Page 106 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“I’m upset because he has me wait on you all hand and foot, and that’s the thanks I get.” I screech, waving my hand in the direction leading to where I left them.

“Is that the only reason you’re mad?”

“I’m not mad.” I lie.

“Sure as shit could have fooled me. What did this pot ever do to you?” He asks, walking over to the sink, picking it up, and dangling it in front of me. I begin to snicker. “That’s more like it. If you’re not too upset, how about we do a little something to get even.” He offers, making me think about it for a minute.

“Just to be clear, I’m not mad, but what did you have in mind?” I question him.

“Go put on your tiniest bikini, some oil on your skin, red lipstick on your juicy lips, let your hair down, and play with me.” He says, placing the pot back in the sink before he walks over to me.

Once there, he slips his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer to him. His mouth to my forehead, I have to look up at him as he towers over me. He’s got gorgeous eyes that seem to only be looking at me. His lips tilt up into a flirtatious smile as a blush heats up my cheeks.

“Okay.” I find myself saying even though I was prepared to object.

“Excellent, do you need help getting into it?” He asks, wagging his eyebrows at me.

“Uh, no. I think I can manage.” I say, attempting to ease out of his grasp, but he has other plans.

“I just have to have another taste. It’ll never be enough” He declares before he pulls me flush against his body, tilting my chin up to receive the kiss he is so desperately craving.

Maybe we are both hungry because this kiss is anything but innocent. Teeth are gnashing together, my hands circle around his neck, while he grabs my ass and lifts me up onto the kitchen sink. Goodness he tastes of mint and chocolate. Forbidden candy I would say.

“Oh, my.” I giggle.

“Open your legs for me, Athens.”

“Negative, Karter. Let me down.” I giggle again.

“Do you think this is funny?” I shake my head, no. “Do you think this is a game?” I nod my head, yes. “You haven’t been punished enough I see, but what can I expect from a brat.” He laughs, plucking me on my nose before pecking my lips again. “Come on, I’ll help you pick out something that will drive him insane, and then the real fun will begin.” He says, lifting me off the sink and setting me down on my feet.

Minutes later, I’m stepping out of the kitchen in my cute, tight bikini, with another food tray in tow, while Karter’s hands rest on my hips as we make our way back outside. Once I put the food tray down on the table, I bend over and start cleaning up the mess I made.

“Let me help you with that, babe.” Karter says, bending down to help me clear the mess.

“Thank you, Karter. I really appreciate that.” I gush, laying it on thick, making sure to keep my back to Wyck.

“Anything for you, beautiful.” He laughs, smacking me on the ass.

“Karter!” I screech because that was most certainly not part of the plan, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips.

Cleaning up doesn’t take long as Karter throws the last of the mess in the trash.

“Now you can come take a dip in the pool with me.” He says, pulling off his shirt when I notice a tattoo on the side of his ribcage that I’ve seen on Wyck and Wells. I remember asking about it, but being completely ignored.

“Oh, I don’t know about that, Karter.” I say, looking up at him, ready to mouth off again. But the frown on his face says play along or my ass will take a whipping to it later. “Although, I must say, getting wet does sound good on this hot day, but you will have to tell me all about that tattoo.” I say, reaching out to touch it.

“Glad you see things my way, and maybe one day I’ll tell you. Let me help you into the pool.” He says, reaching his hand out to me. I happily slide mine into his as he guides me over to the far end, away from the others, forgetting about the tattoo.

“You’re really playing the part, aren’t you?”

“Who says I’m playing?” He smirks at me.

“Isn’t that all we are doing here? Trying to make Wyck see the error in his reasoning.”

“If that’s what you want to call it, then sure. But I already told you, it wasn’t enough. I need more from you, Athens.”

“But I can’t. That’s why I called it quits with Wyck. I can’t keep cheating on Bash with him, you, or anyone for that matter. It’s not right.” I wail.

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