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breathe faster with anticipation, each one harder and more desperate as his hand continues its journey upward.  I drop my head back as he finally reaches the very top of my thigh. His thumb brushes across my panties, and I don’t know if the gentle flick across my clit is deliberate or coincidental, but I shudder.
    He drops his face into my neck, repeating that flick. Yeah—that was deliberate. And I hate how good it feels. He smiles against my skin, pushing down hard. The lace of my panties rubs against the sensitive spot roughly, but it only adds to the pleasure, the crazy, intense, burst of pleasure that ricochets as he circles my clit with his thumb.
    Oh, God. I’m such a slut. I’ve barely known this man thirty minutes and he’s just slid two of his fingers inside me.
    He groans, the sound muffled by my collarbone. “You’re so fucking wet, Bee. Still gonna lie and tell me you think you should leave?”
    I open my mouth to respond as he pumps his fingers inside me, but nothing comes out. Instead, I swallow and nod, even as my hips move against his hand.
    Greedy pussy. Bad pussy.
    I am so grounding her tomorrow morning.
    Carter slips his thumb under my panties until it touches my bare clit. His fingers still for the barest second as he finds the sweet spot and settles there, ready to move again. Blood is pumping through my body at lightning speed, and my fingers are wrapped in his jacket, and I’m grasping the seat, digging my nails into the leather as he moves his hand again. My legs are opening wider with each thrust of his fingers into me. His lips skirt their way across my neck, up to my ear and back down, kissing, nibbling, brushing… It’s a sensory overload.
    With one final rub of my clit, he pushes me over the edge.
    Orgasm one.
     

Chapter Two
     
    I moan, and he covers my mouth with his hand, still moving the other against me. I ride the orgasm out against his hand, trembles of the aftershocks of it going through my body. “Holy shit,” I whisper, the words leaving me on a whoosh. The man hasn’t even kissed me. At least, not on my mouth.
    I’ve never been turned on so easily in my life.
    Carter pulls his fingers out of my pussy and grasps my hip. His grip is tight, and when he pulls me toward him, I move onto my side. I unclip the button of his jacket, and looking down at his stomach, flatten my hand against the toned surface of his body. Damn that crisp white shirt stopping me from touching his skin. Abs just aren’t the fucking same when they’ve got a damn row of buttons running down the middle of them.
    Carter wraps one hand around the back of my neck and pulls my face into him. “God, Bee. You get wet so easily, don’t you? Is that how you keep your one-nighters going? With your wet pussy?” He leans in so his fingers dig into my pulse point. “How long do you last?” he asks quietly. “One?
Two? Three? Tell me, love. How many times can you come before it’s too much? Before you say enough is enough?”
    “Once.” I rasp out the word, gripping his shirt tightly.
    “You’re a liar,” he replies, just as breathily. He palms my ass cheek, his movements slow and calculated. I hold my breath in anticipation of the sting I know is coming.
    It does.
    Sharp and quick, Carter’s palm connects with my ass cheek, and I buck my hips against him.
    “Fuck,” I moan, gripping his shirt tighter.
    He laughs. Low and rich, each sound coasts over my skin until all I can hear is that deep rumble of his amusement.  “Sounds like a good fuck.” He does it again, and this time, I arch my back. “Damn. You’re so fuckin’ responsive, aren’t you?”
    “You’ve barely touched me,” I point out. I reach up and grasp the top button of his shirt, my eyes on his the whole time. “See how responsive I am when you actually try.”
    Once again, he laughs. His grip on my tender ass gets rough, and he seems to relish the way I grasp his shirt as if I want to rip it off. ‘Cause, fuck. I do. I