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I laugh at his choice of words. “Concord isn’t exactly my company,” I remind him.
“It could be.”
Carlton says this statement so simply that I feel my heart skip a beat.
Does he mean…?
Sensing my flustered confusion, Carlton takes my hand in his. “As I said, I’m going to make sure you have opportunities to excel in your field.” He leans back and shrugs. “So I foresee many projects with Concord Design over the next long while, given how much talent there is at the company.”
I can hardly grasp Carlton’s meaning because I’m so surprised. Here I had been thinking that there was no way that he’d mix business with pleasure and yet…
He’s absolutely implying that he’ll keep giving Concord Design more business so I can have a chance to make something of myself.
For a moment, I feel like that ridiculous ten year old girl again, crushing hard on Carlton with no control over my emotions. It’s incredible that even after all of these years, he’s still my protector and my friend, or even like a knight in shining armor, come to think of it.
But then, I shake my head at my nonsensical thinking. I’m getting carried away. The man is a complicated genius, of course, but guys don’t exactly run around brandishing swords these days. Still, my heart gushes with gratitude, and I gently caress his cheek with the tips of my fingers.
“You don’t have to do me any favors,” I tell him softly.
Carlton captures my fingers with his own as he speaks. “It’s not a favor,” he growls. “I want to see you thrive and succeed, sweetheart.”
I let my hand trail down his face to the back of his neck. Instinctively, I pull that sensuous mouth toward my own, wanting to feel his lips upon mine. He complies, seemingly bemused by my attempts at seduction.
“You need it, don’t you, pretty girl?” he rasps against my lips.
I nod, breathless.
“I do, Carlton. Please.”
At the word “please,” the big man growls and pulls me hard against him. I melt, utterly enthralled by the physicality of his gesture. He’s huge and enormous, and I can already feel that massive tool pressing against my belly. But with his hands entangled in my hair, Carlton pulls me abruptly to my feet. Once standing, he slips one of his arms down and around my back, jerking me closer to him so that our bodies are pressed tightly against one another. I gasp again.
“Oh yes,” I moan deliriously. “Mmmm.”
He chuckles while skimming his tongue down my neck.
“Did you bring that extra pair of panties we talked about?” he asks, his hands already going up to skim beneath my skirt.
“I did,” I murmur.
“Good.” Then, with a violent tug, he tears my panties right off, pulling his hand out to show me that damp ball of lace. I can hardly believe it, and just stare at his closed fist.
“Carlton, you just bought me those!” I stammer. “Those are the ones that are crotch-less!”
But the alpha male merely smirks as those blue eyes flare. “No worries because I can buy you another pair. But right now I want you to open your mouth, sweet girl.”
I merely look at him for a moment, stunned. He can’t be serious! But he is, and of their own accord, my lips part. With firm fingers, he crams the lace into my mouth, and I let out a muffled gasp of surprise.
“Mwmwmw!”
He just grins.
“That’s what I like to hear, honey. Your voice is always sweet, especially when you’re gagged.”
Oh my God, this is so wrong! I’m bare already, my pussy dripping wetly, and I’ve got my own panties stuffed in my mouth. This is rancid in a million ways, but hey, I worked as an escort one summer, so I know how to hold my own when it comes to demanding men. Like a vixen, I rub my curves against Carlton, purring like a cat.
“Fuck,” he gasps as my palms skim his chest, rock hard abs, and then down to that throbbing cock. I give it a good squeeze, making him groan with pleasure. Then, without a word, Carlton breaks our embrace and grabs my hand. He leads me to the side of the yacht and presses my back against the railing. I stare at him, surprised by the semi-public setting but too turned on to care. Clearly he has a plan, and I’m not going to get in his way.
In one sudden motion, Carlton hikes my dress up so that it’s above my waist, exposing my lower half to the empty lake behind me. The wind is chilly, but I’m burning inside. Immediately, the man slips a finger deep into my tight womanhood making me squeal with surprise.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, watching as his finger reappears, glistening with my fluids. “Shit.”
Then, he slips a second finger inside of me, and I jolt, the tightness almost too much to bear. But the man knows what he’s doing as he cups and strokes me in that most sensitive area.
