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“It really is just the assignment.” I couldn’t afford to slip. Not when news of Damien’s engagement was making rounds in whispers and stares across campus. And definitely not with Carter—he’d already walked in on something he shouldn’t have. I didn’t know what kind of man he truly was beneath the smirk. He smiled again, slower this time. Something almost... genuine, but not quite. And for the first time, I noticed—Carter Hayes was attractive. Not like Damien, not that ruinous, possessive beauty that cut you open and made you beg for more. No, Carter had the kind of charm that girls giggled over in bars. The kind they wrapped themselves around for the thrill.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

I parted his cheeks and rubbed my thumb over his hole, tentatively sliding my tongue over his entrance. “Oh fuck” Carter groaned yet once again, one of his hands sliding under his forehead while the other curled in my hair. I wasn’t a man of many words, but that sight couldn’t stop even me from telling Carter how sexy he looked. So I did just that and started moving my tongue over his hole, at start gentle then quicker and more desperate. Carter became desperate for release too so I probbed my tongue inside his hole and lifted his waist so I could release his member and jerk him off.

Very fast. Carter kneels beside me, eyes dark, hungry, unrelenting. He watches, and I can’t look away. Sweetness folds into lust, into something raw and messy. He drags a finger over his bottom lip, tilts his shoulder, gives me a wink so ridiculous it takes his whole jaw to pull off. Then because he’s Carter he salutes me. Two fingers, full-on ridiculous, dripping with cheek and charm. I can’t. The flood hits me: desire, amusement, warmth, love, obsession all at once.

The taste of Carter was already familiar and addictive, a blend of salt and skin and something sweet underneath, like the memory of summer on his tongue. Carter's hips twitched despite himself, thighs tense, every breath hitching like he was struggling to stay grounded. "You're gonna make me come just like this," Carter rasped, fingers clutching at Leo's hair like a lifeline. "Fuck, your mouth is so fucking perfect. You always gave me the best blowjobs when we were dating. No one's ever matched you. No one even comes close. I love you so much."

It was infuriatingly annoying that Thalia was so unruffled by the sexual tension that zapped between them. Carter was like a moment away from being suffocated. Both he and his wolf felt frustrated by the sexual energy in the air. His wolf was totally on edge, clawing at his gut with a ferocious intensity, upset at Carter for not taking what belonged to them. It was a simple matter to his beast - he liked, he fucked, he owned. End of the story.

How could I be this shameless! “I won’t. So please, for Goddess’ sake! Stop.. seducing me.” He’s now panting as he makes big steps to the infirmary. I’m aware that this is forcing him into a rut, but I just can’t stop. It is like a sweet wine that I’m so drawn to. His scent is just so intoxicating. This time, I used my tongue and licked his nipple. “Fuck!” He cursed out and stopped walking. He leaned in and closed his eyes. His brows were drawn together, and it was obvious that Carter was struggling to keep them together.

Carter pulled you to your feet, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was hungry and possessive. “Your turn,” she murmured, her hands guiding you to the desk. You lay back, your heart racing, as Ms. Carter straddled you, her skirt hiked up, her panties discarded on the floor. She leaned over you, her breasts brushing against your chest, her lips trailing kisses down your neck, your chest, your stomach. “Fatimah,” you groaned, reaching for her. She was there in an instant, her lips pressing against yours, her hands roaming over your body as Ms. Carter’s mouth closed around your cock, her tongue swirling, her lips tight and warm.

Carmen replied, kissing his lips softly. With their hearts full of purpose and love for each other, Kay and Carmen, the billionaire power couple, went to bed that night with moans of pleasure, romance and beauty of their intimate moment as one, knowing that their wealth was a force for good in the world, and that their love and dedication to each other and their charitable endeavors would continue to define their extraordinary lives.

"That sounds promising. So, about meeting him..." "I don't know about that, but I am sure if the right time comes, you will eventually meet him, " I respond with a shrug. "I am sure Mr Carter will fix time in his very busy schedule to meet you if he really misses you as much as you do," she reassures me. My girlfriends eventually found out that Liam is Mr Carter of Carter Ships and their shock was evident on the cruise. They found out he is the CEO of Carter Ships and we were his special guests on the cruise. I couldn't have been more grilled with questions than I was then. They wanted to know more about our relationship but I didn't give them the details. I am sure Liam also wouldn't like i