Warning: this chapter contains sexually explicit material. Reader discretion advised.

Tyler's POV

I spend the day at the restaurant, sitting in my office and trying to focus on this contract I have to finalize with our Napa supplier, but it's fucking impossible to concentrate on anything when my thoughts keep slipping back to one image. One stunning image that's emblazoned on my memory forever. Carrie, lying sprawled underneath me, panting, and whimpering with pleasure, as I claim her for my own. I close my eyes, and the image appears before me more vivid than ever, and I can feel my dick harden. I recall the sensation of her nails digging into my skin as I plowed into her soft body, and I get shivers running down my spine. When she screamed out my name, I was completely fucking lost for her. I can't remember the last time having sex affected me so damn much. It felt like more than just sex. So much more. Fuck, do I want her again...like, right fucking now.

I check the time. It's just after four. If in about an hour I'm not buried deep inside of her, I'll have to be committed. I'm like an addict, and Carrie's my drug...I can't get enough of this girl, and right now I'm going through major withdrawals.

I'm at the curb in front of Ruby World at 4:55, and I keep looking at the revolving door, as people begin to trickle out, heading home for the day.

Finally, Carrie steps out, looking hot as hell in her tight fitting skirt, and heels. She's talking to some man in a trenchcoat, and smiling. Who the fuck is he, cutting in on my time?

Carrie spots me, and waves 'bye' to the trenchcoat, and runs over to the car, big smile on her face.

"Hey!" she greets, as she slides into the seat.

I reach over and cup her cheek, bringing her cool face to mine. I thread my fingers into her hair and kiss her soft lips. She tastes even sweeter than I remember.

"I've been thinking about you all day," I confess.

"Really? I thought about you too. I was so distracted I could barely focus on work," she tells me, and blushes, lowering her gaze.

"Who was that guy you were talking to?" I ask, pulling the car away from the curb.

"Oh, that was Kenneth, my boss. He's been kind of dropping hints that I might get a full time position at the firm, so I just have to prove myself to him. I've showed him some of my work, and he seems to think it's pretty good, so, maybe he'll give me a shot."

Well, fuck me, here we go again. Just what I need. An ambitious young girl who's eager to prove herself, and a, most likely, lustful older man in the position of authority holding all the cards to her bright future. How far will Carrie go to get what she wants? As far as Nicole? Fuck no. I'll be damned if I end up in this fucked up situation again.

Wait, what in the hell is wrong with me? Carrie and Nicole are nowhere near the same, and it's not fair to compare that whore to this sweet girl.

"So, how do you plan on proving yourself?" I ask, gripping the wheel tighter, and keeping my eyes on the road.

"Just, you know, doing what I've been doing. Trying to do the best work I can, and hope that it's good enough," she tell me, not suspecting the sick twist of my wretched thoughts.

"And what if it's not good enough?" I prod.

"I guess, I'll have to look for an opening at a different firm," she says, and I can see her eyebrows draw into a frown. Great job, Tyler, you fucking asshole. Way to turn up the romance.

"I don't mean to sound like I don't have confidence in your abilities, it's just that I'm a businessman, so I always have several backup plans in case my ideal circumstances don't work out."

"Like an exit strategy?" she asks, looking at me.

"Yes, exactly."

"So, then, do you have an 'exit strategy' in case this doesn't turn out to be 'ideal'?" she asks, motioning with her hands to indicate she's referring to her and me.

"Of course," I say confidently. "If this doesn't work out, I'll just jump off the Golden Gate Bridge."

She laughs, and grasps my forearm. I revel in her touch.

"That's not a very practical plan B," she informs me.

"Well, love is not practical," I say, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to curse myself out. Love? Nice going, Tyler. "I mean, relationships, you know, any romantic relationships don't have much to do with rational thought, at least not in the beginning," I try to recover, but I can already see Carrie's little pout turn into an impish smile.

"Hey, you hungry?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Starving," she says, her eyes growing bigger.

"Great, cause Tiffany packed me some food to go from Slate. We can eat at your place or at mine, your choice," I tell her.

"Well, you do have a much better view," she says, and I smile at her.

"My place it is," I say, and steer toward my highrise.

The elevator ride feels like an eternity, maybe because my hands are holding bags with food instead of holding Carrie. I'm this close to throwing the damn chicken on the floor, and just pulling her to me and kissing her neck...  The doors finally open. Thank fuck.

We walk inside and I instantly drop the bags at my feet, and wrap my arms around her. She giggles and lets me pick her up off the floor. I sweep her up into my arms and carry her to my kitchen. I sit her up on the counter, and she tugs at the collar of my leather jacket to bring me closer to her. I step in between her open legs, and grip her waist. Her skirt is riding up high exposing her naked thighs, and I'm trying to restrain myself from reaching down and sliding my hand under it. I kiss her, and her tongue dances with mine, matching my need.

She rips at my jacket, and I shrug it off, letting it fall on the floor. Her white blouse is made of thin material, and the delicate buttons holding it together don't stand a fucking chance. I'm too impatient to be gentle, so I just rip the damn thing open, and let my hands finally caress her perfect tits. Hot damn, she's got the softest body.

"I'm going to make you come so fucking hard," I tell her, and she squeezes me with her knees. "Tell me you want me to, baby."

Carrie's mouth is partially open, her breathing heavy, and I can tell she's trying to find the courage to say the words out loud.

"I want you to, Tyler..." she says in a bare whisper.

I grip her sumptuous ass in my hands, and lift her off the kitchen counter.

"Do you want it here, or in the bed?" I ask her.

She places her heated palms on my cheeks, and sears me through with those beautiful hazel eyes.

"Anywhere..." she breathes.

I don't waste any time and place her back on the counter, kneeling before her and spreading her legs wide. I move the silk triangle of her panties to the side, and bury my face in her softness. The moment my tongue makes contact, I am rewarded with a moan. It is the sexiest sound. I spread her open more with my fingers, lapping up her wetness, and flick the tip of my tongue over her sensitive flesh. She's writhing, and gripping me by my hair. I hold her in place with one hand, and bring the other hand down to slide two fingers inside of her. I continue using my fingers and my tongue on her, and I can tell she's close, her legs getting shaky. When I suck on her clit, she screams out, and I watch as she comes undone. She nearly rips a handful of hair out of my scalp, but I could give a fuck a less. Making her come is the most erotic fucking thing, and totally worth the minor pain.

"Damn, Carrie, you taste so good," I tell her, rising from my knees, and licking my lips.

"I think...I...literally... saw stars," she says, panting.

I want to fuck her so hard right now, my cock is throbbing. Carrie looks up at me with heavy lidded eyes. She looks sultry, and fully sated. I wonder if she's got it in her to go another round. And just when I'm mentally preparing myself for delaying my own pleasure, she hops off the counter, and turns her back to me. She leans on the counter, and twirls her ass, looking over her shoulder. The invitation is clear, and I'm not going to ask her to say it aloud this time.

I lift her skirt all the way up, so that it's bunched up at her waist, and take in the sexy sight. She wriggles as I slide her panties down her legs, and she steps out of them, keeping her heels on.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," I softly command, and she follows my instructions.

I take my cock out and position myself behind her, holding her by the hip.

I enter her with one deep thrust, and she moans, gripping the edge of the counter. There's no way I can go slow this time. I anchor her down with one hand, making her lean down on her stomach, and go hard and fast. She's pushing back against me, and it's such a turn on. I reach under her to cup her breasts, and keep driving into her, feeling her squeeze me from the inside. Fucking hell, if this isn't the best feeling in the world.

I lift her by the hips, her feet are off the ground, and I have her ass basically suspended in the air, holding her, and plunging into her again and again, making her cry out with pleasure.

"Tyler!" she screams out, and I feel her convulse around me.

That's all it takes. I come inside of her, gripping her hips, and lean down to kiss her neck.

Carrie turns around, and looks at me, her eyes seem hazy, and she's got the biggest gratified grin on her face.

"That was amazing," she tells me, and wraps her arms around me.

I smile, feeling my heart beating out of my chest. Yes, it really was fucking amazing. Amazing....and...

Suddenly a wave of cold sweat washes over me...as I realize...I did not use a condom. Fuck.