Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I moan, my head dropping back. Carson’s mouth goes to my neck, sucking and laying open-mouthed kisses there. There are no words for how incredible he is making me feel physically and emotionally right now. I’m on a high that I never want to come down from.
He pulls me more into him so my clit rubs against his pelvis as he tilts my hips, still bouncing me, moving me how he wants. Carson hits all the right spots inside and out that have my body exploding with pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Tighten that pussy around my cock,” Carson growls against my ear. I do exactly as he commands, the orgasm coursing through me, the pleasure almost more than I can bear.
Carson groans his own release with my name on his lips. I feel the warmth deep inside me. I keep myself wrapped around him, my head dropping to his shoulder. I enjoy the magic hum that tingles across my skin as we both catch our breath.
I kiss Carson’s neck. A small giggle pops from me when I feel his cock jerk inside of me.
“Don’t laugh, or I’ll have to take you again.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I say with a happy sigh.
“I shouldn’t have taken you just now.”
I lift my head.
“Don’t even let your mind go somewhere fucked up. I meant because you’re going to be sore.”
“It’s worth it.” I smile at him.
“Don’t we have a plane to catch?” I let out a small scream of surprise.
“Mousey!” I hiss.
Carson lets out a chuckle as he rises to his feet, taking me with him. I gasp when his cock slips free. “See, fuck.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, dropping down between my knees and spreading my thighs.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking you.” I try to close my legs, but it’s useless with giant Carson between them.
“Oh my God.” I put my hands over my face.
“I’ll have to kiss it better when we land.”
Now, that gets me up and moving. If anything could motivate me more than cats, it’s Carson’s sweet, dirty kisses.
25
CARSON
Paris blooms below us, the city decked out in festive colors and the Eiffel Tower sparkling like a million gems.
“I can’t believe we’re already here.” May stares out the window, her nose pressed to the glass.
“Ever been to Paris?” I ask her.
“No, never.” She scratches Mousey behind her ears absentmindedly. “Have you?”
“A few times.” I don’t want to get into the details of my last few trips here. Busting a human trafficking ring is never a fun topic of conversation.
“I think I’m in love.”
My heart jumps at her words; then I realize she’s talking about the city below us. “I’ll bring you here anytime you like.” I lean over and drop a kiss on her hair.
“Really?”
“Of course.” I’ll do anything to make her happy, the sound of wonder in her voice somehow making my skin warm all over.
“I thought it would take at least a day or something. But look!” She squeals. “I can see Notre Dame!”
“I told Hans to step on it.” Mrs. Farrol slurps at what must be her sixth martini since she awoke about an hour ago. “This is serious business.” She checks her phone. “I’ve called and texted her again and again, but she isn’t answering.”
“Could you give us more intel on her?” I ask.
As soon as we boarded the luxury jet, Mrs. Farrol disappeared into the bedroom area, her snores practically rattling the wings. She wouldn’t wake, not until we were more than halfway across the pond. Then she flounced into the main cabin where our flight attendant had a martini waiting. Since then, she’s been drinking and crying at intervals. I’ve barely been able to get a coherent sentence from her.
“Sorcha is …” She’s started the same sentence several times, never finishing it, though.
“Is this about your wedding?” May asks gently, tearing her gaze from the window. “We saw a photo of it at the country club. She looked … less than thrilled about it.”
“Oh, that.” Mrs. Farrol reclines back, her sequined dress at odds with her plush house slippers. “She made a scene, for sure. That’s how I know this is her doing. Well, that and she’s always been jealous of my success.”
“Seems like you should’ve mentioned her at the start of this investigat–”
May elbows me, then gives me a scolding look. It only makes me smile.
“That was the past.” Mrs. Farrol waves her drink, spilling a slosh over the edge. “The distant past. I mean, my cats always won best in show. I was on top of the world. But Sorcha was there waiting in the wings, hoping to take me down. She hates me.”
“Like I said, maybe lead with that–”
Another elbow from May brings a grin to my face.
“But you’re saying all that ended a long time ago?” May asks.