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Carter didn’t think, he just acted, getting up to pull her seat back.
“And you said you were no gentleman,” she teased him, shooting him a smile.
He couldn’t help himself; he just had to bend down and press his lips on her cheek.A simple hello, acceptable in any social setting… but it felt different with her.
Intimate.Meaningful.
“I was so delighted when Carter said you were joining us, sweetheart,” his mother intervened, thankfully breaking the spell.
He went back to his seat, and relaxed as the two women chatted away.
This felt good.
This felt right.
When she’d drunk-dialed him the previous night to tell him that he was silly not to want her unused pussy because it was likely to be tighter, it had taken everything out of him not to get dressed, call the chauffeur, and get to her.At the back of his mind, a voice was telling him that no, fucking the shit out of a drunk woman was not acceptable.Annoying voice.
The second phone call, when she’d told him she was going to dream of him as she touched herself, had been his undoing.He’d known then.Heneededto see her today – he wasn’t going to last until Monday.
He wasn’t sure when his arm had casually stretched around the back of her chair, but there it was when the waiter came to ask for their order.
She didn’t seem to mind; it didn’t even look like she’d noticed.It was so natural, so easy…
So dangerous.
He had a problem; the first step to recovery was to admit it, right?Well, by the following Thursday he took that step, fully acknowledging that he was fucking addicted to Cassie.
He texted her all day long.All day.Not constantly – they both had jobs to do and all – but every half an hour or so, he just had to send a line, and she always replied promptly.Damn, what kind of an executive was he?He should fire his ass, and hers too.
Then they’d have more time to hang out.
After their discussion from the very first Friday night, when she’d dumped her bombshell about her V-card, Carter had decided that the obvious course of action was to make some distance from her.Consequently, he asked her to come up to his office for lunch.Every.Damn.Day.
He started off with the best intentions every morning, and then, poof, boom.They all collapsed, obliterated by the overwhelming need to see her and chat.
That was the worst part of the issue.They were just chatting.He would have understood his own condition if he was getting blowjobs on demand, but they discussed her books, X-Men, the usual Marvel vs DC, and other things geeks generally talked about.
Turned out, they liked the same stuff, with just enough difference to make things interesting.
“Shut it.The X-Men woulddefinitelywin against the Avengers.They have Phoenix.She can destroy wholeworlds.”
“Duh – Hulk?Or better yet, Thor?You know, thegodof Thunder?”
Each time they bickered, her cheeks went red, passionate little thing that she was, and all he wanted was to kiss her silly until she forgot how to speak.
Somehow, he didn’t.
Three weeks later, after the late-night drunken call and the lunch with his mother, he couldn’t help it.He changed the game, making it infinitely more dangerous.
“I have the new X-Men.”
Her mouth popped open.
“I thought it wasn’t out for three weeks?”
Carter just shrugged.
“Well, I know someone who knows someone…”
