked himself. My head was arched back, eyes shut as he slid into me slowly, inch by inch savoring the full length of his dick until his hips met my inner thighs.

He stayed there for a moment, kissing my neck. I could smell myself on his face and it made me grin.

“I love the way you feel,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my ear. A shiver ghosted across my spine as I clutched at his arms, tensing as he moved in and out, gently rocking his hips against mine.

The stress of the last two hours melted away, replaced instead by Carter’s attention and how good it felt to be connected to him like this—mind, body, and soul. We kissed between frantic thrusts, desperate to reaffirm our bond against whatever life threw at us next.

The chair’s feet squeaked as it walked across the floor from the force of his thrusts. Carter pursued, desperate to be deeperinside me, and I pulled him closer too. Neither of us stopped to consider protection. Neither of us were able to even pause and think that carefully.

And when he flooded me and I felt it draining out around his still-thrusting dick, I wrapped my arms around him and felt more tears welling up. These ones came from a deep place of sorrow for the secret I knew would probably shatter his world. He clung to me, staying in me far longer than was necessary. He grew limp, slid out, but he still held me until I pulled away.

I was ashamed of myself for using sex to stave off the worst of my emotions, and I felt bad for using him like that. Dad’s words haunted me.“Just because you’re having his baby doesn’t mean it’s love.”It was hurtful and untrue, but what sort of person was I for not telling Carter about the baby when he deserved to know.

“Are you hungry?” Carter asked, standing up. He grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped himself clean, then handed it to me while he buckled his pants back up. I shook my head as I wiped myself clean and quickly dressed.

“I should go…Mom…” I had no excuse. The reason I was leaving was shame and nothing else. That and confusion too.

Dad knew Carter better than I did, and he’d said some things that made me feel afraid. What did Carter have to do with Kira, and why did Mom not even seem surprised to hear that? I was too emotional to bring it up to him, and he seemed hurt by the fact that I wanted to go.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to go. You can stay.” He reached for me, but I pulled away.

“I think I should go. I’m sorry, Carter. I just have some things to think about.” I walked forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Now the shame felt suffocating. “I’ll call you, okay?”

He nodded and I left without saying goodbye, feeling overwhelmed and confused by everything that was happening. I didn’t know what to think or feel. Dad was furious, Mom wasn’tto be trusted, and I had no best friend to vent to anymore. What I needed was time and space and a bit of peace to sort all of this out before it consumed me.

24

CARTER

Iwatched her walk out the door yesterday evening feeling helpless and unable to understand why her mood shifted so suddenly. She’d come crashing into the place after what happened with Rick and Melanie, and all I wanted was to comfort her, which was what I thought I was doing until she walked back out, still in a state of emotional distress.

This morning I woke up alone, feeling the weight of heavy emotion pressing me down. Work was stressful during this flu season. And trying to sniff out the obvious corruption in my own company was trying every bit of patience I had. Now fear mingled with all of it, convincing me that Rick was going to tell Sunny the secret I should’ve told her the minute I found anything out. Living a life of anonymity had benefits until things like this happened.

I forced myself out of bed, reading a message that Joseph had the contracts ready. Peters and Wilkinson were set to meet with us in just over an hour to sign them and give up the names of the people within the company responsible for paying doctors to pressure high-risk people into the trials. I should’ve beenrelieved to have this information, but my mind could only focus on one thing at a time.

More immediate than my risk of public shame over a potential scandal with the company was my fear that Sunny would be hurt by all of this. That somehow, she would blame me personally for what happened and never want to speak to me again. It felt selfish to fear her leaving me when in reality she had every right to be furious with me for not telling her about things up front. It just hurt so badly knowing she could walk away the way my ex did and never look back.

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