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Probably sleeping,I thought to myself. I missed my babies and couldn’t wait to get back to them. They got along perfectly. Mac was so gentle with BJ in all aspects, still following her around like a worried mother hen. They were always sleeping together, with BJ curled on top of Mac. Anywhere one went, the other followed.
I still included Bandit One, as I called her, in some conversations at work. Like now.
“I mean,Ithink it looks okay,” I admitted, moving the screen back. “Maybe I’ll let it set for a while and check it with fresh eyes.”
Unfortunately for me, Carter chose that moment to walk in.
“Nothing!” I squeaked. He sighed.
“Emmy, I love you. But I can’t keep making excuses to myself. I may have to have you locked up,” he teased.
“Locked up in a facility or locked up in the basement?” I shot back with a playful smirk.
“I meant a facility, but that basement theory seems like it should be explored since you keep bringing it up.”
The fire in his eyes had my breath hitching for a moment. I ignored him, looking back at the design on the screen.
“Tell me what you think of this,” I said. Carter’s warmth was behind me moments later, looking over the want ad.
“I like it.” And then he raised the pitch of his voice andmockingly said, “I like it, too.” He looked at me. “See, even the cat agrees.” I elbowed him in the gut.
“Don’t you have cars to go cuss at?” I asked.
“Don’t you have things to order?”
“Already did.”
“Shame,” he said leaning down, his lips grazing my ear. “Would’ve loved to help you like last time.” My eyes fluttered closed at the memory. “We’ll have to do that again. But I imagine you’d have to keep quiet, wouldn’t want the eventual new help hearin’ you come all over the boss’s dick.” He kissed the side of my neck. I shivered under his touch. He was making me ache in all the right ways. I was completely prepared to let him fuck me over the desk again.
Carter pulled away, his eyes meeting mine as he grinned.
“You’re such a tease,” I whined.
“So are you,” he chuckled, “and it ain’t fair, is it?” He pulled away, straightening, and headed towards the door.
Just before he left, he turned to me, his eyes smoldering.
“No touchin’ yourself ‘til we home, got it?” I nodded. “I mean it. Don’t be a little brat and do it, anyway. If I find out you do, I won’t touch you for weeks, understand me?” The look on his face told me he wasn’t kidding.
“Yes, Sir,” I acknowledged. He grinned, turning and leaving. I slumped back into the office chair as he shut the door, catching my breath. A mischievous thought crossed my mind. I quickly pulled off my pants and pulled up the web browser.
57. BEG FOR IT
December 5
Day One-Hundred
The rest of the day seemed to drag, even when I went back out to watch him work. He carried on like we hadn’t had that intense moment in the office. I wondered how he could just switch it off like that when I was still wet with the need for him to fuck me into oblivion, even if I’d already taken care of myself. I tried to write some lyrics, but they were all dirty and sexual.
Finally, I had asked what parts of the shop he wanted to clean up, making a list of everything he said.
I got to work on the storage room, just off the reception area. I organized tools, sorting cleaning supplies and boxes of paper goods. It was a way to distract myself, even if I didn’t get it all done. It worked, because the next thing I knew, he was telling me it was time to go home.
After closing the office and shutting down the garage, we drove the short distance home. Mac greeted us, BJ close behind.
Carter went through the usual routine of taking care of the animals before washing up and starting on dinner. I had been banned from the kitchen until dinner was ready. He said hewanted me to shower and relax. By the time I came back downstairs, he had food on the table.
Then, after dinner, he showered as well. While he was doing that, I went ahead and cleaned up even after he’d said not to.
