Chapter 13

Carter

My eyes flick to the contract that June just signed for me.

Then they flick to June herself.

My entire future is in this office right now: standing right before me and sitting there in paper and ink on my desk.

If I were a more patient man, I’d pause for a moment to take it all in: My bride. Her promise. The baby that will come out of it all, lingering somewhere ahead of us, just begging to be brought into existence.

That’s about as far as I get—thinking about making a baby with this gorgeous, stubborn woman—before the last of my patience up and walks right out my office door.

I tip the last of my wine down my throat and, with a flick of my wrist, toss June’s own wine onto her shirt.

“What the—” June jumps back as it splashes against her tits and starts to soak through. She furrows her brow and looks at me like she wants to kill me.

I don’t mind. She’ll be begging me for more in just a few minutes.

“Whoops,” I say. It’s insincere. “How clumsy of me.”

“That wasn’t—” June starts again, but I stop her with a stare.

“Get that fucking shirt off.”

Her hazel eyes go wide for a split second, before she realizes I mean business. And I do. Serious business.

Baby-making business.

I’m too fucking impatient to wait. I shrug my suit jacket off and toss it on the executive chair. I reach for the buttons on June’s shirt, undoing them one by painstaking one.

Pushing the shirt off her shoulders, I lean down and bite her neck, her shoulders, and her collarbone. She tastes so fucking sweet, I want to fucking devour her. Scratch that—I will devour her.

My lips press against hers in a hot, forceful kiss. Our tongues do the tango, probing deep into each other’s mouths. I feel her hands clenching at my shirt, urging me on. My right hand gropes her tits while my left is determined to get her naked.

Reaching down, I unzip the back of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool around her feet. My hand slips inside her panties, stroking her clit with my middle finger.

“Oh!” She cries out, arching her pelvis against my hand. She’s soaked. I’m loving it.

I slide my finger between her pussy lips, covering it in her slick, warm juices. In one swift motion, I slide her panties down to join her skirt on the floor before sucking on my finger.

“Delicious.” I smirk and reach for her clit again, stroking firmly, moving my finger up and down, side to side. She’s grinding against me, panting. It’s quickly become one of my favorite sights: June disheveled and at my mercy, losing fucking control.

Little strands of her hair stick to her neck and face, which are glistening in sweat.

Oh, we’ve only just begun, sweetheart.

I suck on her neck, dragging my tongue down until it finds the swell of her tit. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I bite down while flicking my tongue against her gorgeous rosebud.

“Carter…Carter!” My name is like a chant against her lush lips, and it’s like a dam explodes as she comes. I feel her clit throbbing under my finger and her juices leaking out onto my hand.

“My turn,” I growl, unbuckling the belt on my pants and letting my cock spill over the top. “Get me hard.”

With a jut of my chin, I beckon her to get down on her knees. She does. She looks up at me with hesitant eyes.

It’s such a fucking turn-on. The very face of innocence looking up at me. At the same time, it’s beguiling, and I find myself entranced.

Make no mistake, I’m about to teach her a valuable lesson in pleasing Carter Abraham. Then I’m gonna claim her for my own.

“I’ve never—” Her voice is barely a whisper, her cheeks flushing crimson. She’s gorgeous.

“It’s okay. I’ll teach you how to do it just the way I like it.” My cock is reacting simply to her proximity and those doe eyes that never leave mine. “Give me your hand.”

She places hers in mine, and I guide it to my dick, which is currently at half-mast. I wrap it around my thickness. It’s a little cool, but it feels so damn good. Better than any other woman’s—and that’s saying something.

“Stroke it, like this.” I envelop her hand with mine and start moving it back and forth. “Hold it a little firmer. Ah! Not that firm!”

I pull back a little as she clamps her fingers around me. “You’re not milking Bessie here, sweetie.” I chuckle.

Though there will be milk coming. Lots of it.

She’s a little overeager, but I admire her fucking tenacity. I revel in the sensation of her hand on me as I thrust my hips slowly to meet her with each stroke.

“Now lick the tip.” I thread my fingers through her hair and draw her mouth right up to my cock. She flicks her tongue against me, and her eyes meet mine as she sensually circles my head.

“June…” Her name escapes from my lips in a grunt. She’s barely started, and I’m already laced with excitement. “Put it in your mouth.”

I tighten my grip on her hair and push into her mouth slowly. It’s just the tip, but it feels so fucking good.

“Suck it.”

She does, hesitantly at first, but my moans are obviously fueling her on. She takes more in as I thrust to meet her mouth.

“Use your tongue, too. Slide it up and down as you suck. Ahhh, yeah, like that.” I throw my head back at the sensation and grip her hair tighter. Her mouth is hot, and she’s sucking my cock with just the right amount of pressure.

I wrap my other hand around the back of her head and pick up the pace, letting out guttural groans as my cock hits the back of her throat.

The tension is building. I’m nearly ready to fucking explode—she’s that fucking good, a real natural. I’m tempted to come in her mouth and cover her tits, but there will be plenty of time for that later. Instead, I abruptly pull out and take a step back.

Her lips are wet and glistening, her eyes hazy. It’s a sultry yet questioning look, one that drives me nearly out of my mind. She reaches for my cock again, but I grab her shoulders and pull her up.

“No, not yet. When I cum, it’s going to be deep inside your pussy. It’s time to make a fucking baby.”