Mr. Banks?
Three dots appear immediately.
Carter
Wendy Winslow?
Wendy
Carter
Why aren’t you in my room?
Wendy
My sister just left. I can only stay ten minutes.
Carter
It will only take me five.
Adrenaline rushes through me as I think about what could happen when I walk into his room. I place a sign on the counter, stating I’ll be back in ten minutes, just in case Gran searches for me.
chapter thirteen
Carter
Ileave the door cracked, looking forward to hearing her footsteps on the stairs.
The cinnamon roll Josie shoved into my hands is almost gone. She wasn’t wrong about them being the best I’d ever have. The icing is still warm, and the inside is soft enough that I understand why she and Mia arrived at seven to grab one.
Wendy pushes the door open and closes it behind her. The lock clicks, and she stands with her back against it, breathless from the stairs—or maybe that’s her adrenaline.
“There you are,” I say, licking the leftover icing from my fingers.
She’s wearing a smirk that tells me exactly why she’s here.
I close the distance between us, and her eyes drop to my mouth. She tastes like sugar and cream when I kiss her. Her fingers fist the front of my T-shirt, and her mouth opens wider.
“I’m at work. We shouldn’t,” she whispers.
Her back is still pressed against the door.
“And yet here you are,” I say, against her mouth as she nearly begs for more. I’m so fucking hard, and there’s no hiding it.
She makes a low grunt, and it goes straight through me. My hands move to her waist, and I walk her backward through theroom, barely breaking the kiss. When her legs hit the edge of the mattress, she sits, and I drop to my knees between hers.
She blinks down at me. “I really do only have ten minutes.”
“And?” My palms slide up the outside of her thighs, and my thumbs unhook the buttons on her shorts. “You don’t think that’s enough time?”
“It’s always taken longer than that.”
“I love a challenge.”
Her hips don’t protest as I reach to pull down her dark-washed jean shorts and silk panties in one motion. The morning sun splashes across the bed and her bronze skin. She shifts, and I hold her gaze.
She exhales and relaxes under my touch. “Good luck.”
