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I wrapped my arms around Carter and pressed myself against him again. Carter's hands traveled down my back and came to rest on my butt. He gently kneaded my buttocks and pressed my hips against his. Just like before, I felt his erection, and Carter's arousal transferred to me. I rubbed against him and felt him grow even harder. My skin tingled all over my body, and now my core began to burn as well. I wanted to...
At that moment, Carter let go of me.
Isabella Abbott! Get a grip. You've known the guy for less than two hours. Yes, he's attractive. Yes, he kisses like no other. Yes, he even seems nice. But that doesn't mean you have to indulge in the wildest fantasies.
But why not?
They were just fantasies.
Because you'd love to put them into action.
I looked into Carter's bright blue eyes. He winked at me. What was that supposed to mean? Was he also getting carried away with fantasy?
"I wish I could get punished like that." Mira's laughter interrupted my thoughts. She planted a kiss on my cheek. "Come on, to the bar." With these words, she grabbed my arm and pulled me along. Carter followed us.
"What are you drinking there?"
"Tequila Sunrise, what else?" Fiona called out.
"Perfect for a bachelorette party!" Carter replied. "Another round!" This call was for the bartender. "But only for the ladies. I'll have another Glenfiddich."
"You don't like Tequila Sunrise?"
"Hmmm..." Carter mused as he sat on one of the bar stools and simply pulled me with him, so that I was sitting on his lap and could smell his masculine scent. Sandalwood and something else I couldn't identify. Yes, this position on Carter's lap suited me exceptionally well. Especially since Carter's hand was caressing my thigh and hips.
"I especially like Tequila Sunrise when I can taste it on your lips," Carter whispered in my ear and continued to caress me. The spots where he touched me tingled lightly at first, then more intensely. And I caught myself wishing Carter's hand would find other paths...
Isabella Abbott!
Again, I called myself to order. This was Fiona's evening. I couldn't steal her spotlight.
"Girls! We mustn't forget what we've prepared for Fiona," I grinned as the bartender slid five Tequila Sunrises across the counter and handed Carter a whisky.
"Oh yeaah, Isabella's right! Just because she got engaged doesn't mean you're off the hook, Fiona." That was Judy.
"I just hope you've prepared fun tasks for me too," Fiona giggled expectantly. "Though I can't get engaged anymore, I already am." She giggled again and raised her glass. "To an unforgettable evening!"
"To an unforgettable evening," we repeated in unison.
For me, the evening was already unforgettable.
After we had all taken a big sip, Judy cleared her throat. She had organized this evening. "So Fiona, the first task for the bride is..." She didn't get any further because at that moment Carter's phone suddenly rang. Carter managed to retrieve the smartphone from his suit's breast pocket without letting go of me. He glanced briefly at the display.
"I'm sorry, but I have to take this. I can't postpone it." With these words, he elegantly but firmly let me slide off his lap and hurried outside. I felt oddly abandoned, even though I knew Carter would be back soon.
Who could he be talking to?
Possibly... his wife?
He had introduced me as his fiancée, but I had no idea if he was already committed to someone else. A man with his looks and charisma couldn't possibly still be single, could he?
This thought stung my heart.
Isabella Abbott! What's wrong with you? You barely know the man. And anyway... this is just about fun!
"So what's my first task?" Fiona interrupted my thoughts. The girls had apparently forgotten about Carter as soon as he left the room.
"Well," Judy began again.