Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives - Virginia (3 page)

She’d spent the day brooding about their encounter. She should have been going over the inventory for the boutiques, heaven forbid there not be enough designer handbags and handcrafted jewellery to cover the coming Christmas shopping period, but all she could think about was the mind-shattering sex she’d had with Carter.

In his office!

At Boyd’s!

She glanced at the clock. Six-fifteen. If she left now…

“No!” She pushed her chair back with such force it slammed into the wall behind her. “Shit.”

Inspecting both chair and wall for damage, she breathed deeply several times and counted to five while letting each breath out in a steady stream. She would not let him get to her.

She wasn’t about to admit it was already too late.

Darla had rung earlier and suggested dinner—just the two of them—and while she knew her closest friend needed a shoulder, an ear, she couldn’t bring herself to say yes. Discussing Darla’s new single status would only drive home the lie Virginia had been living for nearly five years.

Carter was the only person other than her lawyer and her ex, who was on the other side of the world, knew she was divorced.

She was such a fraud. Even with her supposed best friend. Breeding had made her secretive of her private life. After the way her parents had splashed their every exploit in the tabloids for the world to see, Virginia had guarded her privacy like a lioness guards her cubs. No one got close.

Except Carter Boyd.

Now that she looked back she realised she’d let him in with ease. She felt so safe with him. Like she could say or do whatever she wanted and he wouldn’t judge her.

He hadn’t judged her.

She’d been picking up a different man every time she set foot in his bar and not once had he commented on it. Not once. Instead he’d become her friend—her confidant—and now he’d become her lover.

Her fingers curled around the back of the chair as memory drenched her with arousal. He’d driven her out of her mind and her body and she’d give anything for another night in his arms.

Anything.

Unlocking her fingers one at a time, Virginia glanced down at the suit she wore. She hadn’t changed after arriving home. Another defence against her need to return to Boyd’s. If she wasn’t dressed for the place then she couldn’t go.

It was a completely stupid attempt to thwart her desire. As if a layer of clothing could stop her if she really wanted to go.

And she wanted to.

With every fibre of her being she wanted to get in her car and drive the thirty or so minutes and have wall-banging sex with Carter again.

Her keys and bag were on the foyer table. All she had to do was walk over, scoop them up and get in the lift.

She was halfway there before she realised she’d moved. There before her next heartbeat. And out the door and pressing the lift button within one breath.

***

Carter looked up when his brother elbowed him. Every drop of oxygen left his lungs and it had nothing to do with his brother’s rough treatment.

Ginny.

She walked towards him dressed like he’d never seen her before. Her hair was swept up in some fancy bun thing on the side of her head. Pearls circled her throat and he couldn’t help but grin when he realised they hid the hickey he’d given her. The blouse wasn’t tight but it didn’t hide the mouth-watering curves of her ample breasts, and the skirt hugged her hips and thighs like a lover’s hands.

Like his hands.

He’d had his hands on her there. His cock pulsed—hardened—and pressed against his jeans with remembered pleasure. Not that he hadn’t been hard all damn day thinking about her.

They couldn’t do this here. “Garrett. Take over.” Carter made his way down the bar and met her at the end.

Neither of them spoke as he led the way to the office. He wasn’t sure what she was doing here, but the fact she’d come dressed in her other-life clothes meant one of two things. She was going to give him the ice princess brush off for good. Or she couldn’t wait to get here—to him—to bother changing.

He hoped with everything he had it was the second.

Carter opened the door and motioned her in. He’d barely shut the door when she was on him. Her mouth ate at his—her tongue licking at him, her lips sucking.

“Oh my God.” She nipped his bottom lip. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

Oh yeah, he did. The same bone-gnawing lust consumed him. “Ginny.”

“Don’t talk.” She thrust her tongue into his mouth. Pulled it out again. “No questions.”

He pulled back. Tried to move her to arm’s-length but she wasn’t having it. She all but crawled up him—the spike of one heel digging into the back of his thigh. “Ginny.”

She stopped her assault. “What?”

“What are we doing?”

“We’re having hot, sweaty, no strings sex.” She blinked those gorgeous blue eyes and he nearly gave in.

“No. We did that last night.” He searched her gaze. “You never go back for seconds.”

“I…” Her tongue slid across her bottom lip. “Can’t we…”

Carter shook his head. God he was an idiot. She could walk. “We do this again and it’s not no strings.”

“Oh?”

“We do this and we do this exclusively. No fucking around.”

She tried to shove out of his arms, but he’d anticipated the move and held her close. “Let me go,” she demanded.

“Do you really want me to do that, Princess, or do you want me to push you to the floor and fuck your brains out?”

Her gaze dropped to the floor at their feet and a shiver wracked her. Oh yeah, she wasn’t going anywhere, but he added insurance.

“I want to push you down and strip away whatever you’ve got under that skirt so I can put my mouth on you. I want to stick my tongue inside that juicy cunt and eat you until you scream my name. Then I’m going to climb on top and fuck both our brains out.”

She trembled all over and a whimper slipped past her lips. “I…”

“What’s it gonna be, Princess?” Carter circled his thumbs on the delicate skin inside her elbows. “Are you gonna spread those sexy legs and let me lick you out? Let me fuck you?”

This time she moaned and her knees actually wobbled.

He smiled. “You know you want to feel my tongue inside you. Wrapped around your clit. Buried in you cunt. You want that, don’t you, Princess?”

“Please.” It was a plea. One he’d heard the night before.

“Exclusive.”

She nodded.

“Say it,” he growled.

“Exclusive.” The whisper barely left her mouth when he took her to the floor.

Carter pushed her skirt up her thighs and found a set of peach silk undies. They were sheer and totally opaque with her juices. He grinned. He loved how wet she got. Bending down, he lapped at her through the cloth. She shuddered, her hips bucking. His smile grew as he curled his fingers into the side of her underwear and drew them down her legs.

The trimmed patch of hair he revealed was glistening with her wetness. Her scent floated up to him, tempting, taunting him with what he’d yet to feast on. He wouldn’t deprive himself of her any longer.

He spread her legs and lay on his belly between them. Moving forward, he used his shoulders to hold her thighs apart and lowered his head. With the flat of his tongue, he laved her. From bottom to top, he lapped and sucked. She writhed under him, but he held her down with hands on her hips.

Pinned to the ground, her legs forced wide by his body, Carter had free reign and he took advantage. He did as promised. He ate her. He licked her. And he drove her straight up and over the edge, screaming his name.

***

Virginia screamed so loud her throat felt raw. She wondered why no one had come to see what was going on. Carter was crawling up her body now—her limp body. Every part of her felt softer than a marshmallow held over a campfire. He loomed over her. His grin wide.

“Good?”

She could only nod.

“More?”

Oh yes. Definitely more. “Please,” she whispered through dry lips.

He sat back on his heels and stripped off his shirt. She hadn’t got a good look at him last night. They were in such a rush at first, and then she’d all but bolted before she had a chance to explore this gorgeous specimen of a man.

Virginia ran her hands up his bare chest. “You’re gorgeous.”

Carter chuckled. “Lifting kegs will do that for a guy.”

She had no idea what he meant but didn’t care. The result was what mattered. “I want to explore all of you.”

“Not now. Later.”

“Later?”

He grinned. “After I fuck our brains out.”

A terrible thought struck her. “I didn’t bring a condom.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got one.” He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and removed a foil packet from one of the compartments.

“Prepared.” Virginia arched one eyebrow.

“Always. But I have to chuck them out before I use them normally. Better check the use-by date on that one.”

She eyed him.

“I don’t fuck around and I haven’t had a steady bedmate in a while.” He popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. “Just check the date.”

Virginia wasn’t even aware condoms had use-by dates. Good thing she’d been going through them quickly. The thought stopped her. She’d purchased too many boxes to count and while her tally of men wasn’t huge, it was certainly not small.

Carter gripped her chin, tilted her head until her gaze met his. “Don’t. We do what we have to.”

“I…”

His thumb pressed against her lips. “You don’t need to explain yourself.”

“But—”

“No.” He leaned over and replaced his thumb with his mouth. “We all need different things at different times. Right now I need to bury my cock in your cunt.”

Her eyes stung—blurred—making her blink rapidly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Princess. I haven’t done as promised.”

“Oh?”

“I still need to fuck both our brains out.” He grinned and Virginia’s stomach dipped.

Her lips curled in response. “Then you better get on that.”

Carter eyed her. “You might want to get those clothes out of my way. I’m tempted to tear that blouse open but it looks expensive.”

She shivered. The man had a way with words. “Are we getting naked?”

“No. Just undo the buttons so I can get at your tits.” He pushed to his feet and shoved his jeans down his thick thighs to reveal his straining erection. “And bunch the skirt around your waist, if it’ll go that far.”

Virginia wiggled her skirt up with ease and then got to work on her blouse. By the time she was finished, Carter was on his knees between her thighs again. His cock covered with the condom. She licked her lips.

“Yeah. I’m gonna want you to do that later, too.”

“What?” she asked, her gaze rising to meet his.

“Suck my cock to the back of your throat.”

Her mouth watered. The idea of taking him between her lips a thrill she hadn’t expected. She’d never sucked a man before. Colin had been a straight missionary man—he got on, got off and rolled off—and the men she’d had since were single use. They fucked her and that was it. But she wanted to taste Carter. Wanted to know what it was like to have a guy come in her mouth.

“When?” The question was spoken before she’d even thought it.

“When what?”

“When can I suck your cock?”

Carter laughed. “One step at a time, Princess. Fucking brains out right now, remember?”

“I remember.”

“Then spread those sexy legs and let me get at you.”

***

Carter lowered his body over Ginny and breathed the first easy breath he’d taken all day. He was getting to her. He knew it. If he played it right, he’d have her coming back for more again and again.

Until she never wanted to leave.

She was out of his league. He knew that. She’d been born to money; even if she hadn’t told him, it was stamped all over her. Especially when she showed up in a designer suit that had to cost more than his first car had set him back.

The fact she’d brought that little part of her every day life here pleased him. But what pleased him more was the promise she’d just given him.

Exclusive.

He’d make sure to remind her of that before she left him tonight. And she would leave. She’d scratch her itch, and a little more besides, and then she’d run. He knew she was using sex to assuage her need for closeness. For an intimate act, it could be impersonal if done the right way, and Ginny had become an expert at anonymous sex.

Not with him.

He’d make sure whenever she was with him it was very personal. He traced the pearls at her neck, moved them to see the mark he’d left on her skin. “Pretty.”

“They were my grandmother’s.”

“I’m not talking about the pearls, Princess. I’m talking about my mark on you.” He grinned.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. In fact I like it so much I’m going to give you another one.” Carter lowered his head and pressed his lips to the upper curve of her breast—just above her bra cup.

He sucked quick and hard. Drawing the flesh into his mouth and working it with his tongue until he was sure to leave a bruise.

Letting go, he grinned. “Matching ones, I think.”

Treating her other breast the same, he marvelled at the fact she didn’t protest. One of her hands had found its way to the back of his head and she cradled him against her. Little breathy moans slipped though her lips while he suckled her breast.

They were skin to skin. His cock lined up with her cunt but he was suddenly in no rush to take her. He wanted her to relax. To really feel him. She couldn’t do that in the heated rush of fast sex. As exciting as that was, he also liked to take his time. And Ginny was one woman he wanted to take a lot of time with.

“Carter.” His name on her lips sent a shaft of heat to his balls. “Please.”

“Soon.” He soothed her with the lash of his tongue. “Soon, baby.”

He worked his mouth over her. Learned every curve from her neck to her waist with his lips and tongue. She squirmed beneath him. Her breath shuddering as he nipped at her nipple through her lacy bra.

“Please.” Ginny arched into him, her breast pressing into his face.

As her back bowed he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth, bra and all. He gripped with his teeth and tugged.