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glare at him. 
      He shook his head and chuckled. "I think you're not sure if you love to hate me, or hate to love me. Maybe it's both," he shrugged with a smirk. I smiled right back at him and palmed his rock hard erection beneath the table. His eyes widened in surprise. 
      "Everything okay, Mr. Morgan?" I continued to rub up and down his length firmly, pressing my palm flat against him. I could see his breathing speed up and his eyes darken with arousal.
      "Come." He hauled me out of the booth by the hand. 
      "I just did." I gave him a wry grin. 
      He dragged me through the restaurant with strong and confident steps. We headed down a dimmed hallway, passed the doors labeled as the restrooms before Carter opened a door and we ducked into a small closet. 
      "What are you doing?" I whispered frantically. 
      "I’m going to fuck some sense into my wife." He flicked a low light on in the closet and then his hand went up under my skirt and tore the dainty lace of my panties. I heard the zipper of his pants come down roughly and then I was heaved up into his arms. 
      "There's a bar above your head. Hold tight and don't let go," he growled. I did as I was told and as soon as I had a good grip Carter thrust into me with both hands holding my thighs in his tight grip. I clenched my teeth together at the overwhelming sensation. 
      Carter drove into my body relentlessly as I held on to the bar above my head. I was stretched taut before him and had an odd sense of weightlessness as my body was alternately suspended by my hands and then supported by his body ramming into me. 
      "You. Are. Moving. In. With. Me. Tonight," he ground out through thrusts. "I won't live separately from my wife anymore. I gave you all of the time I can give you. You’re mine and I want everyone to know it."
      "Oh, Carter." The gasp of pleasure escaped my throat. 
      "You’re moving in with me. Say it."
      "Carter," I panted.
      "No." He pumped faster, barreling into me with all of the force he had in his body. "You're moving in, say it."
      "Carter, please." A choked moan escaped my throat. 
      "Say it," he ground through his teeth as his finger pressed and pulled on my clit. 
      "Yes, Carter. God, yessss," I hissed as my orgasm tore through my body.
      "Fuck, Eva." He thrust in and out then his own release hit him as I felt him shudder inside me. His chest heaved breathless pants and his hands slid up my torso, past the exposed flesh of my arms until the reached my wrists. He smoothed over the sensitive skin there and then slowly released them from the bar. 
      "Are you okay?" he whispered as he held me against his body. 
      "Mhmm," I sighed as my head lay against his shoulder. 
      "I love you, beautiful girl." He worked his thumbs over my wrists, soothing the muscles. 
      "Mhmm." 
      "Tell me you love me." His palm rubbed the muscles at my neck. 
      "I love you, you unbearable and controlling man." I smiled up at him. 
      "There's my girl." He ran a hand down my hair. "Let's finish dinner." He flicked the light off and we exited the closet as if we had every right to be there in the first place. 
      "How did you know that closet was there?" I whispered as we walked back to the table hand in hand. 
      "I own the restaurant." He waited while I slid into the booth. I arched a brow in surprise. He only shrugged with a small smile. 
      "Full of surprises, Mr. Morgan."
      "Keeping you on your toes, Mrs. Morgan." 
      I rolled my eyes at him. 
      "Finish your meal so I can take you home."
      "Home, huh?" I watched him. 
      "You did say you'd move in with me." His eyes flashed to mine in challenge. 
      "While you were fucking me in a coat closet."
      "I’ll take what I can get." He gave me that delicious panty-dropping grin and then took another sip of his scotch. 
      "By the way, I’ll be making weekly stops at La Perla at the rate you're going." I speared a scallop with my fork and popped it