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Authors: Hazel Gower
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time. I couldn’t believe this man had found me. My body hummed with pleasure, I was so close to release. I arched up reaching for my high.
Carl’s growls and grunts of enjoyment, heightened my own. He propelled himself deep into me and paused, his fingers caressing my cheek before coming to my lips, trailing the pads over them. “I’m so glad I found you. You’re amazing and you’re mine.”
Holy crap, when he said things like this it was so hard not to fall even harder than I already had for him. I loved his possessiveness and his need for me. My handsome, sexy doctor. Smiling up at him, I explored his chest with my hands. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone but you. I forgive you for kidnaping me.” I pulled him down so his face was closer to mine. “I’m yours. All yours.”
“Mine,” he mumbled. “Mine,” he repeated over and over again.
I brushed my lips over his. “Yours.”
Carl’s lips smashed down on mine and his mouth took charge, demanding everything, as he sucked my tongue and nipped hungrily at my lips. His hands eased around my back and pulled me up closer to him. I was so close and I knew Carl was ready to follow me. I could see the strain in his muscles. He pounded into me with deep, sure strokes, catching just the right spot every time. The desk shook and I heard things fall off onto the ground. I wrapped my legs tighter around him pushing him as deep as he could go. My hands come to rest on his back, clutching him to me. We panted for breath. He brushed soft delicate kisses down my neck and then nibbled just below my ear. His teeth on the sensitive spot added to everything else building within and had me falling off the cliff my body had been climbing and I exploded into a million pieces.
“Carl! Yes, oh Carl.” I screamed over and over.
He buried himself to the hilt as his body stiffened against my own and then he roared his own release and collapsed on top of me.
“You’re a screamer honey.” He chuckled against my ear.
I whacked his chest. “I am not.”
“Oh honey, I bet they’re all talking.”
I buried my face against his chest. “Oh God, I need to hide.
His whole body shook as he laughed. I loved the sound and from what I’d learned, it wasn’t usually a common sound for Carl.
Carl eased away from me and helped me get tidied up.
What I loved the most though was when we left his office and his arm slipped around my waist and held me close. He even paused and kissed my forehead and both my cheeks before he lips brushed over my own.
I could feel gazes on us and in that moment I didn’t care. In that moment I fell a little more for Carl.
* * * *
Carl
Shopping with Annabelle was an experience. I now understood those poor bastards that you saw standing out the front of stores looking like they wanted to be shot, or who would rather shovel shit instead of spending another hour walking around shops. I was now that idiot. Even our bodyguards looked miserable. I had no idea fucking cushions were so Goddamn important to décor.
“This goes with the brown lounge we chose. They add a little extra pop of color.” I dragged my gaze from looking around at the other miserable sods in the same situation as me back to my woman. She held four ‘throw’ pillows that all looked pretty much the same to me. They all had prints of the beach, sand and water on them. I couldn’t tell her that they all looked the same. If I’d learned nothing else, it was that you didn’t tell a woman that a pillow—Oh don’t call it a pillow either, it’s a ‘throw’ pillow—looks the same as the others she’s holding. Women are pack animals and if they sense one of them is having trouble with a male not understanding the art of décor they come and support their fellow pack mate, ganging up on that male enough that the said male’s bodyguards won’t even come to his aid. But as a doctor, my natural attention to details came in handy. I studied the pillows until I noticed
Carl’s growls and grunts of enjoyment, heightened my own. He propelled himself deep into me and paused, his fingers caressing my cheek before coming to my lips, trailing the pads over them. “I’m so glad I found you. You’re amazing and you’re mine.”
Holy crap, when he said things like this it was so hard not to fall even harder than I already had for him. I loved his possessiveness and his need for me. My handsome, sexy doctor. Smiling up at him, I explored his chest with my hands. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone but you. I forgive you for kidnaping me.” I pulled him down so his face was closer to mine. “I’m yours. All yours.”
“Mine,” he mumbled. “Mine,” he repeated over and over again.
I brushed my lips over his. “Yours.”
Carl’s lips smashed down on mine and his mouth took charge, demanding everything, as he sucked my tongue and nipped hungrily at my lips. His hands eased around my back and pulled me up closer to him. I was so close and I knew Carl was ready to follow me. I could see the strain in his muscles. He pounded into me with deep, sure strokes, catching just the right spot every time. The desk shook and I heard things fall off onto the ground. I wrapped my legs tighter around him pushing him as deep as he could go. My hands come to rest on his back, clutching him to me. We panted for breath. He brushed soft delicate kisses down my neck and then nibbled just below my ear. His teeth on the sensitive spot added to everything else building within and had me falling off the cliff my body had been climbing and I exploded into a million pieces.
“Carl! Yes, oh Carl.” I screamed over and over.
He buried himself to the hilt as his body stiffened against my own and then he roared his own release and collapsed on top of me.
“You’re a screamer honey.” He chuckled against my ear.
I whacked his chest. “I am not.”
“Oh honey, I bet they’re all talking.”
I buried my face against his chest. “Oh God, I need to hide.
His whole body shook as he laughed. I loved the sound and from what I’d learned, it wasn’t usually a common sound for Carl.
Carl eased away from me and helped me get tidied up.
What I loved the most though was when we left his office and his arm slipped around my waist and held me close. He even paused and kissed my forehead and both my cheeks before he lips brushed over my own.
I could feel gazes on us and in that moment I didn’t care. In that moment I fell a little more for Carl.
* * * *
Carl
Shopping with Annabelle was an experience. I now understood those poor bastards that you saw standing out the front of stores looking like they wanted to be shot, or who would rather shovel shit instead of spending another hour walking around shops. I was now that idiot. Even our bodyguards looked miserable. I had no idea fucking cushions were so Goddamn important to décor.
“This goes with the brown lounge we chose. They add a little extra pop of color.” I dragged my gaze from looking around at the other miserable sods in the same situation as me back to my woman. She held four ‘throw’ pillows that all looked pretty much the same to me. They all had prints of the beach, sand and water on them. I couldn’t tell her that they all looked the same. If I’d learned nothing else, it was that you didn’t tell a woman that a pillow—Oh don’t call it a pillow either, it’s a ‘throw’ pillow—looks the same as the others she’s holding. Women are pack animals and if they sense one of them is having trouble with a male not understanding the art of décor they come and support their fellow pack mate, ganging up on that male enough that the said male’s bodyguards won’t even come to his aid. But as a doctor, my natural attention to details came in handy. I studied the pillows until I noticed
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