Chapter Twenty
What the hell had he been thinking? This was one of those moments where he knew with absolute certainty that he hadn’t been using his entire brain. Carrie was warm and still underneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he was still inside her. He went to pull away, to pull out, and she winced.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Her cheeks burned a rosy pink, and she shook her head. “No, I’m okay. I didn’t know it would feel so good.”
There was a knock at the door, and Carrie scrambled up and reached for the blanket to cover herself. Ben climbed off the bed and reached for his jeans.
“Ben, are you in there?” Jack shouted from outside. He sounded off, and Ben wondered if he had any idea that his daughter was here. Carrie actually leaped from the bed, taking the duv
