Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives - Virginia by Rhian Cahill Page A

strange—lucky—bastard and leave to go fuck his brains out.
    Carter wanted it to be his brain she fucked out. He almost laughed. She kinda had fucked with his head. She had him dating his own hand because he couldn’t look at another woman without comparing them to her and his stupid fucking dick hadn’t risen to any of them.
    “You want to have sex with me?” Both her eyebrows had winged up her forehead, and the shock on her face would be laughable if he hadn’t been walking around with a set of blue balls in his pants for the last two years.
    He leaned towards her, made sure it was only the two of them that could hear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you walked through that door and sat down at my bar. Your mouth. Your cunt. Your arse. I want to take every part of you and I want to do it in every dirty position imaginable.”
    She sucked in a breath, making her chest rise, her breasts thrust forward. Her eyes dilated until there was only a thin rim of blue around the black pupils. Then she did something that almost had him reaching across the bar and hauling her over the top to fuck her right now. She licked her lips.
    Carter dragged in air and held it. Damn. He so wanted to fuck this woman.
    “No more questions?”
    He shook his head as he breathed out.
    “Hot, sweaty, no strings sex?”
    Pulling back, he stood straight and pointed at her glass. “Finish your drink.”
    She brought the glass to her lips and sculled the contents. With a thunk, she put the glass on the bar and eyed him with a challenging look.
    One corner of his mouth kicked up. “Bar’s yours, Devon,” he yelled at his brother over his shoulder and put down the cloth slung over his shoulder. Carter tilted his head to the back of the bar. “This way.”
    ***
    Virginia slid off the stool and followed Carter. She had no idea where they were going and didn’t care. Not since he’d mentioned all the ways he wanted to have her. God. His language alone had gotten her wet. Add in the X-rated images flooding her head and she was soaking the crotch of her jeans, never mind her thong.
    They hit the dark hallway that led to the restrooms and she wondered if he planned to fuck her in the bathroom. She had wanted sex against a wall…
    But he bypassed the ladies, the gents, and kept going. At the end of the hall he flung open a door and motioned her to go first. When she stepped over the threshold she saw it was an office with a big desk and a long couch. Either of those could be—
    She didn’t get a chance to finish the thought. Carter grabbed her arm and spun her around. In a second he had his mouth on hers and her back against the wall. His tongue thrust between her lips. A moan slipped up her throat as she opened wide and answered his greedy strokes with her own.
    His hands went straight to work on her jeans. It took only a heartbeat for him to have them undone and a hand shoved inside. He met slick wet heat that made it easy for him to push his fingers deeper into her pussy.
    Carter tore his mouth from hers. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He glanced down and Virginia’s gaze followed.
    What she saw had more liquid spilling from her body. She sucked in a breath as her channel contracted with need.
    “Yeah, fucking hot isn’t it? Watch while I fuck this juicy cunt with my fingers.”
    He tested her with a fingertip, then drove two fingers deep while pressing on her clit with his thumb. “Oh God.”
    “He’s not gonna save you, Princess.”
    Carter set a rhythm. Stroking in and pressing. Sliding out and circling. He did it faster and faster until she was clutching his shoulders and panting, little whimpers and moans falling off her tongue. She was going to come.
    “Yeah, that’s it, Princess. Let go for me. Come all over my hand.”
    Virginia came. Hard and fast. She’d never gotten off so quickly. Never had anyone talk to her the way Carter did and she wasn’t ashamed to admit she liked it. Liked it a lot.
    He pulled his hand free of her