Allie didn't want to admit to herself that this was all she had wanted since she had seen Carter in the auditorium. But here he was, and she let herself be carried away in the sensation of him.
As she kissed Carter ravenously, he pushed Allie against the wall, pulling down her jeans. She kicked off her flats and let her jeans pool on the floor. Carter tugged at her shirt, and she pulled it off before he could rip it. Unhooking her bra, she felt his teeth nipping and tugging at her breast while his hands did delicious things between her legs.
"Am I going to get an A for effort this time?" he asked her as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it between her legs, stroking her pleasure.
"I think you just might," she said, putting a condom on him.
He sprawled her over the table and took her in one swift motion. She stifled a cry as he thrust into her.
"Harder," she said, rubbing against him as he took her.
She could hear her breath come out in high-pitched screams as Carter took her. She reached behind her to splay a hand over his firm backside, wanting to feel all of him thrust in her. Carter half angled her over the table so he could sink his teeth into her nipple as he fucked her.
Her orgasm startled her, but it didn't seem to knock Carter out of his rhythm. He continued until she came again, then she felt him shudder inside of her.
When he was done, Allie lay back on the table, Carter’s head against her chest, watching his chest rise and fall.
"Much better," she purred. She felt a thrill thinking about how much pleasure he had taken from her.
"Have I redeemed myself?" he asked, smiling at her.
She pulled him in for a kiss.
"I forgot how addicting sex is," he said.
"Jacking off in the barracks wasn't cutting it for you?" she said with a laugh as she combed her fingers through his shorn hair. She luxuriated in the feel of his rippling body and his masculine scent.
"I thought you didn’t like sex," he said, kissing the mounds of her breasts.
"It just becomes too complicated too quickly," she said. "But I like it with you."
That comment earned her a radiant smile, and Carter tilted his head up and kissed her softly on the mouth.
That afternoon, the air between them was more comfortable. As they worked next to each other at their desks, Carter looked over at her and grinned or moved his chair closer and let their legs touch.
Before they left, he pulled her into the print room again.
"I need you," he said, burying his face in her hair.
She laughed.
"What about all those models you've been hanging out with in the club?"
"They're nothing compared to you," he said, holding her tightly and kissing her. She pulled off her shirt, and Carter traced the tattoos on her shoulders and arms. He pushed her against the wall, kissing her as he pulled down his pants. As he hoisted her up, Carter's fingers dug into her thighs as she felt his hard cock push inside of her.
He grunted as she dug her nails into the skin on his bare back as she bucked against him. As the final wave of pleasure cascaded over her, she pulled Carter closer to her as he shuddered and came.
Her legs felt like jelly as Carter let her down, and she sagged against him.
She almost bounded out of the office that evening. He had slept with her again! She felt elated. Maybe she actually meant something to him.
They continued their clandestine meetings, before work, late nights, and on the weekends when Liz wasn't there. Allie could barely believe this was happening. Carter wanted her! She felt happier than she had ever been. It almost didn't matter that she had to live in that rat's nest with creepy Arnold. Almost.
In her meager free time on the train to and from work, she pored over luxury listings in New York City. All the beautiful properties out there, and she was stuck in that awful apartment. It was cheap, though, so she bore it. At least she could have Carter. He was really growing on her. The Holbrook heir was funny, smart, and a little bit cocky but not unbearably so.
Not as bad as Bryce,she thought and shuddered. At night, she would dream about Carter. She would fantasize about the life they would build together.
She was a little scared, though. She wondered if he cared about her as much as she did him. No way would she ever dare to say anything to him. He couldn't really like her. But he spent his free time with her. Maybe it meant something.
