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we separate.”
    Claire’s heart plummeted into her stomach with his words. Was this all she was to him? A summer fling?
    “But what if I want more?” She couldn’t stop the words from escaping her mouth.
    “More what exactly?” He quirked an eyebrow at her and studied her intently.
    “More of you. Us. What if I don’t want this to end when I go back to school?”
    Carter cringed inside at her question. He knew where this was heading, and it meant this was only going to get messier. He really wished he were man enough just to walk away now before she got hurt. Especially since convincing a young girl to be his dirty, little secret wasn’t going to be easy. She had stars in her eyes. He had reality in his.
    “Claire, I’m flattered that you would want that with me, but you need to consider the fact that I’m old enough to be your father. Elise probably wouldn’t understand and your parents would never understand. Trust me, I know. I’d kill a man my age for sleeping with Elise. There is no way this could work. All I can offer you is the here and now. We’ll spend time together when we can and we won’t spend time with anyone else but each other. That has to be enough. If it isn’t, we can’t go on.”
    Claire swallowed hard and fought the tears that threatened to fill her eyes. Why couldn’t he see what she did? That it didn’t matter what anyone else thought? That Elise would eventually come around because she loved them both. Claire knew that would be the case. She just wished he would realize it too.
    Walking away now wasn’t an option. She would take the next two months and show him they were meant to be together. So instead of telling him what she was thinking, she just nodded. When relief flashed across his face, she turned away from him and took a sip of her water. She really had her work cut out for her.
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    “I’m going to pop some popcorn. Does anyone want anything else?” Elise bounced out of her seat and looked at Claire and Carter. They were all in the media room at the beach house. Claire had settled on the couch with Carter in the back row, which left Elise on the couch in front of them. At first, Claire was fearful Elise would comment on the seating arrangements, but she took it in stride and didn’t even mention it, much to Claire’s delight.
    The past week since Carter’s announcement at dinner had been long and torturous. Bobby was out of town with his parents so Elise was always around. Not that Claire didn’t like spending time with her, it was just that she yearned for more alone time with her father. That wasn’t to say they didn’t have a few stolen moments. Light touches under the dinner table. A groping session in the ocean. A heated kiss in the pantry. And she snuck into his room once or twice. It still wasn’t enough, though.
    Elise returned with the popcorn and dimmed the lights. The movie was an action flick that was loud and filled with hot men, which was why Elise agreed when Carter suggested it.
    Claire was thankful for the loudness of the movie when Carter slipped his hand down the front of her knit shorts and immediately found her clit. Within seconds, it was throbbing and swollen, peeking out from her folds and begging for more attention. His fingers dipped inside her and rubbed her G-spot while his palm ground down on her. It was heaven, and she couldn’t help the mew that escaped her lips. She flung her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, savoring each touch and sensation. She wanted the feeling to last forever, at the same time she wanted it to wash over her and completely drag her under.
    It didn’t take long for her to go from zero to primed. She sat on the edge of release and tried to hold back. Carter wasn’t having it though. He added a second finger and pumped a little faster. She opened her eyes and looked down at the muscles in his forearm flexing with each thrust of his fingers. It was highly erotic to see his hand down her pants.