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She stepped forward and ran her hand down his body, cupping his erection. “You’re turned on by what you saw. Maybe instead of getting angry, you should channel it into a more constructive emotion.”
    She stroked him just the way he liked it. They had a lot of history, so it didn’t surprise him. But still, it wasn’t right. Especially not when Claire was in the house. They might not have talked exclusivity, but the blow jobs in Spain aside, he didn’t want to disrespect her.
    “No,” he croaked out and removed her hand from his throbbing erection. “I think you should go. I’ll call you.”
    Mary gave him a disbelieving look. He wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t acting like himself. If he had seen her with a woman before, he would have joined. Not lectured her and sent her packing. He stormed into the bathroom and proceeded to shower in preparation for dinner. And he may have jacked off to visions of Claire pleasuring Mary, and Claire’s name may have left his lips as thick jets of his come swirled down the drain.
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    Claire timidly sat in the backseat of Carter’s Range Rover. Elise had come home and the trio headed out for dinner at the upscale steakhouse in town. Carter had yet to say anything to her. He came out of his room dressed in slacks and a charcoal gray button down shirt. The scowl on his face did little to distract her from the thick column of his throat that stood out and made her want to lick it. She tamped down those desires, though, knowing she had to play her part tonight in front of her friend and still find a way to tame his anger.
    She knew she would die if her relationship were over before it ever really started thanks to her impropriety with his friend. And that thought led her to questioning what exactly Mary was to Carter? Was she his girlfriend, fuck buddy, what? The thought of them still together made her stomach churn.
    Sitting at the round table in the restaurant with Elise on one side of him and Claire on the other, had Carter sweating bullets. It was certainly an awkward situation to be in, and he had no one to blame but himself for it.
    The car ride over was silent and tense. Or at least it was for him and Claire. Elise was oblivious and babbled on about her new boyfriend Bobby and their day on the boat. Carter wasn’t looking forward to meeting this boy. Elise was his baby girl, and he hated the idea of her with boys. He shook his head at the irony of it all. Here he was loathing his daughter having a boyfriend her own age, while he was imagining bending her friend over the table and fucking her until she couldn’t stand. Things were more twisted that he even wanted to admit to himself.
    While he and Elise engaged in conversation, Claire remained quiet. He caught her looking out the window at the ocean. He found her biting her lip and wringing her hands. He needed to engage her, but wasn’t sure what to do considering Elise didn’t know about them, and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted her to find out. His plan was to fuck Claire out of his head. Ever since Elise’s mom, he hadn’t stayed with a woman for a long period of time unless you counted Mary. He didn’t count her, though, because they mostly played with other women and weren’t exclusive in any way.
    When his daughter excused herself to the bathroom, he took the opportunity to set Claire’s mind at ease about his behavior earlier that afternoon. He ran his hand up her leg and grabbed her thigh, getting her attention. She looked at him with such vulnerability on her face, that it made his heart squeeze. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and ran his finger down her neck.
    “I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier,” he murmured and placed a kiss where his finger just was. She was intoxicating to him with her scent and the softness of her skin.
    “I’m sorry too for acting so inappropriately,” she whispered.
    “Just you and me, yeah? From now on, no other people until you go back to school and