by Lex Martin
I want to put this horrid evening behind us.
But I want her, and I want her to know it.
And for the first time in so long, I have something, someone, I really want to fight for.
“Listen to me. I would never deliberately take another woman to something I knew you were attending. I’ve been flirting with you since the moment I met you. You have to know I’m interested in you. I’m not that jerk who leads on women while I’m seeing someone else. My family roped me into going with her at the last minute.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I can’t fucking get rid of her.”
Brushing her long bangs out of her face, she mutters, “She’s gorgeous. I can see why you’d like her.”
I reach out and put my hand under her chin and look into her eyes. “Evelyn, you’re the gorgeous one. You don’t need to worry about her. She’s only beautiful in the way that low-rider cars can be beautiful—over-painted and vastly modified from the original.” The tension in Evie’s shoulders starts to abate. “Seriously, who has that kind of tan in Portland? It’s from a salon. She wears so much makeup. And half of her is surgically enhanced. I know.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to hear about it.”
I’ve only just begun. “The other part to this equation is my family. We don’t argue in public. Ever. And certainly not with my parents at a high-profile event. So when my mother, in her infinite wisdom, decided to play matchmaker tonight, my familial obligations won out. Although my mom had good intentions, she doesn’t understand that my ex cheated on me. She only knows Tiffany wants me back, and tonight, Tiffany and my mother and brother conspired to make it happen. But I’m tired of this bullshit and told Tiffany if she tries this again, family reputation—hers and mine—be damned because I’m not putting up with her games.”
Evie’s expression softens slightly, and I realize I haven’t asked my most pressing question. My voice lowers. “Why did you come with another guy? I didn’t think you were seeing anyone.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“There is absolutely nothing going on with Tiffany. I swear, sweetheart.” Reaching out, I stroke her cheek. “I’ve explained. Now it’s your turn.”
She tilts her chin away. “I don’t have to do shit, Josh.”
“If you don’t believe me, I’ll drive you to her place right this goddamn minute to prove it to you.”
Her eyes widen as I step closer.
Her chest heaves, and she opens her pretty, smart mouth to tell me off some more, so I do the only thing I can to get her to stop.
I push up my glasses and kiss her. Hard.
One touch of her lips against mine, and we ignite.
Like a blowtorch sparking against metal.
Immediately, we’re wrapped around each other.
Thrusting my hand into her hair, I kiss her deeper, relishing her soft, plump lips. Loving her sweet taste and the almond scent of her hair.
She feels so right against me, it takes all of my restraint not to tear off her dress when I finger the tie along her back.
Her shoulders lean into me, and I take a chance and run my other hand down to her round ass. Those luscious tits heave against my chest, and I rise to half-staff.
Guess the most famous dick on the internet knows a good thing.
I don’t know what she wants. I don’t know if she is really mad or if it’s all a front for being hurt. All I know is she’s kissing me back as fiercely as I’m kissing her. I break apart—she makes a whimpering noise like she doesn’t want me to—and start kissing down her bare neck. Her teeth nip at my ear, and I love it.
But then her hand trails down my back to my ass, and I get harder. There’s no way she can’t feel it now given how closely she’s pressed to me and the thin material of her dress.
We find each other’s mouths again, a desperate need clawing at me to get closer.
She snakes a hand between us, lingering over my pecs, and my taut muscles twitch under her roaming fingers. I bite her lower lip. In response, she pulls my tongue to her and sucks on it.
I break apart again, long enough to strip out of my jacket and tie and kick off my shoes.
When I turn back to her, she touches her lips and whispers, “Josh, what are we doing?”
Moving her to the edge of the bed, I feather my mouth over hers in a soft kiss. “What I think we’ve both wanted from the moment we met.”
Those gray eyes shine back, brilliant and bright and so fucking beautiful, it tightens my chest.
Reaching behind her, I rip off the duvet, scattering all of the papers and law books to the ground, and lay her down on her back.
For a second, I hover over her and stare. She’s mussed, hair splayed on her pillow, nipples tight and pointing through her thin dress.
I’m still anchored above her as the words tumble out of me. “Evie, I can’t get enough of you.” Her eyes widen, and I lean down to kiss her. “Tell me to stop if you need to. We don’t have to do anything more than talk, but I want us to happen.”
“I want you too,” she says quietly. “Even when I shouldn’t because you might be a client.” Worrying her bottom lip, she glances away. “And then tonight, when I thought we could be together—”
“Tonight was fucked up. I fucked up, and I’m sorry.” I hate that I hurt her. Hate that I caused her any kind of distress. “But I promise I won’t again.”
The softness in her eyes returns, and she nods.
We stare at each other in the darkness until a shy smile tilts her lips.
“Come here.” She tugs up the hem of her dress and bends open one long leg to welcome me.
My heart knocks against my chest as I lower myself to her beautiful body.
And with the gentle touch of her lips, I’m forgiven.
I won’t take that for granted.
Whispering her name, I thread my fingers through her hair. Our mouths connect again, heating every part of me, thrumming my blood through my veins until my rock-hard cock strains against her thigh.
Given how her hands are on me, clutching me tight, I’m sure she wants this as much as I do. I reach down and touch her velvety knee and trail my hand up her thigh, headed between her legs.
“Yes,” she whispers and bites my neck.
Taking my time, I glide my hand against her panties. She’s soaked. As much as I want to rip them off and push into her, I’m not going to. I want to make this amazing for her.
I make gentle circles on her pussy, feeling the lace rub against her wet skin until she writhes against me.
Quickly, she helps me push down her underwear, and then we race to press our bodies back together.
The heat from her satiny skin and the wetness coating my finger when I dip inside her challenge every ounce of self-control I have to take it slow, to focus on her and not the insistence of my heavy erection. Keeping my thumb on her tender nub, I coax a second finger inside her, her eyes darkening as I stroke faster, deeper, harder, until her breathing grows ragged.
Her chest heaves, and I dip my face to the plunging neckline of her shiny dress, and lick the edge of her breast. The sweet scent of her body overwhelms me in the best way, and I only barely keep myself from biting her.
“Your pussy feels amazing, sweetheart.” Tight. Wet. A slick paradise.
Fuck. That look she gives me… it’s headier than a million new subscribers on my blog.
With a confident hand, she reaches for my hard shaft, rubbing it through my black suit pants, the friction making me clench my eyes.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpers as I make circles inside of her, her muscles tightening around my fingers, getting wetter with each rotation.
Her clit is so hard, I know she’s going to come. I keep at it, giving her all of my focus, but God, loving how she jerks me off through my clothes.
I watch her face. Watch her mouth open on a silent cry. Watch her whole body tense underneath me.
“Come, baby.”
The waves of her orgasm tremble on my hand as she clutches the sheets, her hair wild and disheveled and so goddamn sexy, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
A contented sigh leaves her.
Those gray eyes, glazed and heavy and a little unfocused, turn up to me just before she grazes my neck with her lips. “Take your clothes off, Josh. I want to feel you.”
Kneeling between her legs, I fumble with the buttons on my shirt.
As soon as it’s off, her lips part, and I bask in her unspoken appreciation for all the work I do at the gym.
The suit pants are next, the sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet room. Her eyes trail down my body, and when I finally push my black boxer briefs down my thighs, my cock juts forward.
I fist myself in long, slow strokes, loving how her eyes flare.
“Your body is unbelievable.” She shifts her legs, going on her hands and knees and wrapping her hot, wet mouth around me.
Oh, fuck.
Sensuous licks up my shaft make my thighs tense, but then she works me in her hand as she sucks and swirls her tongue, and I am so lost. Whatever heaven there is, whatever perfection man can experience on Earth, she’s brought all of the goddamn pleasure to me, in this moment, right now.
“Fuck, Evie, your mouth feels so good.”
Those eyes look up at me—need and desire burning bright in her gaze—and suddenly my urge to make her come again outweighs the craving to empty myself between those perfect lips.
I lean back out of her mouth and shove my pants and socks all the way off. With a tug, I untie her wrap dress, and it separates, revealing her curves. I’m immediately addicted to every one of them.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.” She reaches over to a nightstand and pulls out a box. It’s new, never been opened, which surprises me, but I like it.
“Let’s get your dress off.”
The slow shimmy of the gold fabric down her pale skin quickens my pulse, but when she unhooks her bra, exposing the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen, my dick lurches. They’re full and fucking mouthwatering with creamy white skin and rosy-tipped nipples. I need my face between them.
Lying back down on the bed, she stares up at me with wide eyes. Now we’re both naked, and I want to touch her everywhere.
I cup her head and kiss her, nibble on her ear. On the gentle slope of her shoulder. On the valley between her breasts.
Pushing back, I cradle her tits, sucking one, then the other.
“Josh?” she breathes.
“Yeah,” I say, my tongue on her skin.
“Get inside me.”
She doesn’t have to say it again. I rip open the box of condoms, grab one, and roll it on.
My heart pounds in my chest when my eyes connect with Evie’s. When I see her unguarded expression.
This, her… Everything about this woman calls to me.
I spread her legs wide and position my cock at her entrance. Her dark hair is splayed over the sheet, her tits blush-red, her lips bruised from our kisses. Not taking my eyes off hers, I gently push in one inch.
Oh, my fuck, she’s tight.
I can’t slam in. I want to, but she needs to get used to my size. With one agonizing movement at a time, I press and press until I fit all the way inside her. She’s so slick it doesn’t take too long, and hearing the hitch of her breath as I enter her makes me even harder, if that’s possible. Her muscles contract around me, squeezing my dick.
“Want to take it easy on you. Don’t want to hurt you.”
I’m stuffed to the hilt, cock swelling, needing relief.
Those long legs wrap around my back, and I somehow slide deeper. Bliss.
“Fuck me hard, Josh. I can handle it.”
Her voice is full of need and lust, and it snaps something in me.
My hips pull back, and I move earnestly, pulling out almost all the way and thrusting forward until our bodies smack together.
The whole bed moves. Her tits shake. Her nails dig into my back. She mutters incoherently, a litany of curses and prayers as I move over her.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
Her back arches, and those beautiful breasts jut out. Tightening my hold on her hips, I pound deeper into her pussy. Christ, I’m dying to let go, but I can’t yet.
“Want you to come again,” I grunt, trying to hold on.
Flipping us over so that she’s on top, I fuck her from below, making her boobs bounce with each movement. Reaching between our bodies, I thumb her clit gently, and she tosses her head back, her whole body tightening around me.
Watching her, I can’t handle it. She’s too perfect. Feels too good. Too wet and snug.
I can tell she likes this position because she starts clenching her thighs.
With a strangled cry, she comes again, her body quaking above me and her hair tumbling around her shoulders.
She is the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen. Leaning down, she kisses me ferociously, our bodies pressed together, my hips pistoning, sliding in and out of her, increasing the pressure, increasing the pleasure.
Our mouths part, and she whispers, “Your turn, Josh.” And I flip us over again and, with one last thrust, come like my entire soul is emptying into her.
Collapsing down, I burrow my face against her neck. That was the best first fuck I’ve ever had. I immediately want to do it again, exploring every possible way to make her come.
Brushing my lips against hers, I catch her eyes, wanting to see how she’s doing.
Her expression is sleepy, her skin flushed, her body relaxed.
I clear my throat. “You okay, sweetheart?”
She smiles, and the affection beaming back at me pierces something under my sternum. “Yes.”
I can’t help it, I reach around her and squeeze her tight, hugging her desperately, my cock still inside her. “You’re amazing. This was amazing,” I whisper, and she responds by kissing me back.
The jingle of a dog collar gets our attention, and we both look to the door. Chauncey stands there with a look on his face like, Whatcha doin’?
And we both burst out laughing.
12
Evie
My bones feel like jelly as I tiptoe to the bathroom. Glancing over my shoulder, I can make out Josh’s muscular body taking up half of the bed in the quiet morning light, and the sight of him makes everything in me shiver. Is it wrong that I’m thrilled he slept over?
Calm your tits, Evie. Last night wasn’t a marriage proposal.
Speaking of proposals, that reminds me of Tiffany, which is enough to pop my morning-after sex-fest high.
With a sigh, I sneak into the bathroom and close the door.
When I sit on the toilet, my whole body aches. My girlie parts are deliciously sore. We went at it hard last night, but Jesus, he’s good in bed. I don’t remember ever coming like that once with a man, much less multiple times.
While everything in me fought against listening to him when he showed up on my doorstep, ultimately, I believe his explanation. I grew up in this city and understand exactly what he meant about his family presenting a certain façade to the public. The Cartwrights have that on lockdown. And as far as I can tell, Josh has only been honest with me. I think I was too jacked up on jealousy and wine to think clearly.
But he nearly banged down my door, trying to explain.
I smile and let the giddiness that bubbled up in me as I rolled out of bed take over. And that feeling has me wrapped in a state of euphoria until I wash my hands, glance in the mirror, and almost scream in horror at the raccoon eyes staring back.
Quickly, I wash off last night’s makeup and brush my teeth. Once I wipe away the mascara, I finally get a good look at myself. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes look a little glazed.
Is that from the great sex or the orgasms? Or just from rolling around naked for a few hours with Josh? Because sign me up for more. Sex with this man even cured me of my headache.
When I get back to my bedroom, I replay Kendall’s advice to play it cool, but it’s hard when I’m staring at the sex god in my bed. He has one arm tucked under his head that rests on a pillow as he sleeps on his side, and my sheets are draped across his waist, leaving his glorious chest and abs on display.
Is Josh Cartwright the universe’s way of giving me a high five after years of giving me the finger? Part of me worries I’m still dreaming.
Reaching into my dresser, I slip on a T-shirt, feeling self-conscious now that morning light is streaming through my windows. While I’ve been working out, it’s hard to break out of the chubby girl mindset. Although I was never massively overweight, my ample chest always made me feel way bigger than I actually was. Even now, when I can fit in the smallest size I’ve ever worn as an adult.
My eyes trail over to the disaster on the floor where papers and books are strewn everywhere. I can be a bit of a slob, but this exceeds my threshold.
Leaning over, I start to pile up the documents when a strong arm reaches around me.
I squeak, whirling around and come face to face with a very naked Josh.
“Hey, babe.” His voice is raspy with sleep. He pulls me close to him and the papers spill out of my grasp because what was I even doing two seconds ago? He chuckles. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Hey,” I mumble against his warm chest as I hug him back. Wow, did he just kiss my head?
“Sorry about the mess. Guess I got carried away last night. I’ll help you organize it before I go.”
Right. He’s going. I stiffen, preparing myself to hear him make his getaway, except he drags me back to bed.
“Why are you wearing clothes?” he asks sleepily as he pulls me over his body and slips his thigh between mine.
I shrug, because I’m not really a fan of underscoring my insecurities with the hot guy I just slept with.
Except it’s hard to feel insecure with this drop-dead gorgeous man’s hands in my hair and on my ass.
