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“Are you hungry?” I ask, knowing she said her friends had told her they were going to dinner, but they ended up at the club instead.
“Very, actually,” she says quietly, ducking her head so I can’t see her eyes, which annoys me.
“I want your eyes when you’re talking to me,” I tell her, pulling up on her chin until her eyes meet mine.
“Okay,” she whispers just as the door to the elevator dings, letting me know we arrived.
Stepping out of the elevator, I hear a gasp come from Fern. Looking at her, I watch as her face lights up when she looks around. I know she comes from money; she’s used to the finer things in life. Her grandfather is one of the wealthiest men in Manhattan, so hearing her gasp when seeing my place fills me with pride.
“Come with me,” I tell her, leading her through the open space toward the bedroom. “You can change into something else while I order us some takeout,” I say, walking over to my closet and pulling out a shirt for her to put on.
“I don’t mind keeping the dress on.”
“I don’t mind it either, baby,” I tell her while my eyes roam over her curves. When my eyes meet hers again, there is a stain on her cheeks that wasn’t there before. “But I want you to be comfortable while you’re here.” It’s a lie. All I really want is to see her in something of mine.
“Okay,” she says quietly, nibbling on her bottom lip again.
“What would you like to eat?”
“Can we get sushi?” she asks timidly.
“Anything you want,” I tell her immediately, and that’s not a lie; I will give her absolutely anything she desires.
“Just two California rolls and a ginger salad,” she says then bites her lip again. “And vegetable tempura if they have it.”
“Anything else?” I tease, making her smile, which does some funny shit in my chest where my heart’s supposed to be.
“I don’t think so,” she whispers softly.
Leaning forward, I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and run my fingers down the length of her jaw. “Get changed, and I’ll get us some food,” I say, watching her nod as I leave my room, closing the door quietly behind me.
Going to the bar in the kitchen, I pull out one of the menus I’ve collected and put my phone to my ear then look towards the bedroom door, adjusting myself as I picture her on the other side slipping out of her dress.
Chapter 3
Carter
Watching Fern walk out of my bedroom wearing my shirt is one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen in my life. Her long red hair is still down, but without the headband to hold it away from her face, she seems almost wild.
Tracking her as she goes to the window, I move to her without thinking, pressing myself to her back, and wrap my hands around her front. I hear her squeak as I lick up the side of her neck, where I growl, “You don’t have a bra on,” while cupping her breast through the thin material of my shirt.
“Carter,” she whimpers as her head tilts, allowing me full access to the column of her throat.
“What do you want, beautiful?” I ask, nipping her neck, feeling her shiver against me.
“I...I don’t know,” she breathes, arching into me, her movements letting me know how innocent she is, and that alone is intoxicating.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I ask, plucking at her nipple while kissing the skin below her ear.
“No,” she says, shaking frantically in my arms.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I ask, roaming my hand down her stomach, feeling myself tense, not sure how I will react if she tells me yes.
“No!” she cries out as I pet her over the silk of her panties, feeling wet on my fingertips then growling low in my throat when I hear the buzz for the door.
“I should eat you for dinner. Would you like that, Fern? Would you like to be my meal?” I ask as my fingers rub vigorously against her, needing her orgasm like it’s my own. “If you’re a good girl, baby, I’ll eat you for dessert,” I whisper, hearing her moan and feeling her slide over the edge at my words, which causes her body to go limp in my arms.
Smiling against her neck, I pick her up and car
ry her to the couch, where I lay her down, placing a kiss on her lips and covering her with a blanket before going to the phone and telling the concierge to let the delivery man up.
Knowing I won’t be able to keep my hands off her, I step out the front door and pace. I feel like a wild animal. I want her to myself. I want her naked. I want my mark on her and in her. And I don’t want to share her with anyone.
Spotting the deliveryman as he gets off the elevator, I give him a hundred dollar bill and tell him to keep the change before going back into the apartment, finding Fern just where I left her on the couch.
Setting the food down on the counter, I go to stand in front of her. She looks peaceful lying there, her hair spread out around her, her face soft with sleep. Moving, she kicks one leg out of the blanket, bending it at the knee. Without thinking, I drop to the floor next to her and move the blanket out of the way, being careful not to wake her as I do. My shirt has ridden up, showing the flesh of her belly and the silk nude panties she’s wearing. Leaning forward, I run my nose up the center of her core, smelling her innocence.
“Carter.”
My eyes meet her unsure ones as I press my hand to her belly to hold her down, and I use my teeth to nip at the lips of her pussy.
“I’m really hungry, Fern.” I bite her again. “Starving,” I tell her, pulling her panties to the side, listening to her breathing become labored as my tongue works through the lips of her pussy, drinking in her essence as she spreads her legs farther, giving herself completely to me.
“You’re being a very good girl,” I praise her, lifting her thighs up and over my shoulders until her body is bent almost double and my face is buried deep between her legs, eating her like I’m a starved man. Sliding one finger inside her, I feel how tight she is and the thin barrier of her innocence as she screams out with her orgasm. Her small hands hold onto my hair as I wipe my face on her inner thigh, pulling her panties back over her pussy, covering her and giving her one little kiss before helping her sit up.
“Do you want to eat in here, or in the kitchen?” I ask, pulling her into my lap, where I notice she fits perfectly.
