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Carter Black was the most infuriating man on the planet.
20. CREEPER
September 23
Day Twenty-Seven
177 Hours to Go
Things were back to normal, schedule wise, with shark week ending three days ago. Carter had graciously taken a few extra hours off, not giving a reason why. I think it had something to do with me crying while writing some lines to a new sad song. Things went up from there. He was being nicer, friendlier, even talking more than normal. At least until we got here.
Today, I was “helping” him at the shop. Earlier, I did a good bit, but I still had tons of paperwork to get done. When we left to go home for lunch, he was silent, brooding. Even Mac seemed to steer clear of him. We ate in the quiet and headed back where I had no motivation to do anything after his sour mood.
I had brought my notebook and was working on that same new song when he walked in.
Carter shut the door behind him and dragged his eyes over me. He looked pissed. And from watching him on the screen on and off throughout the day, I knew he was. Whoever’s car he’dbeen working on, he had kicked. More than once. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could tell he was cussing at it at one point.
“What’s up?” I asked. His jaw clenched as he took a step toward me. A moment later, he was behind me, clicking something on the camera screen monitor. I wanted to ask why we were looking at the reception area, but didn’t get the chance.
I didn’t register what was going on until Carter carried me to the couch, all but throwing me on it. With a swift tug, he had my pants and underwear off. He kneeled, spreading my thighs before draping my legs over his shoulders. And then his mouth met my pussy. I threw my head back, a loud, long moan tearing from my throat. The broad side of his tongue swiped from bottom to top a few times before his lips sealed around my clit and I bucked off the couch. One hand held my right hip down while the other held my left thigh, keeping me utterly at his mercy.
It was like he was reading me, knowing exactly what I wanted. I came on his mouth and he didn’t stop. He kept going until I was crying out in over-sensitivity, falling over that edge a second time. I saw stars by the time he pulled back, moving my legs from his shoulder. My breathing was fast and hard as he looked at me and I swore I saw fire in his eyes. He unzipped his jumpsuit, pushing it down to his hips.
Carter repositioned himself, undid his belt and then zipper. He grabbed his cock and lined up with my entrance before pushing in slowly. I gasped as he filled me up, a deep-seated rumble crescendoing from his throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. He began to move, slowly at first, before picking up speed and power until I was keening and he was grunting.
“You like that, Buttercup?” he asked. “You like me fuckin’ you like this?”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, breathless.
“Damn it, Emogen, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned in my ear, nibbling at the lobe. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, Carter, please!” I was so close and I could tell he was, too. His pace picked up.
“Give it to me, Buttercup, that’s it.” I was almost right over the edge when I heard a chime and then a softdingfrom the bell on the front desk. “Shit,” he growled, pulling out of me. I missed him immediately, both annoyed and embarrassed at the interruption. He tucked himself in and was fastening his jeans.
If you heard them, they probably heard you.
“Fuck!” I hissed, standing and searching for my pants. “I’m sorry, Carter.” I said. He stopped buckling his belt and looked at me.
“For what?”
“I was too loud. You didn’t want anyone to know I was here.” He smiled and finished dressing, tying the arms of his jumpsuit at his hips. One of the arms fell just over his tented pants, covering the very big problem he was having.
“They can’t hear us back here, baby. Not with the door shut.”
“But we heard the bells!”
“‘Cause of the camera.”
“What?”
“Nothin’. I’ll explain later.” Carter walked out of the office and shut the door, leaving me standing there half naked and wholly confused. Especially because I could still hear him talking. “Sorry about that,” he started. “I was on a phone call.”
“No worries, Carter,” a man chuckled.
My face burst into flames. Whoever was out there had to have heard us, right? I listened more to Carter’s ever-professional voice speaking before I realized it was coming from the computer. I sighed with relief.
I finished getting dressed and headed back to his desk, watching him behind the counter as he talked to the gentleman.
