Playboy Pilot(55)

I laughed against her mouth and nodded as I unbuckled, letting Gordon’s giant trousers fall to the floor. I ripped the condom with my teeth and somehow managed to get it on without putting her down. I gasped upon sinking into her. She was already fully wet.

“Fuck. I can’t ever let you go now, Perky. You know that, right? This feels too good. Too damn good.” I was already addicted, and there was no way I could fathom not having this in my life anymore—not having her in my life.

“Carter…” she moaned.

I thrust in to her. “Kendall.”

Again. “Kendall.”

Again. “Fuck, Kendall. How am I gonna fly planes ever again when all I want to do is this for the rest of my life?”

She suddenly started to spasm around my cock, and I immediately came in response. Her back slammed against the door as I pumped in and out of her, still needing more when there was nothing left to give.

Beads of sweat were pouring off of us. Speaking against her limp body, I said, “I feel like I’ve lost my damn mind over you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I don’t even know where my fucking pants are! All I know is I can’t let you go, baby.” I held her close. “I can’t let you go.”

My heart was racing faster than it ever had after sex. I knew that was because for the first time in my life, it wasn’t just sex; it was so much more.





THE SMELL OF BACON wafted through the air. Wrapping the sheet around my naked body, I followed my nose to the kitchen. I stopped at the doorway to take in the scene before me. Carter was completely naked, his taut ass swaying back and forth as he stood in front of the stove frying bacon while belting out the Beatles I Got a Woman along with the radio. It was seriously an astounding sight. The epitome of Carter Clynes’ magnetism was on full display—gorgeous, confident, playful, loving, a little crazy, and a whole lot magical.

When he caught me leaning against the doorway, I felt his smile inside of my chest. My heart swelled watching him walk to me, take one hand in his, and wrap the other around my back. Carter pulled me close and lead with a strong hand as we slow danced together.

He sang the words of the song with his mouth at my ear.

I got a woman.

I got a woman.

It was one of those beautiful moments in life that felt like a dream. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted us to last forever.

The song ended, and Carter pressed his lips to my forehead. “Morning, beautiful.”

God, there couldn’t possibly be a better way to start a day, could there? “How long have you been up?” I asked.

“Not long. Maybe a half-hour.”

Smoke was billowing from the frying pan behind him. “Umm…I think you’re burning the bacon.”

“Shit.” He rushed to the stove and twisted the dial to turn down the flame. The sizzling bacon made a loud crackle, followed by a snap, right before a burst of hot oil splattered hitting Carter in the abs. “Ouch. Shit! Damn it.”

I giggled. “You might want to think about putting some pants on before you burn the good parts.”

Waving the spatula at me, he said, “The good parts, huh? You mean my hands?”

“Well…those are pretty good. But not what I was worrying about you injuring.”

He pointed to his lips and grinned. “My mouth? That must be what you’re worried about.”

“That’s definitely good, too. Especially that little thing you do with your tongue where you swirl it around and then flutter.”

His pupils dilated, and his voice was low and gravelly. “You like that, huh?”

My cheeks flushed thinking about how he’d brought me to orgasm more than once with his mouth. I nodded.

Without taking his eyes off of me, he reached back, turned the flame completely off, and slid the pan from the hot burner to the cool one to the right. “I don’t even remember what we were talking about anymore.”

“I had suggested you cover up a certain body part so it didn’t get burned with bacon grease splatter.”

“Oh I’m gonna cover it alright.” He took a few long strides to where I was still standing and surprised me by scooping me up and tossing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. “Gonna cover it with your gorgeous pussy in about ten seconds.”

He swatted my ass as he headed toward the bedroom.

“What about the bacon?”

“Fuck breakfast. I’m going to eat you.”





IT WAS EARLY AFTERNOON before we even thought about real food again. Carter had just microwaved one of the Tupperware containers in his fridge, and we were sitting in bed eating goulash by passing the container back and forth between us. He slurped an egg noodle into his mouth while making his eyes go cross. It was something a six year old might do, and that made me wonder what Carter might have looked like as a young boy.