The way he spoke to her that day rang in her ear. She shrunk against herself remembering how she feltâthe humiliation, the tears, the emotion. The trip to San Diego where she couldnât immediately give herself over to Brandon because of the hurt she felt.
She was on autopilot. She was hot and she was bothered and there was no quick fix in sight. Since she and Brandon had parted ways, she had no one on radar to put her out of her misery. Her vibrator was a good source, but somehow with hours left to get through the day, she didnât think it would help. That was way too many hours off.
There was a rising urge coming from between her legs that wouldnât go away no matter how tightly she gripped her thighs together. It was unbearable. It had total control over her thought process, as well as her actions.
When London found herself headed back up the elevators and toward Mercedes, the lie fell from her lips so easily, it surprised even her. âHi again, Mercedes,â she said. She wore a nervous smile. âCan you please ring Carter for me? I forgot an item on the agenda thatâs of the utmost importance.â âOf course.â
Four minutes later, Carter appeared in the area behind reception and signaled towards London to come to his office.Once they were inside, he appeared slightly nervous, and stood near the door running his hand through his short, dark waves. âWhatâ¦did you come back to rip me a new one?â
London didnât immediately respond. Instead, she walked to the bar and poured a double shot of Vodka. She tipped the glass upward, allowing the warmth to flow through to her chest.
âWhoa!â he exclaimed. âYou might wanna slow down, London. I donât stock the cheap stuff.â
Still no response. She boldly sized him up as she poured another shot. Suave and fucking debonair, Carter Hampton. Why do I want you in a way that I know I shouldnât? Carter crossed his arms across his chest as he watched London take down her shot. She replaced her glass on the barâs surface.
âShould I pour me one too and join the party? Will this entire exchange be one-sided? How much of this do youââ âLock the door...â London instructed.
His eyes got wide for a brief second as though he had heard her incorrectly. âLock the doorâ¦â she repeated.
Doing as he was told, Carter turned around slowly to adjust the lock, then turned back in her direction. Once the door was secure, with no chance of surprise interruptions, she asked: âAre you coming?â
Everything from there happened quickly because she feared that she would come to her senses and leave without getting what she came for. Down the corridor, past his office, was something that she hadnât even expectedâa fully furnished bedroom, with big screen television, small stereo system, full bathroom, and king sized bed.
âDonât get shy on me now, Carter. Come here. This is what you wanted, right?â She unzipped the side of her dress and allowed it to fall to the ground of his bedroom floor. âI mean the way you look at me,â she said, removing her matching bra and panty set. âThe way you kissed me not too long agoâ¦â She walked toward him and removed his blazer, tie and all the other blockages. When she pulled down his boxer briefs, she nodded in approval. âYes, even better than I expected,â she said stroking his protruding manhood.
She stepped back from where he stood and moved to the center of his bed ready to receive him, âThis is what you want, right?â It was what he wanted, and without a second thought Carter made his move. Face first, he wasted no time going straight to dessert where he teased, licked, sucked, and devoured every inch of her sweetness. Her cove met his mouth with frenzied thrusts as she lost herself in the thrill of him. It was only once her cries simmered that she realized she was coming down from a highâthe most intense orgasm she had ever had the pleasure of. Around them both, the room became eerily quiet. And although she resided in the realm of euphoria, the reality of what happened hit her like a ton of bricks.
Her body was thankful. Her mind was racing.