GRACE
It’s early afternoon when we arrive in Wilmington. The weather warmer here than in Asheville. And the smell of the ocean, the light breeze of salt water over my skin is enough to make me want to stay here.
Carson grabs our bags and then hands the keys off to the valet. I head to the front desk to check us in. He comes up behind me, his hand landing on my lower back and I grit my teeth to hold in the shiver.
Two whole nights with him alone. In the same bed. This is a fantasy brought to life. Okay, maybe not a fantasy, but I am glad that for three days we don’t have to hide. We can just be us. Whatever the hell ‘us’ is. We aren’t a couple. Maybe friends with benefits. Although I don’t know if we are entirely friends either.
The front desk attendant hands me the room keys and I brush Carson’s hand off me and take my bag from him. “Here’s your key. I’m going to freshen up and then we can try to find out who this woman is.”
He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind and it’s a struggle to hold in my laughter. So I just leave him in the lobby staring at me as I head to the elevators. He doesn’t follow and I cannot believe I left him that shell-shocked.
I make my way into the suite. It’s not extravagant but it has a separate bedroom and a large living space with a small dining table and desk. Enough space for us to lay out the files we brought with us. I drop my tote bag on the table and then roll my suitcase into the bedroom. I open the curtains to the small balcony off the bedroom that overlooks the river. It’s perfect to unwind and I plan to do just that tonight with a martini and maybe a bubble bath.
I pull my sweatshirt over my head and toss my leggings on the bed. Where I chose to be comfortable in the drive out here, Carson wore a damn suit. And the man can rock a suit but come on. I don’t think I have ever seen him in anything but a suit. Or naked.
I walk into the bathroom, leaving a path of my tank top, bra, and underwear on the way. There is a huge glass shower on one side of the bathroom and a soaking tub on the other. Bubble bath later for sure.
I turn the water on, cranking it up as hot as it will get and fix my hair atop my head so it doesn’t get wet. When I step into the shower, I moan as the jets hit my back. It wasn’t a long car ride but I am not a fan of being stuck in one place for too long.
I turn around and twist my neck back and forth, letting the rivulets of water run down my chest. I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel hands on my hips and lips at my neck.
“You really thought I was going to stay in that room?” Carson asks as his lips trail a path over my shoulder.
“Mmmm,” I moan as his hands slide lower, cupping my center. “No.” My words breathless as he slides a finger between my folds. “But I also thought you would show up here a lot faster.”
He spins me around, pulling me into him. His cock is thick and hard and I want nothing more than for him to put it inside of me. It’s been five days since the gala and he hasn’t touched me once. Not in the way I want. God, it’s been nearly three weeks since he’s fucked me.
“I wanted you to be on edge.” His lips graze across my jawline. “I actually thought I would find you in here touching yourself, thinking about how badly you wanted my cock.”
“You didn’t give me enough time,” I groan as I reach between us and squeeze his hard length.
“I can step away. Watch you touch yourself.”
I can feel his grin against my throat. “And what good would that do? I’m sure we’ve both spent the last five nights getting off to thoughts of each other.”
He chuckles against my lips. “Baby, my hand has never worked harder. Watching you every goddamn day in my office. The way you brush that pen against your lips and I wish it was my cock.”
“My vibrator still doesn’t compare to monster dick,” I tell him as I pull back and look into his gorgeous sapphire eyes.
“It never will.”
I slam my mouth against his, my need is too intense. He lifts me up so I can straddle his waist and then he pushes me against the wall of the shower. I shiver against the cool tile but soon my shivers aren’t from the cold but from the heat of him as he slams into me. Hard. I scream from the force as it feels like he is ripping me apart but the pain turns to pleasure quickly as he pumps into me at such an intense pace, I think I may black out.
I scratch at his chest and shoulders, incoherent words falling out of my mouth as he takes advantage of my body. He leans forward, his tongue licking across my clavicle, his dick hitting a new spot inside of me. I swear I can feel every nerve in my body firing.
“Carson… fuck… it’s too much…”
He leans down and sucks a nipple hard into his mouth and I grip his shoulders so hard I might have left tiny cuts from my nails in them. When he pops my nipple out of his mouth, he moves his mouth to mine and I devour him, let his tongue and lips swallow my screams as I meet him thrust for thrust. I pull away from his mouth just when I am about to come and collapse my head on his shoulder. He works my body for another few thrusts. My orgasm still pulsing around him, his expert thrusts making it never ending. He stops thrusting when he is about to climax and pulls me close to him, leaving no space between our bodies.
I’m out of breath and exhausted. I knew I needed to be fucked but that was on another level. “I think I might die,” I mumble against the crook of his neck.
“That makes two of us,” he says as he kisses my shoulder.
I can’t move and have no intention of it. He can keep his dick in me as long as he wants, the aftershock pulses from him, causing pleasure to continue to rip through me. I hear him shut the water off and then feel the cool breeze of cold air against our wet skin as he carries me to the bed. He’s still inside me and I love it. I love the feeling of him there. It’s comforting. And something I could get entirely used to.
He sits on the bed, my legs still wrapped around him, and the angle he has us presses his dick farther into me.
I wiggle just a bit to adjust and I can already feel him growing hard again. “Did you miss me that much?” I tease.