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“I said I’ve got it covered.”
“I have responsibilities, Carter. I can’tnotwork. My mom’s counting on me. And now I’m going to have to start all over again. And Graham’s going to do everything he can to ruin my reputation. I’m screwed. We’re both screwed!”
Carter keeps rubbing my shoulders. I rest my face against his massive hand. It feels good, but it’s not enough to calm me down.
“It’s alright,” he says. “Everything’s going to be fine. I promise.”
“You’re not listening to me!” I pull away from him. It’s not his fault that I’m in this mess, but his laid-back, devil-may-care attitude is the opposite of what I need right now. “This is serious, Carter. My mom, she’s really fucking sick. I’ve got bills to pay. Medication to buy.”
“No, Makayla,you’rethe one who isn’t listening.” He looks me in the face. A little flicker of his earlier passion still burning fierce in his eyes. “I said I’ve got you covered.”
“You can’t possibly mean that,” I say. “It’s tens of thousands of dollars.”
“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” He takes my hand. Lifts it to his mouth and kisses the backs of my fingers. “And another thing… you’re fucking beautiful. And smart. And funny. And kind and caring and I know this isn’t the right time to be telling you all this, but I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since we first met. I can’t hold it in any longer.”
I shake my head. Like there’s sawdust stuck in my ears. Am I hearing him right? Did he just say what I think he said?
“What?”
“You heard me,” he smiles. “You’re amazing. You’re too good to be working for that stuck-up asshole.”
“No,” I say. “The other stuff. About how you haven’t stopped thinking about me.”
He kisses my hand again. This time holding my skin against his lips for even longer. Breathing in my scent.
Suddenly, my heart is beating at a million miles an hour.
My tummy starts to shudder. Quiver. Shake and tremble as I feel his hot breath caressing my skin.
“You mean to tell me, you haven’t been thinking the same things?” he says.
My cheeks start to burn. I can feel them getting hotter and hotter like a kid with a magnifying glass is trying to scorch a hole through my face.
“I guess I might have,” I say, trying to act coy.
He nudges closer. Puts his hand behind my neck and rubs little circles on the soft patch of skin just below my hairline.
“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, Makayla. When you think I’m not watching.”
My head starts to tilt to the side of its own accord. My mouth opens slightly.
It’s like I’m under his spell.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I protest weakly.
“Oh, yeah?”
He puts his lips close against my face. I close my eyes. His left-hand runs up the side of my leg.
“I guess I might have looked your way a couple of times,” I moan.
“And what exactly were you thinking?” he whispers, kissing my cheek and then my neck. “When you were looking at me?’’
“Normal things,” I moan. “What kind of diet you are on. Whether you go to the gym. What it would feel like to have your long, hard cock deep inside me.”
His teeth bite my ear. Not enough to hurt me. But more than enough to make me moan out loud.
“And don’t you want to find out?” he says.
