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"Oh Carter," she moaned.

And at that moment, she began to quiver beneath me again. I could clearly feel the contractions of her vagina around my cock. Isabella's moans echoed off the bedroom walls. Her second orgasm seemed even more powerful than the first.

With the next thrust, I also found my release in her.

Chapter 22 ~ Isabella ~

"IneedtocallFrancis urgently," Carter said. He was standing in front of the closet again, slipping into his old high school sports clothes. They still fit him perfectly, and as Carter pulled the T-shirt over his head, I admired his six-pack. Even after the passionate moment we had just shared, this athletic body made me dream again. Part of me wished that Carter would forgo the phone call and stay with me. That he would cuddle up next to me on the bed, that we would exchange tenderness and laugh together...

"Too bad," Carter added, turning to me. "Otherwise we could have stayed here for a while longer." He looked at me meaningfully, smiled, and formed his lips into a kiss. My heart stumbled and I felt warm - even warmer than I already was.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

Isabella! Damn it! Is that really all you can think of to say?

"I like your room," I said now.

"Yeah?" Carter grinned.

"Yeah. It has something... well, something of you in it." Again, I cursed my clumsy choice of words. I had wanted to say that it was nice to get a glimpse into Carter's youth. To see a part of him that I hadn't known before. But Carter seemed to understand what I meant.

"Glad to hear it," he grinned now, came over and leaned over me. I was still lying naked on the bed. Carter kissed me on the mouth and I willingly opened my lips. Oh, how he tasted of more. Our tongues found each other. But just before the kiss became truly passionate, Carter pulled away from me and said regretfully, "I really do need to make this call. I'll see you downstairs later." He planted a few gentle kisses on the tip of my nose and eyelids, turned around and left the room.

I remained lying on the bed, smiling blissfully, and enjoyed the surroundings for a while longer. Today was a special day. Sure, I would be getting $50,000 from Carter for playing his fiancée here. But... it didn't feel like a game to me at all. It felt damn real. This was a real house, where a real family lived, with real conflicts, especially between Carter and his brother Cameron.

I furrowed my brow.

What could have once driven the two apart?

Had they had to compete for their mother's or grandmother's love? But neither Catherine nor Ruth seemed like that, and Carter's father didn't appear to openly favor either of his sons. I made a mental note to ask Carter about the cause of the dispute. My gut feeling was that the reason for the brothers' hostility was to be found in the private sphere, and the business competition was just another field where they could measure themselves against each other.

Maybe I would find out more at the party today.

I could chat a bit more with Grandma Ruth. She surely knew everything there was to know about the family.

I liked the idea. I quickly got up and went to the closet. There were still an old pair of running pants and a matching T-shirt of Carter's hanging there. I felt the clothes. The thought of wearing something on my skin that belonged to Carter and that he had once worn excited me.

It was so... intimate.

In addition to the great passion and attraction that had existed between us from the beginning, something else had developed in the last few days.

Intimacy?

I stared at Carter's clothes.

Intimacy.

The thought brought a contented smile to my face. Then I felt my purple dress. Except for a spot on the sleeve, it was already dry again. Of course. After all, I hadn't jumped into the pool like Carter, but had only hugged my "fiancé". So my dress hadn't gotten particularly wet.

As much as I would have liked to wear Carter's sports clothes on my skin, I didn't want to stand out uncomfortably at the wedding party or even incur the displeasure of Carter's sharp-tongued grandmother or his mother. So with slight regret, I slipped back into my dress and straightened it out. I critically examined my appearance in the mirror.

I looked like I always did. If anyone asked where I had been all this time, I would simply claim that it had taken a while for the dress to dry again. Satisfied, I nodded to my reflection and went through the house and back out into the garden.

There, people seemed to have forgotten about the incident with Johnnie. The guests were scattered across the lawn in groups of varying sizes, engaged in animated conversation. Probably only a few had even noticed what had happened by the pool earlier. I looked around searchingly. I couldn't spot Johnnie and his mother anywhere.

I skeptically looked at the sky now. The clouds that had already gathered earlier had thickened and were now slowly starting to pile up and darken. Would the weather hold long enough to celebrate the evening in the garden too? Had Cameron and Hanny even thought about what would happen in case of bad weather? The house was huge, but on my way down I hadn't seen any indication that they had prepared to move the celebration into the house if necessary.

I shrugged my shoulders.

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