Whiskey and Lace (Lace Series)

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the women that Parker had see in his rearview mirror, giggling over Carter, their hands on his chest, his lips on theirs. My heart clenched. I hated knowing that Carter had a past, but the only thing I could do was avoid thinking about it, which could be hard when it came up to bite me in the ass so regularly. 
    Parker maneuvered through the congested Boston traffic and my thoughts drifted back to the sweet few days Carter and I had spent together in New York. When things were good with us, they were so good, but when they were bad, it was like the bottom fell out beneath us.
    Parker pulled up to the curb of The Hancock and I slid out and gave him a nod of thanks. 
    Carter's secretary waved me into his office with a smile. I walked in and Carter looked up from his desk with loving eyes and a genuine smile. 
    "Come here." He patted his lap. I walked to him, sat down and draped my arms around his neck. "I missed you." He nuzzled into my hair. 
    "It's only been a few hours." I twisted his silky hair between my fingers with a smile. I had missed him too. 
    "What can I say? You're like a drug, I can't live without a taste of you for long." His lips curved up in a sexy grin. I pressed my lips to his softly. 
    "I’ve got something for you." He waggled his eyebrows at me and reached down to pull a white shopping bag up from the floor. I peaked inside and giggled. 
    "I went to La Perla this morning, I thought it was about time I replaced all those panties I’ve been going through." He grinned. Various colors of lace peeked through tissue paper. 
    "Where are all my undies at anyway?" I arched and eyebrow at him. A slow grin spread across his face as he slid open a drawer of his desk to reveal the torn and tattered lace of my panties. 
    "Quite the collector. Isn't that charming." I rolled my eyes.
    "I need something to jog my memory of your hot body when you're not here." His warm hand slid underneath my shirt and caressed my breast. My breathing hitched and I kissed him deeply. 
    "Come on, up you go. You've got to get ready for dinner." He lifted me off his lap and slapped my bottom. "Use my shower if you want, there's something in there for you to wear."
    "Ok." I skipped into the bathroom in his office and peeled out of my jeans and shirt. "Want to join me?" I threw my bra out into his office with a smile. His eyes widened for a minute and then he stalked after me like a cat stalking its prey. I giggled and ducked into the shower, turning on the water so he wouldn’t follow me. He held my eyes with an intense gaze and loosened his tie and slipped it over his head, then shrugged the suit jacket off of his shoulders. My heart began to pound when I realized I would have company in the shower after all. He undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, his eyes never leaving mine, and then yanked his shirt out of his pants. 
    My heart hammered and my nipples hardened and ached in anticipation of his touch. I held eye contact with him while I slid my hand down my slippery body. My fingers found my aching bundle of nerves and began to massage in slow circles. His eyes widened at me and I could see his breathing pick up. I took a deep breath and leaned back against the tile wall of the shower, letting the water cascade down my body. My head tipped back and I began to massage harder, while my other hand slid up to my breast to play with my nipple. 
    I bit my lip and a moan rolled out of my throat. Carter licked his lips and then popped the button and dropped his trousers to the floor in one swift move. He stepped into the shower with me and placed his hand over mine to feel me touching myself. He took my nipple in his mouth and tugged with his teeth. My back arched into him as he pressed my hand harder into myself. A feral growl escaped his throat and then he dropped to the floor on his knees and held my thighs open with his strong hands as he attacked me with his mouth. I moaned loudly and ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled

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