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want to rip off this goddamn useless piece of white fucking fabric until his obviously toned torso is clear to me and ready for me to explore with whichever part of my body I deem fit.
    Ah, fuck it.
    I undo the top button, then another, and another, and another. My fingers travel down nimbly until every one of the little white buttons are undone and only the very bottom of his shirt is tucked into his waistband. I run my teeth across my bottom lip, deliberately pulling tightly on the soft flesh. His grip does nothing but tighten, so I move, hooking one leg over his lap until I’m straddling him.
    I can feel his rock-hard cock pushing against my already wet pussy, and fuck me. That’s one hell of a cock.
    I rock my hips against him, and when a small groan leaves him, I smile. I’ll take it. I take whatever inch of pleasure I can, given that he just sucked it from me. No arguments here, but damn.
    Maybe Carter Hughes needs a taste of his own medicine.
    My lips quirk to one side at the prospect.
    I’ve barely known him an hour, but I want to see what he can do with his cock when it’s compromised by a chick’s mouth.
    I lean back, drop my hands to his belt, and pause when his hover against me.
    “Server,” he murmurs, curling his arm around me and pulling me into him. I turn my face a fraction toward the curtains. The server is standing there, her eyes trained on the area above his head.
    “Same again,” he replies, holding me where I am until the woman has left again. The second the curtains close, he twines my hair around his fingers and tugs me face toward his so tightly that my breath catches. “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you? Baby, my cock is hard for you. Feel it.” He takes my hand and pushes it onto his erection. “If you’re gonna suck it, get your mouth the fuck down there and suck it before that bitch comes back with our drinks.”
    Holy. Did he really just refer to a member of his staff as a bitch?
    He did.
    He did.
    Oh my God.
    I shouldn’t do this. I should run like fuck. But, damn. I wanna know what that sweet, hard cock tastes like, even if it’s only just one taste. I want to know what it’s like to have his pleasure pulsing against my tongue…. What it’s like to have this powerful man entirely at my mercy.
    So I do it.
    I push the table away from us the smallest amount and grab his undone pants. My fingers curl around each side and I tug them down until he lifts his ass and his sharp, black pants slide down his muscular thighs easily.
    “Bee…” he warns, his hands both sliding up my back to the back of my head.
    “Carter,” I murmur, grabbing the waistband of his boxer briefs, taking the barest moment to appreciate the way his hardened cock is pushing against the thin fabric of his underwear. It’s like a fucking oil painting, worthy of being hung in any art museum.
    He tenses as I tug down his boxers and his cock springs free, long, hard, and thick, with a vein pulsing along its side.
    I grin.
    Time to play.
    I close my mouth around the head of his cock, touching the tip of my tongue to it. He groans and twines his hand in my hair, tugging lightly. His restraint is obvious. Wrapping my fingers around the bottom of his cock, I give him a gentle squeeze as I take him in my mouth fully.
    His grip on my hair tightens as I work him with both my mouth and my hand. He grows even harder in my mouth, and as I run my tongue over that one vein, I can feel it pulsing.
    God, he really does have a wonderful cock.
    My pussy is throbbing at the thought of having it inside me. It’s almost tempting to stop this and climb on top of him.
    “Your drinks, sir.”
    Carter holds my head still, his cock buried in my mouth. “On the table,” he demands.
    I massage the very tip of it with my tongue, and his hips jerk into me.
    “Today,” he grinds out as I reach down to cup his balls. I lightly drag my nails over them. “Don’t disturb us again.”
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