“I’m going to step over the line again,” Carter says when we’re alone.
He nods and takes half a step toward me before stopping. “I have to say, Boss, as good as you look in your suits, you’re fucking sexy dressed down.”
My blood heats and my cock perks up at his words. I move to stand directly in front of him. His eyes have darkened to a gorgeous navy color, and he sucks in a breath through pretty pink lips at my proximity. I want nothing more than to shove him to his knees and watch that mouth stretch around my cock. How dark will his eyes get when he’s in the throes of lust? How red will those lips be when I’m finished fucking and kissing them?
“You shouldn’t say those things to me, Carter.”
Setting my thumb against his bottom lip, I stop his words. Leaning in, I whisper, “You shouldn’t say those things to me when my son is in the house.”
“B—” I press my thumb between his lips to cut off his words.
“Cristian,” I whisper. “When you’re crossing this line, you’ll use my name.”
He curls his tongue around my finger and I moan. Carter’s eyes are full of heat, and I want nothing more than to shove my hardening cock inside him.
“You should go,” I tell him, removing my thumb from his mouth.
Carter’s spit-slick lips are a temptation I don’t want to resist, but I know if I touch him any more than I already have, I won’t stop until I’ve devoured him.
He takes a step back, though I can see in his eyes that he’s reluctant to do so. “Thank you, Bo—Cristian, for tonight. It was nice.”
“Thank you, Carter, for caring.”
He gives a small, almost shy smile. “It’s kind of hard not to. He’s a good kid, and…you’re a good man.”
I chuckle. “Far from it, but I’ll accept the compliment anyway.”
“I need to go.”
I reply with reluctance. “Yes, you do.”
Carter’s gaze flickers once to my mouth then he strides out of the dining area. I wait until the front door opens and shuts before joining Roman in the living room.
He gives me a look when I take a seat on the sofa next to him. There’s a movie cued up on the TV but he doesn’t hit play, just stares at me for a long moment.
“I like him, too,” he says before reaching for the remote.
I’m not sure like is what I feel for Carter. Lust, yes; curiosity, sure. But like? No, I fear the things churning inside me when it comes to him are already so much more. It’s a terrifying thought.