elevator up to the penthouse, I get off when the doors open and the view of the city comes into view. I love this place. I bought it for the view before there were even walls put up. When I designed the floor plan, I wanted to keep it open. The only walls are the ones around the two bedrooms, my office and the guest bath. It’s four thousand square feet of open space.
Moving to my room, I unbutton my shirt, laying it over the end of the bed, and take in the view through the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that run the length of the room and look out over the city. I can imagine myself pressing Fern to that glass and taking her from behind, her innocent cries of pleasure filtering through the open space.
I need a shower and a game plan.
I’m not worried about Fern’s grandfather. Not yet, anyways. My biggest dilemma is going to be getting Fern alone so I can tell her what I want.
Chapter 2
Carter
“H ey, man,” I greet Spencer at the bar of the club with a pat on his back.
“Took you long enough to get here.” He smiles, giving me a one-arm hug.
“I was on the other side of town and wasn’t exactly planning on coming out tonight,” I explain, taking a seat next to him on one of the stools in front of the bar. I was going to stay home and work, but I need a drink. I have been at battle with myself for the last twenty-four hours, wanting to track down Fern.
“Still having problems with the Tensus case?” he asks, calling the bartender over with a flick of his wrist.
“Nah, we should be closing the case next week, depending on what judge we get,” I tell him, shaking my head. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see red flash in my peripheral vision.
My head turns, and my blood ignites with rage and desire as I watch Fern walk through the crowded dance floor, wearing a little black dress and heels that make her legs look a mile long and should be fucking illegal. Tracking her movements, I watch her walk to a table with a few other girls. All of them seem to be having a good time, but my girl looks uncomfortable and out of place amongst them.
“Do you know them?” Spencer asks, nodding toward the table my eyes are glued to.
Grinding my teeth, I nod then mutter, “I’m gonna get out of here.”
“You just got here,” he complains, but I ignore him, get up from the bar, and stalk toward the table of girls, who all watch me with lust-filled eyes as I get closer. Well, all except one set, which belong to a girl who has them pointed toward her lap.
“Hey,” one of the girls purrs, licking her lips.
“Fern,” I bark, ignoring the other bodies at the table.
“Carter,” she whispers as her head lifts and her gaze connects with mine. I watch fear enter her eyes as she looks around.
“Come on. I’m taking you home,” I growl, holding out my hand to her.
“I—”
“ Now ,” I thunder, making her jump as I pull her out of her seat and lead her through the crowd on the dance floor without giving her any other choice.
My jaw starts to tic, watching the men looking at my property with lust as we pass them. I have never felt anything like I’m feeling right now, and I know I need to get her out of here before I do something I will regret. Stopping, I swing her up into my arms, hearing her squeak as I carry her the rest of the way out of the club.
Pulling in a lungful of cool night air, I move to my car, setting her on her feet so I can open the door.
“Carter,” she whispers as I place her gently into the passenger seat and buckle her in. Ignoring her, I slam the door shut, jog around the car, get in behind the wheel, and start the engine, turning up the heat when I see her rub her arms.
“Where does your family think you are right now?” I ask her, knowing there’s no way in hell her grandfather knows she was going to a club.
“They think I’m staying at Alicia’s house,” she whispers, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You lied?” I ask just to clarify, seeing her
Moving to my room, I unbutton my shirt, laying it over the end of the bed, and take in the view through the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that run the length of the room and look out over the city. I can imagine myself pressing Fern to that glass and taking her from behind, her innocent cries of pleasure filtering through the open space.
I need a shower and a game plan.
I’m not worried about Fern’s grandfather. Not yet, anyways. My biggest dilemma is going to be getting Fern alone so I can tell her what I want.
Chapter 2
Carter
“H ey, man,” I greet Spencer at the bar of the club with a pat on his back.
“Took you long enough to get here.” He smiles, giving me a one-arm hug.
“I was on the other side of town and wasn’t exactly planning on coming out tonight,” I explain, taking a seat next to him on one of the stools in front of the bar. I was going to stay home and work, but I need a drink. I have been at battle with myself for the last twenty-four hours, wanting to track down Fern.
“Still having problems with the Tensus case?” he asks, calling the bartender over with a flick of his wrist.
“Nah, we should be closing the case next week, depending on what judge we get,” I tell him, shaking my head. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see red flash in my peripheral vision.
My head turns, and my blood ignites with rage and desire as I watch Fern walk through the crowded dance floor, wearing a little black dress and heels that make her legs look a mile long and should be fucking illegal. Tracking her movements, I watch her walk to a table with a few other girls. All of them seem to be having a good time, but my girl looks uncomfortable and out of place amongst them.
“Do you know them?” Spencer asks, nodding toward the table my eyes are glued to.
Grinding my teeth, I nod then mutter, “I’m gonna get out of here.”
“You just got here,” he complains, but I ignore him, get up from the bar, and stalk toward the table of girls, who all watch me with lust-filled eyes as I get closer. Well, all except one set, which belong to a girl who has them pointed toward her lap.
“Hey,” one of the girls purrs, licking her lips.
“Fern,” I bark, ignoring the other bodies at the table.
“Carter,” she whispers as her head lifts and her gaze connects with mine. I watch fear enter her eyes as she looks around.
“Come on. I’m taking you home,” I growl, holding out my hand to her.
“I—”
“ Now ,” I thunder, making her jump as I pull her out of her seat and lead her through the crowd on the dance floor without giving her any other choice.
My jaw starts to tic, watching the men looking at my property with lust as we pass them. I have never felt anything like I’m feeling right now, and I know I need to get her out of here before I do something I will regret. Stopping, I swing her up into my arms, hearing her squeak as I carry her the rest of the way out of the club.
Pulling in a lungful of cool night air, I move to my car, setting her on her feet so I can open the door.
“Carter,” she whispers as I place her gently into the passenger seat and buckle her in. Ignoring her, I slam the door shut, jog around the car, get in behind the wheel, and start the engine, turning up the heat when I see her rub her arms.
“Where does your family think you are right now?” I ask her, knowing there’s no way in hell her grandfather knows she was going to a club.
“They think I’m staying at Alicia’s house,” she whispers, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You lied?” I ask just to clarify, seeing her
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