Page 96 of Above All Else
Mom nodded, her smile stretching. “Of course. And does Carter fit into that balance?”
My heart thudded in my chest as June bit the inside of hercheek, dimpling the flesh.”Mom—“
“I think you know Carter has always beenveryimportant to me.“ Her hand clasped mine beneath the table as she gave a tight-lipped smile, drawing my hand toward her clit. “He’s all I ever think about.”
My brows raised, my cock swelling.
Mom set her wineglass down, her fingers tracing the rim. “I’m glad to hear that, June. I only want what’s best for Carter. He’s worked so hard to get where he is, and I just want to ensure he’s with someone who can support him.”
June’s warm smile percolated in my chest. “I support Carter in everything he does. I know how hard he works, and I’m proud of him.”
Our eyes collided, and the dinner table dissolved from around us.
She thought that?
Or was she saying what my mother wanted to hear?
A twinkle in her eye had my heart racing and my cock twitching.
“I care about him a lot, Mrs. Morgan. I always have, and I’d never do anything to jeopardize what he’s worked for.”
My mother’s eyes softened as her lips curved upward as if June spoke the magic words, striking down the hard exterior I’d never known her to have. “I can see that.” Mom picked up her fork and pierced a piece of chicken. “And please, call me Linda. We’ve been family for a long time now.”
I rubbed her clit, causing her to jolt forward with a slightgasp. She righted herself and gave my mother a tentative smile. “Thank you, Linda.”
Susan leaned into June and whispered in her ear, then pulled away as I circled her clit. June grinned back at her, the happiness in her spreading across the table like sunbeams.
Or is it because I’m teasing her?
Can I get her to come in front of our parents?
She sank back in her chair, and I studied her face, the muscles in my forearms strained, her center slippery and ready.
God, I need her.
My cock throbbed.
“How’s the knife business treating you, James?” My father asked.
James perked up for the first time in days and jabbered on about the business he’d cultivated, grew, and then sold before retiring two years ago.
I can take her in the bathroom down the hall and fuck her—make her scream beneath my hand as I pound into her.
Or I can leave her hot and needy and then take my time with her...
I slipped my hand away from her heat—her glare firing daggers into my soul. A devilish grin dragged across my lips as I brought my fingers to my lips and licked.
My mother dropped her fork onto her plate and groaned. “I am stuffed.”
June jumped, her eyes dropping to her empty plate—her cheeks burning rosy red.
I haven’t had my fill just yet.
Standing, I cleared the table while June started a story about her students, my mother barking with laughter. Decaf coffee dribbled from the coffeemaker as I brought out the dessert.
“Ooh, Carter.“ Susan ogled the pudding in front of her. “What is this? It smells divine.”
“It’s a traditional Indian dessert calledkheerorpayesh. I order it every time.”