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“You stuck up for me, though.” She lifts her chin and gazes up at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wasn’t going to let him treat you like that,” I say, suddenly feeling heated again. “You didn’t get all dressed up tonight just to have that good-for-nothing ex of yours harass you.”
She gives me a single nod. “That’s right. I didn’t.”
“You came here to have a good time, so I’m going to make sure to see that through.”
She tilts her head to the side. “You will?”
As I study Mia’s face, I can’t help but notice her entire demeanor has changed around me. Her shoulders are relaxed, and her smile hasn’t left her face since Michael left.
“Whatever you want,” I say, my voice low. “Just say the word, and I’ll give it to you.”
A pair of seductive eyes sweep up at me. “What if I…want you?”
My lips part, and I can feel my heartbeat loudly in my ears. That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard come from a woman’s lips, and I’ve heard some good stuff.
“Are you sure?” I ask. I hope to God she’s being serious. If she isn’t, I just might lose it.
She nods. I can already feel myself getting hard at the prospect of fucking Mia. I’ve been longing for this moment, and now that it’s finally here, it almost feels too good to be true.
I wet my lips and nod. “I can arrange that for you.”
Chapter 17
Mia
Carter’spenthouseisonthe top floor of his luxury apartment complex in lower Manhattan. His floor plan is open, consisting of large windows in lieu of traditional walls throughout the living room and dining area. The kitchen has a bit more wall space, with two sliding glass doors to separate it from the dining room. No wonder he was walking around my one-bedroom apartment like it was an exhibit in a museum. My place only spans the size of his living room.
“You can have a seat if you want,” he says, his voice still deep and protective even though it’s only the two of us.
I step deeper into the living room and sit on his white couch. It’s comfortable to the touch. He certainly does have taste.
“I’ll get you something to drink,” he says and retreats into the kitchen, where I observe him removing a bottle of wine from the cabinet and pouring it into two glasses on his marble island.
I haven’t stopped thinking about how sexy Carter looked as he beat the crap out of Michael. A small part of me insists I should feel guilty for how much I enjoyed watching Michael get punched, not once, buttwice, but that voice is greatly overshadowed by how good it felt to watch it unfold before my eyes.
I eye the way Carter’s hands wrap around the wine glasses as he crosses over to me. I didn’t think such a simple thing could turn me on so much.
Carter takes the seat beside me and sips on his glass before he peers over at me. “Did I already mention you look stunning?”
I chuckle, my wine glass resting on my crossed leg. “You did.”
He adjusts his body so he’s facing me, then he takes my glass out of my hands and sets it down on the coffee table. My heart rate rises as he scoots closer to me.
“This dress is incredible,” he growls and traces his finger along the embroidery on my stomach.
“You don’t think it’s too tight on me?” I ask.
He shakes his head, never taking his eyes off my chest. “Not even in the slightest.”
Carter brings his lips to my ear, then plants a gentle kiss along the side of my neck. “Your body is amazing.” He gives my neck another kiss, then brushes his lips against mine. “It’s everything I like in a woman.”
My lips part, and I release a small moan. Begging for his lips to touch mine, I close my eyes.
“I’ve been dying to strip you down so I can finally see all of it,” he continues, and I can feel the heat of his breath against my lips.
“Tonight’s your lucky night,” I breathe.
