Page 84 of Family Bonds: Carter & Avery

“It works,” he said. “I did some updates when I moved in. Houses aren’t cheap on the island so it was harder to find something on the lower end and do what I wanted.”

He liked the darker wood cabinets but put in new tile floors and black granite. The walls were white because he was simple that way.

“There is a bathroom right there,” he said, showing her the full bathroom between the kitchen and the room Doc was in.

She popped her head in. “Nice. You did the work here too?” she asked.

“Yes. Not much more than paint and a new vanity. Everything else was in good shape.”

They moved through the rest of the downstairs. Nothing fancy in his eyes, but it worked for him.

“It’s nicer than my rented place though I’m not complaining.”

“Drew and Bode keep their rentals in good shape, but I can see where they don’t put in any high-end finishes or anything.”

“Nope,” she said. “I wouldn’t either. Now show me to your room. Will your dogs stay here or are they going to join us because I might get performance anxiety if there were more eyes on me than yours?”

“I’ll shut them out. Doc will behave as long as she knows I’m in the house.”

They climbed his stairs. His office was to one side, the bathroom right at the top and his room to the other side.

His bathroom, office and closet took up one half, his bedroom the other, the stairs not centered and it drove him nuts, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

He pulled her into his room and shut that door, the dogs would go sit in his office or stay in the living room. He didn’t care where as long as it wasn’t in his room with him.

Avery took her bag off her shoulder and let it drop to the floor, then her hands went for his tie. He wanted to ditch it hours ago and almost pulled it off on the way home, but she kept pretending to straighten it for him and if he took it off, then they wouldn’t have that little slow eye dance going.

He wasn’t sure he was ever that much of a sucker for little moves like that before.

“I’ve been thinking of getting you out of this suit all afternoon,” she said.

“I was hoping that,” he said.

His tie came off and she tossed it on a chair in the corner not that far away, then she made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, parting it open and pushing it off his shoulders.

“Have I told you before what a great chest you’ve got?”

“No,” he said. “Have I told you what a great one you’ve got?”

She laughed, then leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. “No. But I’ve got them showcased for you tonight.”

His dick was already hard, but somehow more blood rushed to it, straining it at the zipper of his pants.

His hands went to the back of her black dress that fit her better than anything should fit another person. Though she looked beautiful, soft and feminine, she didn’t seem as comfortable like that.

Just like him.

Her dress came up to her collarbone but had a few little slits in it that were held together with nude material giving the illusion you could see her skin that was flashing, but everything was covered.

The zipper came down, then he found the belt around her waist and undid that too, pushing the dress off her shoulders. He had to see what she had under it.

“Shit,” he said when she did a little shimmy, the dress falling to her feet, her kicking it away.

She had on black. All black.

And lace.

Panties, a garter belt and a matching bra.

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