I hold his gaze.
Wendy
I choose you.
Carter reads the message and fails to hold back his smile that’s so damn contagious. He tiptoes across the floor and sits on the edge of my bed. His hand slides up my neck, and he leans in to whisper in my ear, “I choose you more.”
He kisses me, and it’s slow and possessive as his hands drift up my back. He lays me back on the bed and moving his hands under my ass, bringing me to the edge.
Carter carefully peels off my shorts and panties, then drops to his knees to worship me. I bite my bottom lip, the tension inmy body instantly loosens when his mouth is on me. His fingers trace along my hip bone, and his eyes never leave mine.
Two minutes is all it takes before I’m gasping, trying to be quiet, knowing my ex is in the room next door. Carter places his finger over his lips before he returns between my legs. I shake my head, smirking. He nods, then dives his face back between my thighs, driving me to the edge again. I moan and try to cover it with a cough while also simultaneously trying not to laugh. I come three times before he undresses and gives me his thick cock. His movements are slow so the springs don’t scream out, and I enjoy every single second. Soon, he’s trembling.
“You belong to me,” he whispers in my ear as he spills inside of me.
At one a.m., he leaves. I’m sore and satisfied, knowing I made the right choice. Adam and I may have history. But Carter and I have passion and an underlying understanding of one another. Not to mention, the sex is incredible.
He said we’d talk after Adam leaves. Hopefully, he wants to tell me that he’s staying past August 3.
chapter twenty-one
Carter
Before I slide out of bed, I make sure Wendy is actually asleep. Once I confirm her breathing is even and her eyes are sealed shut, I pull on my shorts and find my shirt on the floor. I turn the knob and open it slowly so I don’t make any noise. I do the same to close it after I step into the hallway.
When the knob clicks, I glance over to see Adam, watching me with his arms crossed over his chest in the doorway of his room. His expression is full of rage and defeat.
He wasn’t asleep; he waslistening.
Good. Now he knows. No more guessing who Wendy belongs to.
We stare at one another. My eyes adjust, and I don’t look away from him. I hope he can smell her on me. She told me he never went down on her. Five years of having Wendy, and he couldn’t be bothered to make her feel good. Adam never fucking deserved her.
My jaw clenches when I think about it.
Neither of us speaks, mainly because she’s on the other side of that paper-thin wall. An even-toned conversation would wake her up, and the last thing I want is a pissed-off Wendy standing between us in the hallway. I don’t think that’s his intention.
He wants me to know he heard us.
I give him a smirk, and he returns to his room, muttering something under his breath.
I’ve dealt with assholes like him my entire life. No one intimidates me.
The lock clicks, and I let out an annoyed sigh.
I take the stairs, knowingthiswill be a problem tomorrow.
I sleep for four hours, maybe five, and then I’m up. By sunrise, I’m on the last mile of my beach run, wishing the sound of the ocean would clear my mind. It doesn’t. When the B&B comes into view, my phone rings. It’s Gideon.
“Wow. Last person I expected to get a call from,” I say, taking the path off the beach.
“You’ve missed me. I know it.”
“Can’t say I have,” I tell him with a grin.
“Yeah, well, I’m very sorry to bother you, but there’s an issue with the Whitsworth account that I’m unable to solve. Their board wants a revised Q3 projection with your sign-off. They’re refusing to work with me on this.”
I lower my voice. “Send me the presentation. I’ll review it.”
