Getting right up in my face, he booms, “You stubborn, prideful, beautiful woman. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Me?” I yell, shoving at his muscled, unrelenting chest.
“Yes. You. Why the fuck did it take you a week to get here?”
“What?” squawks past my stunned lips.
Carter practically rolls his eyes at me. “I’ve been torturing you for a week. A week, Grace. And it isn’t until you’re cut out of a surgery that you literally had your hands in that you finally approach me?”
“I-I…” I stutter over my thoughts. “I thought this was all punishment because of what Tony said.”
Carter half laughs-half groans. “You’ve been avoiding me. Every time I try to talk to you, you run. I never see you at home because you hide from me. I put you on scut, that didn’t do it. I put you on scut for every other resident, that didn’t do it. I had to cast you out of surgery to get you to finally acknowledge me.”
“Carter…”
I’m so confused.
“Tell me why you’ve been avoiding me,” he demands, baiting me. “You didn’t want it to change us and you’re the one who’s changed. Tell me why.”
Only I can’t tell him why. Not the truth anyway. And I have no idea what to do about it now that I’m cornered.
21
“Tell me,” Carter snaps when I remain silent.
All I can do is shake my head. What do I say? That every time I’m near him, look at him, I’m pulled back to that night? That I still fantasize and get myself off to it? To him? That I’m an emotional mess and I have no idea if I’m thinking about him in this way because I never realized how lonely and bored and emotionally unstimulated I was even when I was with Tony until I slept with him?
He stares into my eyes, his face inching in closer and I hate that he’s doing this. Trying to read me. Trying to weed out every hidden thought from my head the way only he seems to know how to do.
“Tell me you haven’t been thinking about it,” he goes on. “Tell me you haven’t been replaying and reliving every second of last Saturday night in your head.” His hands meet the desk on either side of my thighs, his face so close I can see every fleck of gold and brown in his beautiful irises. “Tell me,” he demands sharply, making me jump. “Tell me you’re not here for me.”
“I…” I lick my lips. “I’m here because of the way you’ve been treating me all week.”
“Bullshit. You’ve been running and hiding because you don’t trust yourself around me. Because all you can think about is how good my cock felt inside of you. Is how hard you came when I ate your sweet-as-fuck pussy.” He takes my legs, spreading them open and stepping in between them, caging me in completely. “Admit it.”
My heart rate kicks up from a jog to a gallop as nervous adrenaline shoots through my veins.
“Carter—”
Only my words die as his hands capture my face a half-second before his lips crash down on mine. His tongue instantly dives into my mouth, taking possession of mine as a hungry growl is rent from the back of his throat. Our kiss is messy, urgent, his mouth and teeth all over me, marking my skin and bruising my lips. My breath gets tangled up in my lungs as he trails down my neck, the very tip of his tongue skating down before sucking his way back up my flesh.
I shiver against him, my belly trembling as his rough hands slide up my scrub top, ripping it up and over my head before his mouth comes back down against mine. He licks the space between my lips, sliding his tongue back inside. Deft fingers loop into the elastic holding my ponytail up before ripping it from my hair, only to massage away the sting immediately after as my hair tumbles down around me.
“I don’t give a fuck if you think it’s too soon,” he growls into my mouth. “It’s not too soon. None of this is.” His fingers go for the drawstring on my scrub pants, tearing at the knot. “I’m done being patient. I’m done waiting for my turn. No more messing around, Grace. This is happening between us. I’m going to fuck you so good on my desk you won’t be able to walk straight. Then I’m going to take you home and do it all over again.”
My body blazes with heat. Burning.
Carter is going to fuck me in ways I’ve never been fucked before. I can feel it. See it in the raw, unbridled desire in his wild gaze. And I’m here for it. My body craving that more than it craves oxygen for my next breath. I know why this is a bad idea. I know all the ways this could—and likely will—go wrong.
But in this moment, I can’t mount any form of defense.
I’m held hostage by a lust so powerful all rational thought is eclipsed by it. Still…
“If you fuck anyone else while you’re fucking me—”
His hands grasp my face, holding me firmly, his eyes right before mine, so powerful and intense I see nothing else. “Never, Grace. I am fucking you because I can’t stand not fucking you another second. Haven’t you figured it out yet? I’m yours.”
Before I can ask him exactly what that means, his mouth is back on mine, his kiss so passionate my head spins. His lips are punishing, unforgivingly fierce as they take from me. My hands grasp the strands of his hair, yanking hard as my tongue savagely rakes along his; hungry, tireless, desperate for more. I have no limit with him. My trust is boundless. My desire uncontrollable.
I scoot to the edge of the desk, wrapping my legs around his waist and rolling my hips against the hard ridge in his jeans. My hands grow greedy as they attack his shirt—this thing needed to go like ten minutes ago—and I make quick work of it, still pissed the bastard showered when I haven’t.
It hits the floor and then I explore him, nails raking over every inch of flesh they can reach. His skin is hot to the touch, electric as it pulses a current straight through me. My scrub pants get tugged off my body and then I’m being pushed back, more papers flying about the room as Carter shoves them off the desk.
“Those could be important.”
“Not as important as punishing you while eating your pussy is.”
“What—”
Only I get cut off as Carter flips me over, shoving my chest down onto his desk, my cheek against the hard wood grain.
My thong slides down my legs and now my ass is on full display to him. My pussy too since he’s widening my stance. He kneels behind me, his face now level with me, and I shut my eyes, biting down hard into my lip. I’m so exposed. So open to him. At his total mercy.
And yet, I’ve never felt sexier. More desirable than I do in this moment with his face inches from my pussy.
He grasps my ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing the globes, spreading them wide and ripping a gasp from my throat. His tongue juts out, licking the seam of my lips, toying all around my clit without giving me the pressure I need. That’s when the first smack happens. A hard clap against my ass quickly followed by another on the opposite cheek.
I jolt forward, the desk cutting into my upper thighs, my eyes shooting open in shock.
Carter is spanking me on his desk while eating me out from behind. Jesus Henry Christ, how is this even happening right now? We’re at work!
He goes back to rubbing me, still playing with me with his tongue.