Dropping The Ball - A New Year’s Billionaire Romance - Weston Parker Page 0,70

the wall and holding me up with his hips and the free hand on the back of my thigh. It was possibly dangerous in this position, but I knew he wouldn’t let me fall.

All it took to push me over the edge was a few strokes of his talented fingers, and my orgasm crashed into me like a wave that made my toes curl and fireworks explode behind my eyelids. Carter let out a string of curses, and then I felt his stomach contract before he found his own release deep inside me.

It felt completely different to have nothing between us, the sudden warmth and knowing what had caused it triggering a smaller, aftershock of a climax before my body sagged against his. Our hearts pounded together, but when he looked into my eyes, almost none of the heat had been extinguished. “I’m very much not done with you yet. Did we manage to fulfill one of those fantasies of yours?”

I nodded, glancing at the tiled seat as memories of my latest thoughts about him in here flashed in my mind. He followed my gaze before bringing his eyes back to mine and popping an eyebrow at me.

“Really? When?”

“The first night you moved in.” I wasn’t embarrassed by the admission. Running my fingers through his wet hair, I even managed a weak smirk. “I thought I was crazy for wanting you so badly.”

“You weren’t the only one dangling on that edge. Trust me.” He took my mouth for another kiss before slowly releasing his hold on me. “Think you can stand?”

I tested my legs, which were shaky but seemed okay. “Yep.”

“Then show me what you did.”

“Only if you show me too.”

A devilish grin spread across his face. “Fine, but it might not be very impressive for a while after that.”

“We’ll see,” I said confidently. Moving to the bench, I lowered myself down and reveled in the way his eyes drank me in.

We were so lost in each other, staring as my hands teased up and down the insides of my thighs and his stroked along his length, that it didn’t take either of us long to get all worked up again. A moan tore from my chest when I brushed a finger across my clit, and he suddenly let go of himself to close the short distance between us.

Dropping to his knees in front of me, he spread my legs even farther apart to make space for his shoulders. “Your pleasure belongs to me tonight.”

“Where’d you get that from, a porno?” I asked, but I couldn’t deny that the words had gotten to me.

He laughed, his breath warm against my wet thighs before he looked up at me. “Nah, I just said what was going through my head but I don’t blame you for thinking that. You complaining?”

“Never.” My hands twisted into his hair, my head dropping back against the tiles when he gave me the first long lick from bottom to top.

I didn’t hold back, panting his name while he made another of my fantasies come true. After another mind-blowing orgasm, he was so hard and ready again that he didn’t even stop for us to dry off before carrying me to my bed.

Once there, I pushed him back by his shoulders and enjoyed every sound he made when I finally got my mouth and hands on him. He let me take my time, touching and exploring him in ways I never would’ve dreamed I’d actually be able to do. When he was ready to tap out, he caught my wrists and tugged me over him.

He was inside me again in no time, making love to me until I forgot even my own name. When I finally pulled the still damp comforter over us, Carter fell asleep in my arms before I even lifted my head again. It’d been a stressful, exhausting week for me, but obviously, it’d caught up to him this evening as well.

All week, I’d been wanting to talk to him. I just hadn’t known what to say. I knew he wanted me to forgive him, but it wasn’t quite that easy. It also really wasn’t only about the lie.

I still needed to talk to my doctors and to come to grips with the fact that there was now someone in my life who might just like to stay there long term. That changed things for me.

Not that I’d been planning on giving up on having a life or even a family eventually, but I now