His eyes are darker than a starless sky when he returns, pressing another button so the elevator closes. It doesn’t move, though, still in emergency mode, grounded here.
“Turn around,” he instructs while helping me do so. “Hands on the wall, Hailey. Spread your legs.” I get in position and Carter lifts my dress over my ass, yanking my damp panties to my knees. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re needy. I can’t wait until we get home. Tell me if it’s too much.”
The sound of his zipper sliding down and the whoosh of material as he frees his cock makes my blood spike a fever. I’ve just had an orgasm but one’s not enough. Not after the past two hours on the brink of release, wet, hot, and desperate.
Carter moves his cock between my pussy lips, then slowly slides in, his rapid, heavy breathing the most erotic sound on earth.
“How’s that? Does it feel good?”
“So good,” I murmur, my cheek against the cool elevator wall, the rest of my body on fire. “I’m so full.”
“And so fucking tight.” He yanks his hips back, then powers inside, testing how hard and fast he can go.
The faster he moves, the better it feels. He crowds my back, toying with my breasts through the navy fabric of my dress, then moves his hand lower to play my clit.
“Fuck,” he grunts, thrusting deeper. “I love feeling you clench around me. You’re close again, aren’t you?”
“Yes, so close.”
His hand falls away from my clit. I can’t see what he’s doing, but he’s doingsomethingwhile he relentlessly drives himself balls-deep inside me. It’s not until he grabs the crystal plug that I realize he’s about to swap it for a bigger size.
“Good girl,” he tuts, angling his hips to target my G spot. “Focus on how good this feels. I need you to come for me.” He twists the plug inside me, pulling a little.
I cry out, the sensation damn near knocking me off my feet. The plug pops out at the orgasm’s crescendo and when it hits, Carter pushes the bigger plug inside, elevating my ecstasy. It’s so potent, so all-consuming, so fucking amazing that my nails gouge into the wall and moans echo round the confined space.
“I knew you’d enjoy this,” he says, both arms snapped around my waist, holding me flush to his chest, his cock stilllazily pumping inside me as he brings me down from the high. “How are you doing, Hailey?”
“I’m good. How are you doing?”
“Never better.” He kisses the back of my head, slowly pulling out of me. “I love you, pretty girl. So fucking much.”
I’m mellow, completely spent, but aware he hasn’t finished. Before he tucks his cock away, I spin, sliding to my knees.
“I love you more,” I say and hold his gaze as I take him in my mouth.
CARTER
It’s past one in the morning when Dante and his entourage leaveScarlett, heading back for Chicago. Broadway and I watch the taillights of the three Range Rovers they arrived in exit the parking lot. As soon as they’re gone, we enter the elevator, heading back upstairs.
I’m about done with the evening, but I’m not taking Hailey home for at least another hour. I swapped her plug from size two to three in my back office an hour ago. I used the opportunity to go down on her and tipped her into the abyss she’s been staring into for two hours. The sweet scent of her lingers on my short stubble, driving me feral.
We could leave right now, but I’m enjoying her squirming too much to let her stop early... even if my balls are fucking blue, my cock harder than a steel baton.
The VIP area is starting to quiet down now, most of the outer-circle soldiers and associates have gone, only a few left, still drinking. Two cops nap nearby and, across the room, Mr.Chen, with a goofy smile and skewed glasses, is getting a lap-dance.
“What the hell is it now?” Broadway asks, his footsteps picking up pace.
I follow his line of sight, my heartrate accelerating on cue when I notice Hailey’s not where I left her.
She was in the loveseat fifteen minutes ago, sipping her mojito, still as a statue, eyes on the one-way mirrors looking out onto the dancefloor. Since I fucked her in the elevator, she’s been doing her utmost not to make any sudden moves, but right now she’s on her feet by the concealed doorway leading to the main part of the club. Koby’s there with Ryder and two security guards, forming an impenetrable wall to keep Hailey inside the VIP area.
Apollo stands to the side, watching the unfolding scene with two creases between his brows. A few weeks after the shooting at my flat that left his boss dead, Apollo came by to see me.
He told me he was there the night Rhett killed my sister and painted a vivid picture of how it went down. As his loyal right-hand man he stayed by Rhett’s side after witnessing the despair tearing him apart once he realized he’d murdered his own daughter.
But as time went by and Rhett’s need for vengeance got out of hand, Apollo tried helpingmeto keep Hailey alive, since she was blameless. We talked for hours. He’s always been the one person in my father’s crew I respected, so I allowed him the benefit of the doubt and pulled him into my organization.
He started at the bottom of the food chain but he’s slowly climbing the ranks the more he proves his loyalty. Right now, Apollo’s the right-hand man to my head of security atScarlett. He’s also my primary source of information on how old Rhett ran his empire. Knowing his dirty secrets helps me decide whoI never want to do business with, who needs putting down, and who’s worth my time.
