Page 80 of A Ticking Time Boss

Carter lays me down on the bed and stretches out above me. He’s breathing hard, an arm on either side of my head, and the color of his eyes looks near-black in the dark room. “Can I fuck you?”

I’m nodding, my hands finding the silky strands of his hair again. He’s a heavy weight between my thighs. “Yes, yes, God yes.”

He reaches down, stops, and curses. “Condom,” he says and reaches for the bedside table. I close my eyes and breathe in and out, arousal like adrenaline through my veins.

Carter rolls it on, still kneeling between my legs. No fumbling and no hesitation. We both watch as he grips himself and pushes inside, inch by inch. I gasp when he’s halfway in. There’s a faint burning right at the entrance. He’s thicker than I’m used to.

His hand comes to rest on my hip. “Relax, Audrey,” he murmurs. “You okay?”

I take a deep breath. “Yes. Keep going.”

Carter eases inside with his hand still on my hip. His hoarse voice showers me with murmured compliments, words of encouragement, the sexiest kind of dirty talk. “You feel so good, that’s it… Jesus fuck, Audrey, you’re sweet. So beautiful too, the way you’re spread around me…”

My body accommodates, and then he’s fully in, a weight in my stomach. It’s deep and it feels earth-shattering, earth-changing, and I’d forgotten how intimate this is.

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

I lock my legs around him. Forcing him even closer, until his chest hair tickles my nipples and his mouth brushes across mine. “Told you it had been a while,” I say.

He seems at a loss for words, and when he starts to move, the low groans in my ear sound like music. Just like they had on the other end of the phone. I run my hands over his back, fingers tracing smooth skin and rippling muscles.

His hips roll into me in a steady motion, deep and slow, and my entire body becomes languid with it. Carter bends to his elbows, mouth at my ear. He’s covering me completely and I never want him to stop doing it. “Stay the night,” he murmurs.

“As if I’d leave after this.”

He chuckles. The sound stops abruptly as I flex my muscles around him, experimenting.

“I’m trying to perform here,” he tells me. “Not come before I’ve hardly begun.”

I run my hand down to his hip, fingers curving over his strong muscles. They flex with each thrust. “I thought I was staying the night?”

He makes a low groan and speeds up. There’s no more talking after that, only our bodies moving, and I’m so attuned to his pleasure and the rapid beating of his heart that I’m right there with him when he falters. His body becomes taut, a bow strung tight, and I lock my arms and legs around him.

After a few deep breaths, he rises on to his arms as if to move away. I pull him down again.

He chuckles weakly. “That’s the way it is, huh?”

“Yes.” I close my eyes against his shoulder. He’s warm, and big, and the weight is comfortable. “You know, I’ve been reading about those weighted blankets people use to sleep better? I think I understand the hype now.”

Carter breaks my hold and lifts himself up, golden eyes meeting mine. He grins. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“The thought just hit me.”

He kisses me for a long while, and when he leaves, I don’t stop him. He walks into the ensuite with the condom and I turn over on my side, watching him.

“Your mind is a mysterious thing,” he says.

“That’s why you like me, isn’t it? Because I’m mysterious.”

“Tall, dark and handsome,” he says with a wink and settles back on the bed. “Come here, kid. Let me weigh you down a bit more.”

SEVENTEEN

My first thought when I wake up is that I’ve overslept. I’m late for work, and I’m going to have to run for the subway. The second is a prayer that Jonah isn’t hogging the shower.

But then I register the softness of the sheets, and my sprawl on a much-too-big bed. The room I’m in is beautiful and only faintly familiar. Dark gray colors with a large wooden dresser in a corner. An art piece hangs above it that vaguely resembles steel bars.

I’m in Carter’s bedroom.

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