Page 75 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

“Lazy had nothing to do with it, Sloan. You didn’t unpack because deep down you knew you weren’t home.” Carter’s hand cups my face, bringing it to his, and when our lips finally touch, it’s like my soul recognizes his. Like I’m right where I belong.

Epilogue

Isurvey my work, wiping my brow before the bead of sweat can trickle into my eye.

It’s not that I hated the white walls of this apartment, but all that white coupled with the lack of anything personal made things feel a little sterile. We now have a deep hunter green accent wall that not only warms the place up, but pulls in some of the green landscape, making it seem like the apartment is in the middle of the outdoors.

“You are a disaster.” Carter steps to me and takes a rag to my forehead. “I think you’re wearing more paint than the walls.”

“If you aren’t wearing any paint, you’re doing it wrong.” I borrow the line I’ve heard Ally repeating for years. We may be polar opposites, but making a mess when we work seems to run in the family.

“I’m not objecting, the dirtier you get the more fun I have cleaning you up.” Carter hauls me over his shoulder and carries me to the bathroom, setting me down in the shower. “Strip,” he commands.

I take off my paint splattered clothes and hand them over so Carter can put them in the hamper. Then I turn on the water and step beneath the spray, letting the warm liquid rinse off the speckles of paint dotting my skin.

“Turn around.” Carter’s husky voice rumbles in my ear as he joins me. I spin to face him, clenching my legs together as I watch him lather shower gel in his hands.

Starting at my shoulders he rubs the bubbles over my skin, scrubbing his hand over the stubborn paint marks. Then he moves to my pecs, his large fingers massaging the small but firm muscles.

“I don’t think I got any paint there,” I breathe.

“Maybe not, but I like to be thorough.” He pinches my nipples and gives them a firm tug, drawing a needy moan from my throat.

“Carter,” I exhale, tipping my head back into the spray. The movement sends water cascading over my body, and I hear him growl as the tip of his firm dick brushes over my belly.

“Am I clean?”

“Not yet.” He lathers up again, dropping to his knees so he can focus on my legs. He massages as he goes, squeezing my muscles to work out the knots before gently tracing his fingers over my slick skin. It’s relaxing and arousing considering my cock is level with his mouth, and I tilt my hips forward, hoping he’ll take the hint and touch me where I need it.

“Is this dirty, too?” He runs his tongue over my slit.

No fewer than a half-dozen sexy retorts run through my mind, but the only thing I can say is, “Uh huh.”

A devious smile tugs at Carter’s lip as he watches, fascinated, as water runs down my body. The longer he stares, the more hooded his eyes become, which is so hot I almost think I could come from that alone. Then he sucks my swollen crown into his mouth, and my eyes flutter as my knees start to buckle.

“Oh, God,” I cry, lifting my hips to meet his tongue.

He laps at me while kneading his fingers into my thighs, along the underside of my ass. It’s erotic, and carnal, and not nearly enough.

“More,” I gasp, threading my fingers in his hair and giving him a firm tug.

Carter stands and shakes his head back and forth, scattering drops of water in all directions.Who knew shaking water out of hair could be so hot?Then he spins me to face the wall and turns on the jets.

I moan before the water even hits me, the memory of the last time we did this enough to send my anticipation through the roof.

“I see you like this as much as I remember.” I hear the smile in his voice even though I can’t see it.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Good. Let’s get you lined up.” He reaches around me from behind and holds my dick out of the way. “Move the jet to the right spot.”

I push and pull on the nozzle coming out of the wall as Carter kisses the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, crying out when the stream of water grazes my sac.

“Right there. Hold still.” His hand leaves my cock long enough to line himself up with my entrance, then drifts back to open me wide as his soap slicked length presses inside.

The combination of water pulsing over my sac as he slips inside pushes me instantly to the edge, forcing me to grit my teeth and hold my breath in an effort to keep from falling over the edge.

Carter’s strong fingers close around my shaft and start to pump, shooting another jolt of ecstasy up my spine. “Don’t hold back, Sloan.”

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