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zipped and buttoned his pants just as the door was opening. His driver stood waiting for us to exit the car.
    "Will you come in?" Carter's hand touched my cheek with a smile. I nodded. He grabbed my hand and we stepped out onto the curb at a townhouse on Beacon Street.
    "Thanks, Parker," he nodded at his driver. He walked me up steep steps with his hand tight around mine. A light glowed through two limestone pillars illuminating the doorway. We stopped and he punched in a code before opening the door for us. We walked into a spacious entryway with dark marble floors and creamy white walls with elegant crown molding. 
    Carter turned and pushed me up against the door that had just closed behind us and slid his hand up the length of my thigh. His other hand snaked around my waist as he leaned in and kissed me delicately on the lips. My hands tangled in his hair and pulled. A rumble escaped his chest and his hand slid down to my bottom and squeezed tightly.
    "I love you in this dress, Evangeline, but it's much too restrictive for what I want to do to you," his eyes sparked with lust. He ran one hand slowly up my back, following the curve of my spine, and found the zipper at the top of the dress. He slid the zipper down slowly as my heart began to pound and I arched my back into him. He unzipped the dress and it loosened on my body without falling. One finger played with the lace above my breasts, before slowly tugging the fabric down to reveal my chest to him. My nipples hardened as the fabric grazed my over-sensitive skin. His eyes looked at me through dark lashes before he dove in, finding my nipple with his teeth and tugging firmly, before sucking it into his mouth. My body shuddered in pleasure and my hands held his head to my chest, urging him on. He planted one hand firmly on the door behind me and pinned me to it with the length of his body. I was panting with need, my body awash with sensitivity. My hands went to the lapels of his open jack and pushed it off of him, and then began working on the buttons of his dress shirt. I yanked the shirt out of his pants and threw it off of his shoulders. I undid the top bottom of his pants before his hands grabbed my wrists tightly, forcing me to stop. My eyes scanned his slim body, from the undone button at the top of his dark dress pants, to the distinct V shape of his pelvic muscle, up to the hard planes of his chest. My fingertips ached to run along his body. I moved my hands to touch him but he held my wrists tighter and shook his head.
    "No, Evangeline," he pulled my wrists above my head and locked them together with one hand. He attacked my neck with nibbles and licks, making his way to my lips and pressing deeply. Carter Morgan kissed me the most passionately I had ever been kissed in my life. This one man seemed to embody passion, from head to toe. He snaked his free hand to the top of my dress and pulled it down my body slowly. The fabric running over my oversensitive skin drove me to distraction and I arched my hips, seeking friction against him.
    "Not yet, Evangeline. I want to see you," his eyes burned into mine. He pulled the dress down over my hips until it finally dropped and pooled at my feet. I stood before him in my black lace boy shorts and a pair of black Louboutins with my hands pinned over my head by Carter Morgan. I’d never felt more exposed or turned on. My body writhed as a smile played across his lips. He fingered the lace waistband of my panties, threatening to pull them off of me.
    "Lace again, Evangeline?" Carter licked his lips, reminding me of our sexy escapade outside the club the night before.
    My heart thrummed in my chest, and his palm traveled around my hips to land on my bottom. His hand ran down my thigh of the same leg and hitched it up around his hip. He kissed me deeply, ending with a bite on my bottom lip before he released my wrists and placed his hand on my other thigh, bouncing me up onto his hips. He held me against the wall, and I