Page 55 of Debts and Desires
“How about an added hour?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Nah. That’s a different currency in a different agreement. This one’s somethin’ else. And I definitely want somethin’ other than anhour.”
“I can’t keep up with all these currencies… So whatdoyou want?” I asked, standing. I don’t know why I stood. Or maybe I did. But I knew it was a mistake the moment he closed the gap between us. Our positions were switched and my ass hit the desk. He was so close now, smelling so good. Like citrus and oil. Why did he have to smell so damn good?
“I wanna hear you sing, Buttercup.”
“N-now?” My eyes widened, my cheeks blushing. “It isn’t ready yet. I still need to check the chords and finish the lyrics.”
“Not that kind of singin’, Emogen. I’m talkin’ ‘bout the kind of singin’ that happens when I hold your neck and strum this sweet little pussy of yours just right.” I gasped when one hand found my throat and the other pushed into my shorts. He chuckled when he found me already soaked, saying as much as he started to work me. His filthy mouth stayed by my ear as he whispered one dirty sentence after another. I had to hold on to his arm for dear life as he finger fucked me until I was seeing double from an intense orgasm.
“Carter!” I blissfully moaned. I had no idea how each time was just as good as the last, if not better. I knew I’d never tire of him. Earlier, when I told him my staying didn’t have to be temporary, I meant it.
Looking me dead in the eyes, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. Carter knew exactly what he did to me. He had to. And that stupid smirk on his face confirmed it. Two could play that game. I was going to go shut the door, but decided I needed to throw him off first. With a smile, I dropped to my knees.
“What’re you doin’, Em?” he asked, his voice thick.
“I want to choke on your dick, Carter,” I announced. He sucked in a sharp breath. “That okay with you?”
“More than okay, Buttercup. But I’d rather be eatin’ that pussy of yours instead.”
The shop door chimed.
“Carter? Are you here?” A small voice called from the reception area. He helped me up before he stepped back. Carter unzipped the top half of his jumpsuit, tying the arms around his waist, probably to help conceal the very large bulge he was now sporting. This was more than likely going to be a common occurrence. I was going to tease him about it, but a little old woman walked into the office. I regretted not shutting the door when I was going to. “There you are. I—Oh, heavens, I’m sorry to interrupt.”
“No interruption, Miss Etta,” Carter said with a nod.
“Is this your girlfriend?” she asked point blank. It stunned Carter, like he had no idea how to answer.
“Oh, uh, no,” I answered quickly. “I’m Emmy, Mr. Black’s secretary. Just helping him get organized in here.” Carter gave me a raised brow before turning his attention back to the little old woman.
“A secretary?!” she beamed. “Oh, that’s wonderful! ‘Bout time he got some help ‘round here. I know how much of a mess this boy can be. You should’ve seen him when he was younger. Why, this one time, he and that Ward boy were runnin’ down these streets, naked as the day they were born. They?—”
“What can I help you with, Miss Etta?” Carter cut in. Miss Etta smiled. I had to look away so I wouldn’t laugh. I wasdefinitelygoing to ask him to tell me that story. AndWard? Did she mean Tyler? Carter had a lot to explain now.
“Yes. I brought some more of my payment over.”
“Miss Etta, I told you. You didn’t?—”
“Hush! I absolutely do. Especially since you’re lettin’ me take it home before it’s all paid. You did so much for my Walter, God rest his soul. And you do too much for me.”
“I don’t do enough for ya,” he said, another blush creeping over him. He was adorable right then and it made my heart flutter.
Stop, Emmy.
They got to talking, walking out of the office so he could go over some things regarding her car. Apparently, she had walked here, which Carter threw a fit about. She waved him off, telling him she was fine and that it did her some good. But he made her promise to call him anytime she needed a ride.
Once they were in the garage, I couldn’t hear anything else. That didn’t stop me from watching him on the screen, though. The camera in the reception area was the only one that had sound, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. The only reason it had sound was so Carter knew when someone walked in if he was napping in the office, which he apparently used to do from time to time. Before it got busy.
Carter tossed his head back and laughed at something Miss Etta had said. But then she pointed a finger at his chest and pointed back toward the doors. He straightened up, nodding, rubbing the back of his neck.
Not long after, the little old lady was driving away, a smile on her face. It took Carter a while before he came back. He cleaned up the area Miss Etta’s car had just been in before heading to the office.
“Well. It was nice while it’s lasted,” he said, walking back in, his cheeks red. He wiped his hands on a terry cloth before swinging it over his shoulder.
“What?”
“Miss Etta knows everythin’ in this town and makes sure everyone else does, too,” he said dryly, his eyes meeting mine. “Won’t be long now.”
