The Taste of Mr. Davenport by Jessica Ingro Page A

instantly started circling her clit with her finger, dipping them inside her pussy. She could feel him moving in her. When they were both inside her pussy, she felt so full that the pressure was nearly blinding.
    She worked herself faster, spurring him on faster. Carter loved that he was taking her this way. It allowed him to watch as the pleasure took over her. Her eyes rolled in her head. Her teeth dug in her lip. She whimpered. She screamed. And she convulsed as her orgasm hit. It was so hard that it sent Carter over the edge. He poured himself into her on a deep grunt of satisfaction.
    “I love you, Carter,” she said softly, making him open his eyes to look at her.
    “I love you too, baby girl. I never stopped loving you.” He pulled out slowly and then grabbed the box from his bag. He opened it and knelt over her on the bed. He picked up her left hand and slipped the cool metal over her finger.
    “Marry me,” he whispered.
    “I never thought you’d ask.”
     

Epilogue After the Epilogue
     
    Two years later…
    Claire wiped sweaty palms on her dress as they neared the white clapboard house with its red shutters and door. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she fought back her gag reflex. The house looked auspicious enough—friendly and inviting—but what it represented to her in that moment made it anything but.
    “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She asked Carter nervously. A sidelong glance at the man’s irritating smirk told her that he thought she was crazy. Claire didn’t think it would be wrong to wipe that smirk right off his face. This was all his fault after all.
    “Its fine, baby.”
    “Does she at least know we’re coming? Because I wouldn’t put it past you to force the situation.”
    “I want all the people I love together in one room. It’s important to me,” he hedged rather than telling her what she wanted to know.
    “That doesn’t answer my question.”
    She huffed and slowed her steps. When her hand slipped from his grasp, Carter had no choice but to stop and pay attention to her.
    “She knows. Have a little faith in me.” He kept his tone neutral, but she knew it was a sore subject between them. While they had come a long way over the last two years, there were still some lingering trust issues in her mind after the way he had so easily tossed her aside. The reasonable side of her knew that his daughter should have taken precedence after discovering their affair. The insensible side of Claire was still hurt that he had abandoned her for so long. She knew it was irrational to still hold on to the hurt, especially after all the ways he showed her how much he loved her and the little things he had done to make that horrible time up to her.
    In the end, he had chosen her, telling Elise that she needed to accept their relationship. However, there were still times when Claire didn’t fully trust him, although she wasn’t sure of the reason.
    “Sorry,” she mumbled and lightly pecked his mouth with hers.
    Pulling her into his embrace, Carter kissed her deeply. Her toes began to curl and her anxiety quickly melted away.
    “What I wouldn’t give to lift that skirt and bury myself inside you.”
    “God that sounds remarkable,” Claire moaned when his hand drifted up to cup her breast between them.
    “I’d live inside you if I could.”
    “I’d let you.”
    Carter pulled away at the sound of a door opening. Claire’s heart began racing and those damn butterflies started taking over her stomach again.
    “Daddy,” Elise called out.
    Showtime.
    Carter grabbed Claire’s hand and pulled her behind him the rest of the way to the front door.
    Standing in the doorway, his daughter looked radiant. Her face was aglow and she appeared happy. It was a look he wished she would wear more often.
    “Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted her. Releasing Claire’s hand, he wrapped Elise up in his arms and squeezed. It had been almost a year since he had held her, and he was going to soak