One Indecent Night

by Hargrove, A. M.

  “Don’t stop. Why’d you stop?”

  “It’ll make it better when you come.”

  I started everything over again, only this time I barely licked her clit. She tried to push her hips into me, but I held her down. She moaned and begged to come, but I stopped again. I took my finger and pressed it on her G-spot.

  “How does this feel?”

  “Yes. Good.” She was panting.

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes.”

  I added another finger. And then my tongue barely fluttered across her clit. She begged some more. She was so close, so very close. I knew all I had to do was press on her clit with my tongue and she’d fall into her climax. But if I prolonged it, her orgasm would be that much stronger. So I did. Her head thrashed from side to side as she begged.

  “Oh, God, please, Evan. Make me come. Please.”

  That was when I did. She clenched her thighs against me and gripped the sheets as her tiny muscles clamped down in pulsing waves on my fingers.

  As soon as her orgasm subsided, I climbed up her body and thrust inside of her. “Oh, dear God.” She gave a shuddering cry as I entered her.

  She was wet, tight, and hot. “Sylvie.” Her name came out in a cross between a moan and shout. I wanted to ask if she was okay, but something primal took over and I pumped inside of her with everything I had. My hips pounded against her as her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her expressions were magical as her brow creased and her mouth was slightly open. She watched me closely as I did her, and those gray eyes reached inside of me, touching a place I thought had died a long time ago. Reaching between us, I found her clit, massaged it, and soon her breathing sped up. Her inner muscles rhythmically clenched my cock, and that was all I needed to go off into my own climax. This wasn’t just sex. It was an overwhelming total body experience I’d never had before.

  When things calmed down, I kissed her. Really kissed her as though I never wanted to let her go. She was the brightest star in the sky and no one like Sylvie had ever impacted me like this before.

  My body rested on my elbows as I stared at her gorgeous face. Her hair was tousled, and she was absolutely perfect.

  “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful as you, Sylvie West.”

  Her fingers traced the outline of my lips and she smiled. “Thank you.”

  “That was unbelievable.”

  “Yes, it was. Thank you.”

  I chuckled. “Are you going to keep thanking me?”

  “I suppose, if you keep giving me these amazing orgasms.”

  “Don’t forget, you gave me one too.”

  Her smile disappeared and she frowned. “You’re a tease, Evan Thomas.”

  “I know, but it was worth it in the end, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah, but in the meantime, I wanted to kill you.”

  “Just wait until I use that flogger on you.” I winked at her.

  “Say what?”

  “Sylvie, you don’t think I bought those to let them collect dust, do you?”

  “Wait. What do you mean by those?”

  “I bought one for you and one for me.”

  “You’re joking?”

  I rolled off her and opened the bedside table. When I showed her the flogger, she nearly died. Then I did something else. I ran the soft fringes of leather up and down her belly and breasts. Her nipples immediately pebbled.

  “I think someone may really enjoy this. I cannot wait to try this out later today. But first, we have to eat breakfast.”

  Twenty-Two

  Sylvie

  Everything reacted all at once and I wondered how it was possible. I’d just had two orgasms. Nevertheless, a fire in the pit of my belly grew, spreading throughout my veins, heating me everywhere. And I don’t even want to mention what happened between my thighs.

  “Up you go.”

  “Huh?” I had flogger brain and wasn’t paying attention.

  “Come on. We need to eat and shower. Not in that order.”

  He took my hand and pulled me along into his bathroom. Gah, what a treat. This shower was to die for. After he turned it on, when all those decadent nozzles sprayed everywhere, I had another orgasm. He laughed as he soaped me from head to toe and shampooed my hair.

  “Do you have any conditioner in here?”

  “Shit. No, but there’s some in the other bathroom. Hang on.” He got out and wrapped a towel around himself. Soon he was back with the requested item.

  “Thank you. If I didn’t have this, getting a comb through this hair wouldn’t be possible.”

  “Allow me.” He did the rest and when we were finished, he asked if he could brush out the tangles. It was wonderful having someone spoil me. He gave me a T-shirt to wear along with some pretty white panties.

  “Did you just happen to have these lying around?” Suspicion laced my question.

  A smile danced on his lips as he said, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I occasionally like to dress in women’s lingerie.”

  I snorted and then ended up bent over in a fit of laughter. The mere thought of him prancing around in that tiny cotton thong had me laughing so hard that I couldn’t stop.

  With a completely straight face, he said, “What’s so funny?”

  He nearly brought me to my knees before he joined in.

  “I’d love to see you model these.” I dangled them by my index finger.

  When our laughter finally died down, he explained, “I actually picked these up when I bought the others. Wishful thinking, you know.”

  “If you’d told me then, I might’ve been angry, but now I’m glad you did. You really do have a thing for white cotton.”

  “There’s a sense of innocence attached to it. And on you, they’re sexy as hell.”

  “Thank you.” Dang, he was attentive.

  “Breakfast?”

  “Yes, somehow, I’m starving, but I can’t imagine why.”

  He linked our fingers together and said, “We need to keep up your strength.”

  “And why’s that?”

  “So you can withstand that flogging session later.” He waggled his brows. I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, but my entire body fired up at his words. I hoped he was because I was definitely all in.

  He made me sit at the island while he fixed breakfast. I envied his kitchen. There were expansive white Carrara marble countertops, a huge gas cooktop, a large refrigerator, and just about anything you could want or imagine in it.

  “God, I love your kitchen.”

  “That’s what Rita says. She uses it a lot more than me. Breakfast is the only meal I really cook.”

  “It’s a dream come true.”

  He glanced up from whipping the eggs and said, “Sylvie, you’re my dream come true.”

  I swallowed as warmth spread through me. My heart fluttered and then a team of butterflies landed in my belly. He made me feel like a teenager again, falling in love for the first time. Holy hell! Was I falling for him? As in falling in love? This was happening way too fast.

  “What’s that look on your face?”

  “What look?”

  “Like you’re getting ready to bolt for the door, screaming.”

  Damn, he was perceptive.

  “I, uh, just thought of something.”

  “Can you share?”

  “I’d rather not.”

  He nodded and went back to cooking. Thankful he didn’t press me for more, I went back to thinking. Maybe I was being dramatic. Surely, he didn’t feel this way. He probably just said that about me to be nice.

  “Evan, can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “You said I was the only woman you’ve ever brought here. Why?”

  “I thought I told you. Most women aren’t after the real me.”

  “Have you ever been in a serious relationship before?”

  He froze. For a long moment, he didn’t so much as lift his head. Finally, he resumed what he was doing and answered me. “Yes, I have.” That
was it.

  “I take it you don’t want to talk about it.”

  He expelled out a long breath. Then he finished our omelets, plated them, added the toast, butter, and brought them around so he could sit and eat.

  “Sylvie, it’s a long and ugly story.”

  “I understand.”

  “No, you don’t. It happened about eight years ago, when the business was really taking off. I thought I loved her, truly loved her.”

  His words pinched my heart. I didn’t want him to love anyone else. A streak of jealousy tore through me. Jesus, I had it bad for him already.

  “She betrayed me like I never thought possible. That’s why I haven’t been involved with anyone since.”

  “What did she do?”

  “Do you mind if we eat first? Talking about this leaves a sour taste in my mouth.”

  “Not at all.” I remembered Pearson mentioning it was bad.

  I cut off a portion of the omelet and began eating. “Oh, this is delicious.”

  That brought a smile back to his face. “I’m glad you like it.”

  “I love it.” I was super hungry, so it didn’t take long for me to polish it off. He did the same and when we looked at each other, it was with humor.

  “At least we know how to work up an appetite,” I said.

  “Did you know that a twenty-five-minute session of sex burns sixty-nine calories for women and a hundred calories for men?” he asked.

  “Thank you for that information. Sixty-nine, huh?” I grinned.

  “You can google it if you want. I’m not making it up.”

  I clamped my lips together, trying not to laugh. “If you say so.”

  “I’m totally serious. Would you like to place a bet?”

  “Sure. How much?” I was positive he was joking. Who would come up with that number?

  “If I win, you have to give me a blow job. If you win, you get to pick whatever you want.”

  I held out my hand and said, “Deal.”

  He grabbed his phone. When that cocky grin of his appeared, I knew his dick would soon be in my mouth. Holding out his phone, his grin grew wider. “See?”

  “This had to have been written by a man. Who else would’ve come up with sixty-nine?”

  “Maybe, but it’s in more than one article.”

  “I concede. But before we head off for blow job heaven, can we finish the discussion we started before we ate?”

  He took in a sharp breath and nodded. “You deserve to know the entire story.” His hands moved into the prayer pose and he pressed them to his lips before he spoke. “As you know, I was involved with someone a while back, someone I cared for very much, who I thought I truly loved. This person told me everything I wanted to hear, everything I wanted to believe. We were together for over two years. Long enough to know and trust her, or so I thought. I had suggested marriage several times and she’d claimed she wasn’t interested in it, which was fine by me. I was much younger and building my business so that wasn’t my focus at the time. Until she came to me one day and said she was pregnant. I thought it was weird because she told me she was on the pill.”

  He looked over at me, as I stared back at him. He seemed anxious, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he hated telling me or if he still had feelings for this woman. Pushing to his feet, he paced for a second, then spun around, facing me again. “It was surreal the day she told me. I asked if she was sure, because of the pill. She became enraged and stormed out. I didn’t know what to do. I called her, but she didn’t answer. Pearson talked me off the ledge because I thought she was going to do something rash, like have an abortion, since she’d never wanted to get married. She was gone for several days, but eventually came back and said she couldn’t be with me anymore because of what I’d asked her.”

  “So then what happened?” I asked.

  “Yeah, that’s where it got sticky. She left and later I found out she’d never been pregnant in the first place. She’d been having an affair with someone and they wanted to extort money from me. They had planned this elaborate scheme with the fake pregnancy and her leaving. Then she was going to have the fake baby. She had planned that we’d work out a settlement of some sort. But I hired a private investigator and he took tons of pictures of her with this other man. Pearson drew up a letter asking for proof of pregnancy, which of course, she couldn’t provide, so her plan was thwarted.”

  “That’s plain evil,” I said.

  “It was, especially after I’d lived with her for over two years and trusted her. I never imagined she could do something so awful. The whole thing was stupid because it was easy to discover it wasn’t real, but it devastated me nevertheless.” He ran a hand over his face. “So, when you brought up the past relationship, all those bitter thoughts plowed into me. I gave up relationships, until you. When I saw you at the reception, the way you acted, how you made me laugh, things changed. You were different…are different than anyone I’ve ever been around. You don’t care about things other women do and you’re honest about it. And I keep finding things about you that intrigue me even more.”

  I reached for his hand and said, “Thank you. Thank you for telling me. I know it wasn’t easy revealing something like that. I’m sorry she hurt you so badly.”

  “I’m not. Don’t get me wrong. I was for a long time afterward. But if she hadn’t done those terrible things, who knows what would’ve happened? I may have been one of those unfortunate bastards locked in an awful marriage to a woman I didn’t love.”

  “True.”

  “What about you?”

  My brows snapped together as I glanced up at the ceiling. “I had two relationships that I’d consider important, but only one that crushed me. The first was my college sweetheart. I was naive to think we’d last forever, but he cheated on me our senior year. When I found out, I was the laughingstock because everyone else had known, except me. Even my friends, and they hadn’t told me. I confronted him and he said that since we’d be graduating soon and going our separate ways, what was the use of monogamy anyway? What a cheat. Later, I realized he wasn’t worth it in the end and that I hadn’t really been in love. About a year and a half later, when I was getting my master’s, I really fell hard. He was a psychology professor. We had so much in common and we lasted for almost two years. And then the unthinkable happened. I was already finished with my degree, thank God, when I saw him out with another woman who happened to be his wife. Unbeknown to me, he’d been engaged to someone else the entire time we were dating and had actually gotten married! I was so in love with him I’d never suspected a thing. When he wasn’t available, he was at faculty meetings, conferences, you get the idea. He gave me no reason to mistrust him whatsoever. That night I saw him, at first, I thought he was with a student or perhaps another faculty member. I made such a fool out of myself. I went up to his table, excited to see him because he’d been away. Of course he had … on his fucking honeymoon. And the wife, you should’ve seen her face when I told him how much I’d missed him and threw my arms around him, intending to kiss him. Now I feel sorry for her, but back then, I saw her as the enemy. She’d been as taken in as I had. He’d really broken me. It took a long time to get over him.”

  “Do you still love him?”

  “Oh, hell no. Once I got over the anguish of betrayal and the—I can’t believe he could do that to me feeling—I dealt with the broken bits of me and moved on. But I was like you. I haven’t wanted to be involved with any men since. Until you. You’ve managed to slip through, Evan Thomas.”

  He smiled and when he did, the room brightened.

  “It seems like we have even more in common than we thought.” He pressed his lips to mine and everything faded into the background.

  Twenty-Three

  Evan

  Sylvie’s story was much like mine, minus the extortion. She’d been through it in her relationship status with getting her heart broken. That told me if she gave me hers, she wouldn’t be giving it casually. My world bec
ame an even better place, if that were possible.

  “I’m sorry you fell for such a douche. You didn’t deserve it.” The truth was I wish I had fallen for her all those years ago. I was kicking myself in the ass for not paying closer attention back then.

  “I guess we’re sorry for each other, but the past is the past, and hopefully we’ve learned from our mistakes.”

  “Come with me.” Taking her hand, I led her back to the bedroom.

  “Are you ready to collect the bet you won?”

  “Would you believe me if I said I’d forgotten about it?”

  She stopped and pulled on my hand. “Are you serious? What kind of man are you?”

  “The kind who wants to see your ass bright pink after being flogged.”

  Her jaw gaped open and I used a finger to close it.

  “Are you surprised, Sylvie?”

  “You might say that.”

  I guided her toward the bed, which was still unmade from this morning. It was a reminder of last night and I didn’t need any of those. My imagination was running wild already. My hands reached for the hem of the T-shirt she wore, and I took it off. Her nipples were already hard, waiting for my mouth to suck on them. But I wanted her naked first. I took my time, building up the anticipation. Her eyes watched my every move as I undressed. She was so provocative as she ran her tongue across her lower lip. Maybe I should’ve had her suck my dick after all.

  I bent down and put a nipple in my mouth. I sucked it hard, then grazed it with my teeth. Her sharp inhale pleased me. I did the same to the other and her fingers sunk into my shoulders. I walked her backward toward the bed until she fell upon it. Her legs opened wide for me and I licked her. She cried out for more, but I stopped.

  When I went to the bedside drawer, she asked, “You’re really doing this, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am. If you hate it, all you have to do is tell me to stop.”

  “As in a safe word?”