Page 11 of Enticed By the Mountain Man

I have no idea what happens next.

SEVEN

Carrie

Damn.

So much for thinking of Justin as a Ken doll. He very much proved that there was a sizeable something below his waist that he could use quite skillfully.

As I wash in the shower for the second time, I realize I must have been lying to myself all this time. Of course today didn’t just come out of nowhere. I would like to think it did, but I’m not the kind of person to get carried away by a one-night stand with my boss. With anyone, for that matter.

I think I had suppressed the way I felt about him by pretending it was all professional admiration. But it was obvious the emotional distance I put between us was there to hide the truth.

I’m in love with Justin.

I can’t even pinpoint when it might have started. From the day of my first interview?

Surely not.

But if I think back to that morning, I remember my heart pounding when he looked at me. At the time, I probably tried to label it as interview nerves. Now I wonder if it was something else.

My feelings for Justin have been ridiculously deep for longer than I care to examine.

He says I didn’t seduce him, but I wonder if he was just being nice. Telling me he would have been happy three years ago if he knew the eventuality could also just be his way of protecting me.

Ugh. Why did I come here today? I’ve messed up everything.

I finish washing and put on the new T-shirt that Justin left for me. This one is gray, so even if it were to get wet, it won’t turn see-through.

I tiptoe nervously back into the kitchen, where Justin is sitting at the counter sipping wine. His bare chiseled back is facing me, and my breath catches. How can he have such a perfect body?

He turns and smiles, nodding at my glass of wine. “There’s more if you’d like it.”

“Thanks.” I sit beside him on a barstool and take a sip from the glass.

“Are you hungry yet?”

“A little. Not starving.”

My stomach is swooping all over the place, and being back in Justin’s presence makes me want to be reckless again.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I… I just want to apologize again for being so crazy.”

“It wasn’t crazy. It was one of the single best moments of my life.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“You don’t believe me? Do you need me to balance the score?”

“What does that mean?”

He climbs off the barstool and kneels in front of me.

“What are you…?”

He reaches up and gently spreads my legs apart. I had put my panties back on, but he pushes the fabric aside and leans forward to slowly lick my pussy.

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