Precious Lace(12)

"You. Are. Moving. In. With. Me. Tonight," he ground out through thrusts. "I won't live separately from my wife anymore. I gave you all of the time I can give you. You’re mine and I want everyone to know it."

"Oh, Carter." The gasp of pleasure escaped my throat.

"You’re moving in with me. Say it."

"Carter," I panted.

"No." He pumped faster, barreling into me with all of the force he had in his body. "You're moving in, say it."

"Carter, please." A choked moan escaped my throat.

"Say it," he ground through his teeth as his finger pressed and pulled on my clit.

"Yes, Carter. God, yessss," I hissed as my orgasm tore through my body.

"Fuck, Eva." He thrust in and out then his own release hit him as I felt him shudder inside me. His chest heaved breathless pants and his hands slid up my torso, past the exposed flesh of my arms until the reached my wrists. He smoothed over the sensitive skin there and then slowly released them from the bar.

"Are you okay?" he whispered as he held me against his body.

"Mhmm," I sighed as my head lay against his shoulder.

"I love you, beautiful girl." He worked his thumbs over my wrists, soothing the muscles.

"Mhmm."

"Tell me you love me." His palm rubbed the muscles at my neck.

"I love you, you unbearable and controlling man." I smiled up at him.

"There's my girl." He ran a hand down my hair. "Let's finish dinner." He flicked the light off and we exited the closet as if we had every right to be there in the first place.

"How did you know that closet was there?" I whispered as we walked back to the table hand in hand.

"I own the restaurant." He waited while I slid into the booth. I arched a brow in surprise. He only shrugged with a small smile.

"Full of surprises, Mr. Morgan."

"Keeping you on your toes, Mrs. Morgan."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Finish your meal so I can take you home."

"Home, huh?" I watched him.

"You did say you'd move in with me." His eyes flashed to mine in challenge.

"While you were fucking me in a coat closet."

"I’ll take what I can get." He gave me that delicious panty-dropping grin and then took another sip of his scotch.

"By the way, I’ll be making weekly stops at La Perla at the rate you're going." I speared a scallop with my fork and popped it in my mouth.

"I’ll gladly buy you beautiful undergarments every week if you let me rip them off your delectable body." He shot a crooked grin at me.

"Pervy panty collector," I mumbled.

He turned his head and the corners of his mouth lifted in an amused grin. "Pervy panty collector, huh? I kind of like that…" his voice trailed off as mirth danced in his steely blue eyes.

"God, you would Carter." I rolled my eyes as I took another bite.





Six





Thursday night I stayed at Carter's and the next morning he went into work. I had distracted myself all week with work and as a result I had submitted a few articles early, so I had all day Friday to myself. I lounged in his beautiful townhouse, our townhouse as Carter kept insisting, before leaving to run errands and hit Newbury Street for some shopping.

I was sifting through a rack of clothes in the back of a new boutique when I heard a conversation from a dressing room. Just as I started to move away, a certain name hit my ears that piqued my interest.

"He's just using her. Carter Morgan doesn't do relationships. Her hold over him will expire and then he'll be back. He always comes back."

My mouth dropped open and a few angry tears pooled in my eyes. It was Nikki. It had to be. I knew Madeleine’s voice and it definitely wasn't her. My heart thudded in my ears as I wondered what to do. I wanted to run. I glanced at the door, counting the steps until I could be out of the store but my brain had ceased to function. My feet were cemented to the floor.

"Are you okay, Miss?" A sales associate passed me with a concerned glance. I nodded slowly, but could tell I didn't look it by her expression. I clenched my fists as my brain turned hazy. Just then Nikki and her companion walked out of the dressing rooms. She glanced at me and her eyes flickered in recognition.

Of course she knew who I was. A picture of Carter and me had hit the gossip blogs the morning after the gala.

A snide grin spread across her face. She knew I’d overheard.

"Evangeline Austin." She gave me a wide smile. Her companion's eyes flicked to mine with the same grin spread across her face.

"Nice to finally meet you." Her tone dripped with sarcasm. "I didn't realize you could afford to shop on Newbury, or are you shopping here on Carter's account? He likes his girls to look the part.” She smiled as she made a point of looking me up and down. I suddenly felt dowdy next to the long-legged, thin as a rail, Russian beauty standing next to me. Why hadn't I worn heels today of all days? Because I didn't typically wear heels unless it was a special occasion. Nonetheless I cursed myself for not making the effort to look as gorgeous as she did on any given day.