Page 35 of Forever After All (Pine Harbour #2)

Alice

A fter ten minutes, I make my excuses to leave. "Brenna, I'll be back, soon, okay? I forgot to do something." I squeeze my colleague's arm and she looks at me.

"Forgot to do your boyfriend, I'm guessing?" She shimmies in her seat, and I laugh.

"Something like that, yeah." I grin and wink at her before sneaking out the doors at the back of the room. I walk through the quiet lobby of the building. My shoes click on the tile and it echoes through the building as there’s no other noise to fill the large space.

I press the lift for the third floor and walk off into a dark corridor.

As I start walking, the automatic lights switch on, illuminating the path as I go.

All the corridors in this building look the same, and unless you know where you're going, you could easily get lost. The corridors may have automatic lights, but every one of the meeting rooms, offices, and other rooms are operated by switches, so only the corridors are lit up.

I clutch the handle to meeting room D-Four and open the door, letting myself in.

I don't turn the light on as there is plenty of light pollution and moonlight cascading in from the windows. I click the door shut behind me and sit on the desk, waiting for Carter to find me. Kicking off my shoes, they hit the office floor with a thud. I wiggle my toes back to life. After being squished into heels for the first time in years, it feels good to be barefoot. I suggested this room because it’s the farthest room away from the lift on this floor.

Floor three is occupied by human resources and the corporate social responsibility team, and they’re nowhere to be found on the weekend, so I know we are unlikely to be disturbed.

After a few minutes, I hear footsteps approach the meeting room.

"Alice?" Carter asks, poking his head in through the door.

I look over my shoulder and catch sight of him in his suit, his tie already loosened a little, and his suit jacket unbuttoned, revealing his white shirt that pulls taut across his chest, the top button undone.

I motion for him to come forward by curling my finger.

"Sit," I urge, and without needing to be told again, he steps in front of me and sits down in the chair to face me.

I lean down to kiss him and pull his bottom lip in between my teeth, adding a little more pressure than needed, before pulling away and releasing it.

Carter reaches up to run a finger over his lip before pushing forward to cup my breasts in his hands. He attempts to bury his face in my chest, but I push him away by the shoulders.

"Nuh-uh, no touching," I reprimand him and gently glide my fingers up his arms and neck, before undoing his tie and pulling it out from under his collar. I take his hand and push it into the arm of the chair, before fastening it in place with the tie.

"Kinky," he says, raising an eyebrow.

"This is going to be worth your while, big guy," I purr as I run my hands up his thighs. Kneeling between his legs, I press a kiss to the bulge beneath his pants and dramatically moan into his lap.

"Fucccccccck," he groans, unable to contain himself with my mouth so close to his dick. He gently holds my hair up before tipping my head back slowly to look at him. I slowly unfasten his belt and pull it away from his body.

"Let go of me," I demand, and he immediately releases his grip. Taking Carter's free hand, I press it into the arm of the chair too and entwine his belt with his wrist and chair to prevent him from moving, securing it a little tighter than needed.

"I thought the punishment for pissing you off was spending thirty thousand dollars of my money?" Carter asks sarcastically .

"Oh, no, that was the warm-up, Carter." I wink at him, and he pulls slightly against his temporary restraints.

"If this is punishment, princess, I'm gonna piss you off every day.” He grins in his seat.

With Carter tied to the chair, I sit on the desk in front of him and pull my dress up over my thighs, exposing my smooth centre to him.

The gold fabric moves like water and I take delight in moving the dress over my skin, painfully slowly, until it pools around my waist. I don't take my eyes off him as his gaze rakes up and down my body.

"Take this as your punishment, Mr. Green. " I grin at him.

"What are you doing to me? Have you been wearing no fucking underwear this entire night, Alice?" He groans, trying to lunge forward to break away from the chair he’s secured to.

Honestly, what did he think was going to happen when he willingly gave me his tie and his belt?

"Oopsie." I look down at myself. "I suppose I forgot to put them on." I grin. My voice laced with the sickly sweetness of candy.

The noise that comes out of him is feral. I see the bulge against his straining pants, begging to be released, and I sit back, pressing my foot against his bulge, flexing my toes against him through the fabric of his pants.

"Alice, princess, let me touch you," he asserts his need to get closer to me, and I take great satisfaction in knowing what’s coming next.

Leaning back, I prop myself up against the desk on one hand and slide a finger up my bare entrance. Exaggerating the moan that comes out of me, I let my eyes flutter closed and purse my lips as I touch myself. I spread my legs wider, running my fingers through my wet heat, stopping at my clit.

Self-pleasure is a huge thing for me, but having someone watch me get myself off brings an entire new excitement. Carter woke this monster when he fucked me against the window, and now he's got to live with the consequences. I lift my fingers to show Carter they’re coated in my wetness.

"All of this just for you," I tease.

"Let me fucking touch you, Alice. I need you." Hearing his voice full of desperation turns me on more than I thought possible.

I shift further back on the desk and my bare ass makes a satisfying slap against the cold wood as I sit.

I shake my head, letting him know that getting any closer to me right now is not going to happen.

"Shh. Down boy," I tease as I begin rubbing circles around my bud of nerves.

Bucking my hips, my eyes don't leave his as I pleasure myself and force him to watch.

"This is pure torture, Alice," he says through heavy breaths as I moan over the top of his voice .

Rubbing myself in just the right way, I make myself come over the desk. My head falls to the side a little as my thighs clench together, trapping my hand between my legs.

"Mmm," I whimper, breathing erratically. The fire in his eyes becoming more intense with every passing second.

"Fuck. That was so hot. Untie me. Right now." The need in his voice spills out of him.

I hop off the desk and bend forward, smoothing my dress back down my thighs.

"Oh no, I left a wet spot," I whisper, then plant a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Untie me, Alice," he begs. "I'll do whatever the fuck you want, just untie me."

"Sorry, no can do. I've got somewhere to be," I say with a sweet tone and shrug.

"Princess, if you want me to fuck you, you need to let me go right now,” he pleads.

“If you want me to fuck your tight pussy, I’ll do that.

If you want me to fuck your mouth…with pleasure.

If you want me to fuck your ass, I will bend you over this desk right now.

Just let me fucking go." He pulls again against his restraints.

"I tell you what, I'll untie one of your hands and then it's up to you to do the rest. It would be a shame if you don’t catch me, though." I undo the belt, dropping it to the floor and leave the tie in place, then I turn on my heels and skip out of the room, not giving him a second look.

"You'd better start running, princess, because when I catch you, you won't sit for a week," he roars as he fights with the chair as I exit the room.

I start to run, laughing to myself down the entire length of the corridor as my feet thud against the floor.

I hear the door swing open behind me, bashing into the wall, before his footsteps catch up to mine.

I scream with a giggle as Carter's large hand slaps me across the ass, the noise bounces around the corridor.

He wraps his hand around my upper arm, swinging me round to face him as he smashes his body into mine.

"Princess, I told you I was going to fuck you like I loved you, so that's exactly what I'm going to do.

" And then he drags me back to the empty office, before pulling my dress back up to my waist. Sweeping everything off the desk he pushes me down against it.

My back arches in response to the cold wood against it, and Carter presses his large palm into my tummy, forcing me against the wood until I let out a small squeal. "You deserved that." He grins.

Carter unfastens his pants without attempting to undress any further and pulls his dick free.

I swallow in anticipation of feeling him inside of me.

He stands over me with so much lust in his eyes, then steadies himself against the desk with one hand, and slides the head of his cock against my entrance with the other.

Holding the base of it, he rubs himself—the full length of me. Once, twice, three times, before pushing himself inside of me, and I gasp, the connection I’ve been missing is back.

" Fuccccck ," he moans as he slides himself in as far as he can go "I've missed you," he whispers.

"I've missed you too," I whisper back. Releasing his grip on the desk, Carter stands up straighter before wrapping his arms around my thighs, pulling me back against him.

"Oh my god," I choke out and feel myself constrict around his length. Carter lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder, then kisses the length of my calf as he rocks against me, deep and slow.

"I love you," he pants against my skin.

"I love you too," I reply breathlessly as my hips roll against him.

"I'm never going to stop telling you how much I love you, princess." He looks down into my eyes and we don't break eye contact again. "Fuck, you're so perfect, you look so beautiful being taken like this. You feel incredible." He reaches out with his free hand to squeeze my hip.

"Tell me again," I purr, begging to feel more of him.

"I love you," he says between three hard thrusts. Each one threatens to send me backwards across the desk, but his fingers are still laced around my legs, holding me in place. He kisses my calf again. "The only thing better than loving you, is when you come on my dick."

And before I have a chance to respond, with one final thrust he triggers the orgasm that was already preparing to release. My body floods with heat, and I whine, convulsing against the desk as my eyes roll. My arms go limp at my sides and I struggle to speak or move.

It tips Carter over the edge too, but instead of finishing inside of me, he pulls out at the last second. Releasing his grip on my thigh, my leg thuds against the desk, and Carter stands over me to paint my thighs with his cum. A deep, satisfied noise emanates from his chest.

"Just when I thought you couldn't look any sexier…" He stands back, and I prop myself up on my elbows, taking long, deep breaths. Looking down at my thighs, I see a bead of cum drip off my leg onto the desk. "Such a dirty girl, covered in me, mmm. "

I grin at him, so satisfied after thinking about him filling me for days.

Carter leaves the room for a couple of minutes, returning with a damp face cloth he got from one of the PR packages the company sends.

He wipes my thighs, and taps my leg, encouraging me to open them further, gently running the cloth over me, cleaning up the evidence that he was ever there at all.

Still sensitive from my orgasm, I wiggle a little and my leg twitches as he wipes the cloth between my legs.

After discarding the cloth in the trash, Carter holds his hand out for me and pulls me to sitting on the desk. I stand, turning to look out of the window as I shake my dress back down over my hips until it cascades down my legs once again.

"Marry me," I hear him say and I spin around to face him. He’s on both knees on the floor.

Carter shuffles forward a little on his knees, and wraps his arms around me, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him. He presses the side of his face into my stomach before releasing his hold enough to look up at me.

"Carter, are you crazy?" I ask. "Like, genuinely, do you need some help? We've been official for about two weeks," I ask, wondering whether this is a practical joke or not. I’m half tempted to look for the TV crew there to tell me I got Punk’d.

"Alice, you've been my girlfriend for two weeks, but you've been mine for thirteen months, four weeks, one day, and about"—he looks at his watch—"eleven hours." He grins, like it’s completely normal to say.

"So, fourteen months then?" I ask, not knowing how else to answer, even though I’m aware I sound like an idiot.

"Not quite," he replies with a grin .

"What?" I ask, internally chastising myself for not listening when he told me he was going to marry me. I wish I was more prepared for this incredible moment.

"Will you marry me?" he asks again. "I swear to god, princess, I'll beg you, on my knees, every fucking day if I need to. Alice, I am not worthy of you, but I'll spend every day of my life trying to be."

I nod my head and whisper, "Yes, yes I'll marry you." I press my hand to my mouth to stem the girly urge to scream and jump up and down.

"Say that again." He grins up at me, looking like the happiest man on the planet, and it fills my heart with so much joy.

"Yes, big guy, I'll marry you. I want to be your wife. Now, come up here and kiss me." I hold his head in my hands, and he pulls away from me to stand, then laces his arm around my back, pulling me into him.

Carter brushes my hair off my shoulder and kisses me so gently that I melt under his touch. I lean into the kiss a little more as he explores my mouth with his tongue, and butterflies swirl in my belly.

To be loved, is to be known.