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“Treading? People were openly fucking in there.”
Smirking, she climbed off him. “You mean like we were openly fucking out here, Mr. Prim and Proper?”
He stood. “That’s different.” She would’ve sworn she heard a blush in his voice.
“Right.” How had someone so vanilla wandered into a place like Kink? She’d been shocked he’d even wanted to have sex out here. “Silly me.” She snatched her panties out of his pocket— though it would’ve amused her to see him strolling around with that bit of scarlet lace dripping down his thigh— but before she could put them on, he grabbed them again.
“No need for those.”
Her heart fluttered in time with her pussy. “Is that so?”
“It’s so.” He zipped up and dropped the condom in a nearby trashcan. “You’re coming home with me, Mac. And this time, I’m going to make you beg.” He returned to her and razed his teeth over her lower lip. “Okay?”
Saying no would’ve been stupid. She wasn’t stupid. “Okay.”
Carter still hadn’t wrapped his mind around what was happening by the time Alana entered his house. His bedroom. How his desire to finally break free of his mold at the paper had led him to the one woman he couldn’t stop wanting was beyond him.
She looked right in his space. Huge heavily fringed dark eyes took in everything as she skimmed her fingertips over the sleek black and chrome bedroom set then along the footboard of his bed. “Sweet digs. I guess you’re not a serial killer.” He laughed.
“Why? Because I have an attractive home?”
She shrugged and her innocent white top slipped lower off one shoulder. A glimpse of her dark red bra through the cotton made him imagine her breasts naked, bouncing as they surrounded his erection.
God. In a minute he’d need an ice- cold shower.
“You seem normal. Nice.”
He surreptitiously rubbed his stiffening cock. “Why don’t you sound pleased by that?”
She turned back to him and wet her pouty lips. She’d slicked on more gloss in the car and the sight of her glistening mouth made his balls tighten. “I like bad boys. It’s a sickness.”
Before he could make the case for just how bad he could be, she kicked off her heels and padded toward him, digging her plum toenails into the thick black carpet. “But you’ll do in the meantime.”
“Thanks. I think.”
She leaned up to lick his neck as her hands cupped his ass. Her touch was firm, bordering on abrupt. “Hope you’re more prepared here than you were at Kink.” He didn’t answer. His brain had already started heading for that blissful state of mindlessness that had led him to take her behind a sex club for a quick fuck. He was ready to set up camp on that particular island but first, he had to clear some things up.
Namely, who he was.
“Mac,” he groaned when she stroked him through his jeans, the friction pressing the teeth of his zipper into hot flesh. “Wait.”
“No worries, I have some. I’ll just—”
“Stop.” He grabbed her arm. “Look at me.”
“I’m looking.” Patent boredom filled her tone, but her eyes were wary. “So?”
“You know who I am.”
“I don’t kn—”
“You do,” he said gently. Why did she look so terrified all of a sudden? Was screwing him so horrifying? “Kelly was a good friend. You would’ve been had you ever taken the time to get to know me.”
She tensed. “I didn’t come here for a lecture. I came here for some fun.”
“Life’s not all about fun. Some things are serious.” Like how I felt about you. Like how I feel about you right now. Fantasy or reality, maybe she was both. And maybe he didn’t care any longer. “You remember. I see it all over your face.” Alana slipped away from him but she didn’t head for the door as he’d feared.
Instead she threw herself down on his king- sized bed. “Fine. I know who you are. I couldn’t really believe it but there’s no denying it in this light. Look at all your damn red hair. Least you ditched the braces.”
