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“As I recall, neither one of us did,” he said.
“Not my fault.”
“Ain’t my fault neither.”
“Actually, it is. You started it and didn’t finish it.”
“You want me to finish it, Buttercup?” Carter pushed off the counter and headed my way. I had nowhere to go, trapped between him and the refrigerator. I looked up at him, practically melting from the way he was looking at me. His hands made their way down my arms, to my wrists, and?—
He grabbed the pencil, putting another tally on. “There, brat. One hour for not making you come for, what was it? Athirdtime?” He pulled away, dropping the pencil back into its homejust as the timer for the chicken went off. I shook my head and helped set the table.
At dinner, I asked him what was wrong with the car he’d been working on. With a long sigh, he explained, the emotion seeping from him. I felt bad. Not because I understood, but because I could see how passionate he was about his job. He wanted to help all his customers without charging them an arm and a leg. But sometimes the work needed was a lot.
“But I don’t wanna think about that. I don’t wanna think at all. Just watch some mind numbin’ TV, jack off, and go to bed.”
“Why jack off when you have me?” I laughed.
“‘Cause you’ve been workin’ hard and need a break. I was a dick to you last week and I really shouldn’t’ve been. So, I’m gonna take a few more hours off.”
And because of that niceness, I came up with plans of my own for the night.
As we cleaned up, we decided to watch an action movie. I only smiled, knowing we’d never get to it. Once finished, I told him to go get the movie ready, explaining that I needed to change into more comfy clothes, which wasn’t entirely a lie. I just failed to mention that those “comfy clothes” were non-existent.
I was barely off the last step when he stood and grabbed me.
21. REDUCE, FREE-USE, RECYCLE
September 23
Day Twenty-Seven
172 Hours to Go
The moment Emmy came into view, I was deliriously hard. Especially after being interrupted while balls deep in her earlier. Her face turned bright red when she thought we’d been caught. She was adorable when she was embarrassed. But I felt bad,guiltyabout it. I had tried to be nice by telling her we didn’t need to have the free-use weekend.
I had never been so fucking happy than I was right then, seeing thatshewanted to. And by the look in her eyes, I didn’t think it had anything to do with gaining back hours.
I was up and out of my seat before she set foot on the basement floor. That smug little expression she had on her face as I walked to her drove me caveman wild. I wanted to push her against the wall and fuck the daylights out of her where she stood. But there were some things needed to be discussed and done first. Last time we did free-use, I didn’t push much. It was like a warmup for her, a trial, so she knew what was expected. This time around, I wanted to do it right. Plus, I needed to establish some rules and punishments, starting with what happenedat the shop. I was dying to smack that perfectly round ass of hers again.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I sat us on the couch, her on my lap. My mind was racing with visions of her in every fucking position. Including having her dangling from the meat hook in the other room. With a smirk, I said, “I wanna do all sorts of horrible shit to you.” That earned me a giggle.
“Are you a secretly depraved maniac, Carter?” she asked, tugging on the hem of my shirt. I smiled, glad she understood the joke I was making. I helped her pull my shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Her warm hands landed just below my shoulders as I held her hips.
“For you, yes.” Another giggle fell from her lips, sending a shot of need straight to my dick. The sounds this woman made…fuck.Her voice, her laugh, her breathing, the little sounds of frustration when I teased her… I lived for each one.
Something snapped between us at the shop earlier and I wondered if she felt it, too. Was it too soon? Didn’t matter if it was. I was long gone when it came to Emmy, despite trying my damndest not to be. She was a sweet innocent thing destined for heaven and I was a sinner, damned for hell. How did I get so lucky to have found her that night?
“Do your worst,” she teased. I pulled back some to look up at her through my hooded eyes. She bit her lip. I knew what she was doing.Sheknew what she was doing. But I don’t think she completely understood what she was asking for, though. And I said as much, looking over her body as I did.
“I do, though, Carter,” she said after. “That’s why I’m down here, naked. I want a free-use weekend like we talked about. And not because of the hours,” she admitted, blushing once more. Ihadbeen right, cheering silently in my thoughts. I dragged my hands up her body, grabbing her tits before moving back to her hips. I needed to either get her to a point where the hours no longer mattered or add so many that it was impossible for her to leave. That had me thinking again. I needed to tell her?—
Emmy rolled her hips, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Pick a word,” I growled. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“What?”
“A safe word. Pick one.” She looked confused. “I was serious, Emogen. I wanna do some fucked up shit to you. Not in a bad sense, per se. I think you’d enjoy it, but I wanna be smart about it. Hence, a word.” When she didn’t answer, I continued. “You need to get this, Emogen. If you say no or stop, I won’t. I won’t stop unless you use our word, you understand?”
