Page 62 of Forbidden Eyes
“There are other ways I can make you come, Carter. I might be innocent, but I’m a quick learner.”
“That’s a slutty mouth you’ve got there, young lady.”
It isn’t changing my mind, though. She’s not getting anything, not until I can get my dick back inside her. I palm my hand a few more times, digging the fingers in and rubbing all the sweet spots I can find, then pull out and stand, dumping her legs back down on the lounger.
“Go get dressed,” I say, picking up my coffee again. “You’ve got twenty minutes.” She mumbles something to herself and stays exactly where she is, apparently not liking taking orders. I smirk and sip the coffee again, barely managing to contain the thought of getting inside her again, protection or not. “Sophia, you want a countdown before I act without any sense?” That seems to shift her ass. Doesn’t stop her brushing her hand over mine on the way past, though, or continuing to mumble something about me being an entitled asshole on the way.
She doesn’t know the half of it.
The moment she's gone, I pick up my phone from the table and call Karl Stanton to ask for a favour. Not that I’m owed one, but he’ll deliver. He always does. I want down time. Just a day of it before the shit comes calling for me. If there’s anyone in this place who can get me what I want within an hour it’s Karl.
* * *
“You have a boat?” she asks, watching it come in to dock.
Karl pulls it in, easing what looks to be a million dollars’ worth of sleek, black machine along the jetty down towards us. “And who’s that?”
“No. And someone you’re never going to spend any time with,” I mutter, walking the boards to meet him. Not on my watch, and certainly not considering the thoughts that will be running all around his depraved mind. Where the hell she even got those miniscule fucking shorts from is beyond me. Add in the bikini top, and, well, any man is fucked.
“Carter,” Karl calls, cutting the engine and jumping down from the boat. I smile at him and block his view of Fia, my chest making it fucking clear she isn’t to be looked at or discussed. “And Sofia Vico. Curious coupling.” Fuck. Trust the man who knows just about everything, and everyone, to know the one face I hoped he wouldn’t.
“We’re not a couple,” I reply, watching as Fia walks past me.
“Sorry, do I know you?” she asks.
“And you don’t breathe a word of this, Karl. To anyone.” He looks at her and then me, a wry smile on his face. “Maseratis aren’t the only thing that can be broken.”
“As you’re probably going to find out,” he says, chuckling and throwing the keys at me.
He nods at her, a smile on his face that could win the devil over. “Karl Stanton. At your service. Or not, as the case might be, because I clearly haven’t seen you,” he says, shaking her hand like the gentleman he definitely isn’t. “You kids have a good time. Give me a call when you’re done with it and leave the keys at the boat house.”
My eyes watch him walk off, some part of me wishing he hadn’t said any of that because it’s just brought back everything I was trying not to think about. Her, too, I guess. I turn to look back at her, expecting a sad expression, and find her already up on the boat, kicking her shoes off with her fingers waggling at me for the keys.
“Come on,” she shouts. “Let’s go explore.”
Alright then.
I jump up with her and try to move her out of the way so I can get to the wheel, only to have her block me and cross her arms defiantly.
“And the last time you drove one of these was?” she asks.
“I don’t know. Couple of years back, I guess.”
“Right, well, keys then please.”
I hand them over to her, amused at her attitude and wondering what the fuck else she’s going to surprise me with. Let’s see what little girls can do with big ass machines.
“You crash it, you’re paying for it.”
She scoffs and switches it on, seeming to know where everything is and beginning to reverse without any instruction from me. I sit and watch her small frame owning the thing, sunglasses in place as she starts ramping up the accelerator to get us out of here. Fuck, if that’s not sexy as sin, especially when she manoeuvres it perfectly and starts turning us out into the open water, hair flowing out behind her, fingers gripping lightly as if she’s done this her whole life. She looks sad, though, that Vico frown front and centre.
“You know boats?”
“Yeah,” she mumbles, looking out to the horizon and amping up the speed. “Dad taught me. Fastest way to get us out of trouble from our house if we ever need it.”
Fuck.
That’s the last thing I wanted for the day.