Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives - Virginia Page 2

  “Oh.” She wiggled her hips, pulled away, pushed back.

  “That’s it, find what feels good and go for it.” He timed the push forward with the stroke of his cock.

  Before long she was moving with him—setting the pace—and Carter knew he’d get what he wanted. Ginny every way a man could take a woman. He just wasn’t sure he’d get more than this one night. Shaking that sobering thought away, he concentrated on working his thumb deeper.

  She was moaning and whimpering. Lifting her arse to meet his thrusts and pressing back against him in search of more. Carter leaned over her, his chest connecting with her slick back, and drove his cock and thumb as deep as they could go.

  “Carter!”

  “Right here, Princess,” he whispered in her ear. “Right here driving you out of your mind.”

  He rocked into her. Barely moved in and out. Carter didn’t want to push her too hard too fast, but he could tell she was into what he was doing. And he’d noticed her reaction when he talked dirty. She might be Virginia the ice princess outside of his bar but in here she was Ginny. She’d told him enough over the last few years for him to know she came here to escape the perfect life she’d made.

  Carter wanted to believe she came here so she could be herself. Not the cultured woman she showed the rest of the world. That woman was fake. He knew it. She knew it. Now if he could only convince her to let go of that shell some more. Open up with him away from the bar. He’d be one hell of a happy man.

  He wasn’t ashamed to say he’d take her any way he could get her and right now he had her naked under him. All he needed now was to hear her beg. “You like this don’t ya, Princess. Like having my cock in your cunt. My thumb shoved up your arse.” She whimpered when he swivelled his hips, wiggled his thumb. “Yeah, you like it dirty and this is almost as dirty as it gets. Wanna get dirtier, Princess?”

  She moaned and pushed back against him. “Please.”

  “Please what?” He licked her neck. Bit her shoulder. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”

  “More,” she panted as she pushed up on her toes and pressed her arse against him harder. “Please. More.”

  “More what? This?” Carter pulled his cock out and slammed it back in. “Or this?” He withdrew his thumb then drove it back in repeatedly.

  “Yes!”

  She came. Her orgasm surprising them both.

  Carter rode it with her. He held her hip with one hand and fucked her hard with his cock and thumb until the squeezing of her body was too much and he succumbed to his own inevitable release.

  “Ginny.” Her name was a growl on his lips as he leaned his head against her shoulder and, shuddering, lost everything he had inside her.

  ***

  She couldn’t move. And it had nothing to do with having Carter plastered to her back, his cock still buried inside her. His pulse beat against her spine and his ragged breath burst over her shoulder in a wash of moist heat.

  “Wow.” Virginia hadn’t meant to say the word out loud but her brain was still foggy with post-earth-shattering climax confusion.

  “Ditto,” Carter spoke against her shoulder. His lips moving over her skin in a delicious caress that sent a shiver down her spine. “Give me a sec and I’ll stop crushing you to death.”

  “I’m okay.” And she was. She was so okay it scared her.

  She’d never had sex like that. Her insides still quivered and her pulse hammered in her veins—in her ears. Satisfaction and contentment had never gone hand-in-hand before. She had to leave. But the urge to stay—to fuck Carter again—spiralled through her.

  And the need to cuddle up against him.

  That wouldn’t do.

  Virginia May Wexworth didn’t cuddle. She had hot sex and when the deed was done she walked away. Easily. Carter was already different.

  For a start she knew him. She’d told him things she’d told no other. Not even her closest friend Darla knew what Carter knew. God. In the last two years she’d been more open—vulnerable—with him than taking her clothes off and letting him fuck her could ever make her.

  He shifted, braced his hands on the desk either side of her head and pushed up. A shudder followed by burning need ran through her as he slowly slid his cock out of her sensitive pussy. The man was still hard and all sorts of naughty thoughts raced around her mind before she shut them down and reminded herself she never had seconds.

  “Let me grab something to clean up with.” Carter was gone before she could answer.

  Levering herself up, Virginia took stock of the carnal arch cramping her muscles. She heard water running, and turning to the right saw there was a small bathroom off the side of the office. Now that she had something other than hot sex on the brain, she took in her surroundings.

  The office was well appointed. Her background told her the furnishings, the computer system, weren’t cheap. One thing that had impressed her from the moment she’d stepped inside Boyd’s Bar was the quality of the place. Her gaze landed on the clothes crumpled on the floor where they’d been dropped or tossed. Even Carter’s clothes weren’t cheap.

  Not that anything was obvious, like Nella with her moneyed socialite ways or Lana with her brash look-what-I’ve-got personality showed they had money. But to those who knew the signs, it was apparent that Carter was doing more than all right for himself.

  “Here.” He held out a cloth. “Let me clean you up.”

  “Oh my God, are you for real?” Virginia pushed his hand away. “I’ll just use the bathroom.”

  She strode past him, her head high, and tried not to look at the man. He was still naked. Still hard. And Virginia’s eyes seemed to have a mind of their own because they zeroed right in on that erection like it was the first and last thing they’d ever see.

  Her throat constricted. Her pussy too. God, the man was built. Gloriously long and thick and she’d had that inside her… Before she could give in and ask for a do-over, Virginia forced her head away and her feet to move.

  Closing the door between them, she leaned back against it and took a deep breath. How the hell was she going to find the strength to walk away from him?

  ***

  Carter scrubbed a hand down his face. He wasn’t sure what to do now. Put his clothes on? He would except Ginny’s were tangled with his on the floor, which meant she’d come out of the bathroom naked and he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable by covering up before her.

  He was treading on eggshells and he knew it. One wrong move and she’d bolt and never come back. Contrary to what his brothers said, he wasn’t stupid where women were concerned. He’d never have been dumb enough to walk away if he were married to her, that’s for sure. What kind of fuckwit had she married?

  The door opened a crack. “Would you mind passing me my clothes please?” Her voice was crisp, a tone he’d never heard before, and he had to assume it was the one she used in her everyday life.

  “Sure.” Carter gathered up her things, trying not to crumple them any more than they already were. He walked over and held them out. “Here.”

  “Thank you.” The door snapped shut.

  “Oo-kay then.” Well, that solved one problem. He scooped up his jeans and shirt. No point being the only naked one.

  He was dressed and leaning his arse against his desk—the one he’d just fucked Ginny on—when she emerged from behind the shut door. He watched her for a moment and realised if he didn’t say something, she wasn’t going to. “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” There was that frosty tone again.

  Carter wondered if she used it as a shield to keep people away. He figured a lot of people wouldn’t approach her on looks alone, but when she opened that mouth and formed words dripping with ice…well, it would take someone with a thick hide or a thick head to keep coming at her.

  He shrugged. “No reason. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “You promised no questions.”

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sp; “What?”

  “You said you’d stop asking questions so we could have hot, sweaty, no strings sex.”

  Carter laughed. He couldn’t help it. And when she arched a brow and looked down her nose at him he only laughed harder. Obviously not the reaction she was after.

  “Really.” She spun on her heel and headed for the door.

  Oh no. Not happening. He lunged forward, grabbed her wrist and spun her back. “Before you go.” Carter smashed his mouth to hers.

  He took them deep. Thrusting his tongue between her lips he left no room for protest. He took. He conquered. He devoured.

  And when he was done he lifted his head and stared her straight in the eyes. “See you later.”

  ***

  See you later.

  See you later? What the hell was that? Did he think they would hook up again?

  A shiver rolled over her. God, she wanted to. Against all her better judgement she wanted another go-round with Carter. Hell, she wanted a hundred. Even then it might not be enough.

  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 shudde
red, 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.”