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“I don’t know.” I reach into my purse, pull out my phone, and end the call. “Hmmm. That’s weird.”
“That is weird. Anyway, what are you going to do in retaliation to the little games he’s playing?” she asks as we pull out of the parking lot.
“Oh, girl. I have something up my sleeve, and he will never see it coming.”
Fourteen
Carter
It’s a quarter past eight when my key hits the lock and I walk through the door of our penthouse. Practice, workout, and then ending the day with an endorsement meeting has me ready to hit the bed. And on top of all that, I had to field phone calls from my family, who I’ve been avoiding for the past month while River and I fall into the swing of things.
“So, when do I get to meet her?” my sister pesters from the other end of the call.
I can barely hear her over Sofia Karlberg singingCrazy in Lovethroughout the surround sound. When I walk into the living room, my phone almost clatters to the ground. I juggle it and put it back to my ear.
“Hey, umm.” I swallow the knot in my throat. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
“Wait—”
I end the call, open the camera app, and press record. I know I shouldn’t record her, but I can’t help myself. My feet move ontheir own accord, each slow step taking me closer to the woman that has me all twisted up. I’m an addict, and she’s my fucking heroin.
My breaths are short, my heart is pounding, and my cock stands at attention when I round her body. She’s on her knees with her hands in her hair, lifting the golden locks off her neck, rotating her hips, anddamn, the way she moves is so erotic, so enticing, I want to throw her down right here and fuck her.
She lets go of her hair. The long blonde waves tumble down her back, and her hands slap the marble before she whips her hair around her face. There’s something incredibly sexy about a woman in workout clothes, but my wife in a sports bra and yoga pants . . . My. Fucking. God.
The way her hips grind is absolutely hypnotizing. Head thrown back, lips parted, and eyes closed . . . I imagine her like this on top of me, riding my cock. What a beautiful fucking sight she is. Makes me wonder what the fuck I was thinking when I didn’t fuck her the night she practically begged me to. Her breasts skim the floor as she rolls her body. The way she twists before sliding onto her back . . . Goddamn. She brings her legs into the air and parts them wide into the splits before flipping herself over and tossing her hair again. So sensual. So fucking seductive.
River crawls to me; eyes locked on mine. The song slows toward its final beats and her front grazes against me as she lifts to stand. Looking down at my crotch, with one quirked eyebrow, she smirks.
“Like what you see?”
She takes my phone—ending the recording—and tosses the device onto the couch.
Her hands trail up my chest. I have no control over myself. I fucking want her. I grip her hips and press myself into her, bending down to lick the sweat from her neck. And when I do,she whispers in my ear, “Floor work . . . it strengthens your core and also . . . it makes your pussy tight.”
Fuck me.
She steps back and winks. “Okay. I need to shower now. Dinner is on the stove.”
I release her and watch her ass sway as she slips away to head up the glass stairs.
Well fucking played, Kitten.
I make my way to the shower, turning it all the way to cold, but the chill doesn’t calm me down. I can’t push her out of my fucking mind. The way her body moved was so intoxicating . . . so, so, so . . .Fuck!
I adjust the shower to hot, soap up my hand, and let it find its way to my cock. It’s not the same as having her, but until she gives herself over to me entirely, this is what I’ll have to resort to. I’m not giving in. I’m sure the hell not giving up.
One hand slaps against the tiled shower wall as the other pumps up and down my shaft. I close my eyes, and all I see is her . . . on her knees taking me into her mouth. Her pretty brown eyes looking up at me while I fuck her throat . . .Goddammit!
My body tenses. My muscles lock up. Tingles and heat climb up my spine. My grip tightens. Everything around me darkens. I’m suspended. Floating. With each pulse, my body jerks as ropes of cum shoot against the shower wall. Water rains down over me as I hang my head, breathless, dizzy, and nowhere near satisfied. There’s still an ache built up in my chest. A need for more because it wasn’t River making me lose control. She wasn’t here raking her fingers through my hair and dragging her nails down my back. She wasn’t calling out my name as I felt her come apart around me.
Fucking her and letting that be the end of it like she wants would never be enough for me. I don’t only want to manipulate her body; I want to seduce her mind. I want to dominate herthoughts. I want to capture her heart. I want to make her mine in every sense of the fucking word. To claim her. To own her. Just like she owns me.
I finish cleaning up, and when I make it downstairs, River stands at the floor-to-ceiling window in a white sweatshirt and black Nike shorts that barely cover her ass. Peeling back the covers and climbing into my warm bed sounded so much more appealing than going downstairs and facing her after basically painting her name on the shower wall with my cum, but I wasn’t gonna let all her hard work on dinner go to waste. She brings a glass of wine to her lips and tilts it all the way back, draining the contents. Her wet hair is up again in one of those messy bun things on top of her head. She’s so effortlessly beautiful.
As I pass by, I see the pensive look on her face in the reflective glass of the window. I shouldn’t say a word after the stunt she just pulled, but I can’t help it.
“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?”
