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the bathroom, he sat back and enjoyed her working him over with her mouth. Each suck, lick and teeth graze had him closer and closer to pouring himself down her throat.
    She was making it damn hard to stop what he never should have started. Lying in bed last night after leaving her, he knew that she was going to be the death of him if he didn’t put the brakes on. She was like an addiction. Her cream was the sweetest he had ever tasted. Her pussy gripped him so tightly it was like nirvana. And when she smiled at him, it warmed him in places he never realized had gone cold.
    “Carter, I need you inside me. I… I… Please,” she pleaded before taking him in her mouth again. His daughter always took long showers, constantly using up the hot water. He was already close to the edge, so it wouldn’t take much to finish him off. Shit. He couldn’t believe he was really going to do this.
    “Climb up here,” he gritted out when her mouth pulled back with an ungodly suction.
    She stood abruptly and pulled her underwear down her long legs that peeked out under her long nightshirt. His pulse sped up, and his dick throbbed as she settled over him. He could feel the wetness and warmth of her pussy rubbing along his shaft. He aligned himself and lowered her over his pulsing cock. She cried out and he hushed her with his mouth, swallowing each of her moans. She rose and lowered on him, grinding on him magnificently. There wasn’t much room for movement on the bar stool, but it wasn’t necessary. The motion they had going was more than enough.
    The bathroom door opened and they stilled their motions. Claire’s eyes glanced nervously to the hallway on the other side of the room. It felt like forever between one door opening and another one closing, but once Elise was in her room and music started playing Claire started moving again. Within seconds he felt her contracting around him. His hand flew up and covered her mouth in enough time to hush her cries.
    Once she came down he found his release, groaning far too loudly and spilling into her. Claire kissed his neck sweetly and then looked down into his eyes. Nothing but contentment showed in hers. “The thrill of getting caught with your cock buried deep inside me was enough to set me off.” He was learning that the things Claire said when they were alone never failed to shock him. She was naughty that was for sure.
    “We better get cleaned up before Elise comes out.” He gave her a quick kiss and then helped her down. It turned him on to see his seed dripping down her thigh as she settled her shirt back down over her tight, little body. Thank God she was on birth control because he couldn’t control his impulsive reactions to her. Even though he knew he should. Maybe this trip would give him some much needed perspective.
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    Two weeks had passed since Carter left for a photo shoot in Spain. Claire felt lost and bereft without him. Her feelings scared her at how strong they were. She had never felt so passionately about anything before. That was how she knew it had to be right. Carter had changed her in ways she never thought possible. She felt like a strong, assured woman. She was no longer the young, inexperienced, unsure girl that left her parents’ overbearing household. For that she’d be forever grateful.
    Now if only he would come home, so she could show him how much he meant to her. She knew she could make him happy, and that they could make it work. He traveled most of the time when they were in school, which meant she could finish her last year of school since she was ahead with credits. After graduation, they could travel together. She would go wherever he wanted. That was the beauty of being a writer. All she needed was a notebook or laptop and a place to relax.
    Stretching out on the chaise lounge on the Davenport’s private stretch of beach, Claire soaked up the sun and tried to let it wash away the dark mood that hovered over her the longer Carter was