After All by Kristen Proby Page 0,35

family, outside of work events.”

“We’re crazy,” Quinn says, but Nora shakes her head.

“No, you’re family. I never had this. I’m an only child, and my parents and I have a different . . . philosophy. So gatherings like this are new to me.”

“And what do you think?” Finn asks, watching her closely. “Are you ready to run yet?”

Nora smiles at him and shakes her head. “Nah. I don’t want to run. And thanks for including me tonight. I had a great time.”

I reach for her hand and kiss her palm. “You’re always welcome here.”

“Especially if I can keep trying on your shoes,” Sienna agrees.

“You’ve created a monster,” Quinn says playfully. “An expensive one at that.”

“You started it,” Nora replies and points at him from across the table. “And you can afford it.”

“I really like you,” London says. “Like, a lot.”

“I like you, too.” Nora laughs. “I feel like you’re my tribe. But not in a creepy, stalker way.”

“You’re absolutely part of our tribe,” Sienna says. “You’re our kind of people.”

Nora blushes, and I want to whisk her away, to make her blush all over her sexy body.

And why shouldn’t I? We’re childless for the next forty-eight hours, and I plan to take advantage of every single one of those hours.

“Let’s go,” I say, standing from my seat.

“What’s your hurry?” Finn asks with a cocky grin.

“An empty house and a sexy woman,” I reply. “You should take advantage of the same.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Finn says.

Nora gathers her things, and after we say our good-byes, I lead her out to the limo.

“My place or yours?” I ask her.

“I don’t care as long as you’re naked in about thirty seconds after we hit the front door.”

My mouth drops as I watch her send me a sassy wink and lower herself into the limo. I mentally calculate where we are in relation to our homes and then look at the driver.

“My place. STAT.”

“On it, sir.”

Chapter Ten

~Nora~

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my freaking life. If I don’t get him naked in about four seconds, I might spontaneously combust.

And that’s not sexy.

I can’t even touch him in the elevator. I glance over at him and grin. Carter’s watching the numbers climb with impatience, rubbing his hands together and bouncing on the balls of his feet like he’s about to run a marathon.

“Impatient?” I ask. He turns those hot blue eyes down to me and I want to climb him like a tree.

Before he can reply, the elevator reaches the penthouse level. We hurry to the front door, and once he’s unlocked the door, we rush inside, and I’m immediately pinned to the closed door, Carter’s mouth on mine, his hands tangled in my hair.

“Too many pins,” he mutters against my lips and begins gently plucking the hairpins from my hair and dropping them onto the floor. “I fucking love your hair.”

“My hair?” I laugh and tug his jacket down his arms, tossing it aside. My fingers can’t open the buttons on his shirt fast enough.

“Your hair.” He presses a kiss to my cheek. “Your eyes.” Kisses my chin. “Your tits.”

Jesus, he’s going to kill me.

Finally, the last pin is pulled free and my hair spills over his hands as I’m trying to tug his tie free.

“You’re wearing way more clothes than me,” I mumble before Carter spins us around and boosts me onto the kitchen counter, where he continues to plunder my mouth, his hands roaming freely over my hyperaware flesh. “Strip.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I watch with humor and awe as he sheds the rest of his clothes, then stands before me, fully aroused, and naked as the day he was born.

“Damn, Carter.”

Muscles for days. The man has muscles for days. When does he find time to work out, that’s what I want to know. Because a man with abs like that? He works out.

“You look at me like that for much longer, and I’ll make a fool of myself.”

Without replying, I hop off the counter and squat in front of him, immediately taking the head of his impressive cock in my mouth. Carter’s hands dive into my hair as the breath hisses between his clenched teeth.

“Fucking hell, Nora.”

I worship him, licking and sucking the length of him. With one hand working him, the other is everywhere, from his balls to his inner thighs, and deep female satisfaction takes root when I feel him break out in goose bumps.

I’m still in my dress and heels, and nothing else. Who knew that not