Sliding her arm from his grip, she backed a step toward the restroom. “You work on making it difficult for me to keep my clothes on, Oh.”
Winking at him, she turned away to go back into the restroom to retrieve Taylor. Evie would do whatever it took to comfort her friend and had confidence that Oak would relish the task she’d put to him.
fifteen
Opening his eyes from their sleep, Oak intended to stretch out like he did every morning. But he paused when he registered the press of a body laid out on his. Blinking down, he saw he had both arms around his slumbering Evie. Facing each other, they didn’t have a lot of space on this couch, but it didn’t matter, he was pleased of the excuse to hold her so close.
By the time he’d gotten back to the suite last night, both Evie and Taylor were in the bedroom, wearing his tee-shirts, hollering and laughing. It sounded like they were having the time of their lives, so he’d left them to it and gone to sleep on the couch.
Hours after that, he’d been woken up by Evie sitting on him. She wasn’t making a move, he doubted she’d even been aware of him before she’d dropped onto the couch with a plan to put on her shoes. It just so happened his body was between her ass and the seat.
She’d apologized and tried to slip away, explaining that she was going to her room.
But that’s when they’d met their dilemma.
Oak wanted to walk her to her room. Except Evie didn’t want Taylor to be left alone. But, Oak hadn’t wanted Evie going anywhere on her own so late when she was drunk and vulnerable.
His woman had still been drunk enough that when he suggested they cuddle until they came up with a solution, Evie hadn’t put up much of a fight.
Maybe she’d known they’d fall asleep together and just needed the excuse to crawl into his arms, or maybe she was just too drunk to think about it too much. Either way, it worked out for him because he’d just woken in the sunlight with his woman pressed against him. He couldn’t imagine a better way to start the day.
Smiling at her sleeping figure, he wondered if he’d get away with sliding his hand down—someone cleared their throat.
Turning his head, he found his unimpressed sister standing at the end of the couch, her arms folded and her foot tapping. “What do you think you’re doing?” Taylor asked.
“Nothing,” he said, his gruff voice still switching from asleep to awake.
“You took advantage of her,” Taylor hissed.
“No!” he objected. “We’re dressed.” Pushing the blanket from his torso and Evie’s, he couldn’t reach to push it further. Though he was pretty pleased about that because his morning wood hadn’t dropped yet. But he showed his sister that they were both wearing tee-shirts at least. “Nothing happened.”
That had the advantage of being true, they hadn’t even kissed… not on this couch… not last night anyway.
“Oh,” Evie murmured and, fuck, her leg slid up over his thigh to curl around his hip.
Grinding herself close to him, she wasn’t helping him get rid of his morning glory. The damn woman encouraged his dick even when she was unconscious.
“She’s having a dream or something,” Taylor said, waving her hands at her brother. “Move before she wakes up embarrassed.”
Taylor obviously hadn’t figured out that Evie’s use of “Oh” was actually a reference to him. But for right now, that was ok with him. Oak had seen Evie turned on. He’d seen her happy, both real and faking it. He’d seen her sad, devastated, falling apart, and angry. Boy, had he seen her angry. But he’d never seen her embarrassed, not about sex.
Shifting a little to position himself on his back, Oak kept an arm around Evie and curled the other behind his head. “I don’t think Evie gets embarrassed about sex stuff,” he said.
This new position worked out for him because his girl’s thigh was resting over his groin, giving him cover for anything going on beneath the blanket.
Taylor thrust her hands to her hips. “So that makes it ok for you to take advantage of her while she’s unconscious? Oakley! I thought you were a better man than this!”
Disappointing Taylor hurt his heart, but Evie broke the fraught moment when she whined and stretched, opening her hand on his chest to close it again in a tight fist that scrunched his shirt. “I smell Oak,” she murmured and turned her head up.
He only had one second to think about what he’d do if Evie tried to kiss him because Taylor spoke before his girl got the chance to make a move on him. “That’s because you’re lying on Oak.”
Evie lifted her head, blinking dazed, sleepy eyes at him, then at Taylor, then back at him. “Oh shit,” Evie sighed out, but let her head fall hard onto his chest. “Did I accidently fuck my boss again?”
Again? He hoped that was a joke. “He says nothing happened,” Taylor said.
Turned out that the blanket wasn’t great cover after all. Evie made no secret of what she was doing when she slid the sole of her foot up his thigh and drew one of her knees high to touch her crotch.
“Still wearing panties,” she said and then picked up her fingers to look at them. “No spunk… we’re good.”
When his sister laughed, he breathed a mental sigh of relief. “You’re outrageous, Evie,” Taylor said.
It was amazing that his sister could laugh given what she’d learned about her ex last night. If Evie hadn’t been here, he couldn’t see how Tay could ever be laughing so soon after getting the news about Ethan.
“Due diligence,” Evie said and stretched again.
“You’d probably have used a condom…” Taylor said. “I hope to God you would have used a condom.”
“Then check the trash,” Evie said. “And go fill that amazing Jacuzzi tub in Oak’s bathroom, I want to wash your hair.”
Taylor sighed and shook her head. “Let’s not tell Lana about this.”
His sister walked away, and the bedroom door closed a second later.
Oak was about to get up, but before he could, Evie slithered on top of him and touched her fingers to his lips. “Nothing happened?” she asked. “I’m wet, like happy to be hanging with Pavlov wet.”
“You were dreaming and wriggling around.” Opening his lips, he tasted her, grabbing for her wrist to suck her fingers into his mouth. “One thing happened, you spent the night with me, that happened,” he said, recognizing the significance of the last few hours. “But that’s not what Taylor meant.”
“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” she said, boosting herself higher to find his mouth with hers.
Sliding her wrist out of his grip, she took hold of his instead to guide his hand under the blanket and onto her ass.
His boner woke up again and no time later, his fingers were insinuating their way into her underwear. “Think we can be quick?”
Evie smiled, rubbing her lips on his. “With Taylor a door away? We didn’t do anything last night and she was passed out sleeping, she’ll walk back through that door any second and you want to have sex?”
“Would it be so bad?”
He got just a glimpse of her quick grin before she bit his chin and sat up. Letting one leg drape off the front of the couch as the other crooked between his hip and the backrest, she rocked her hips, grinding into him.
“If your sister walked out of the bedroom to see me riding you? Yeah, I think that might be bad.”
Clutching for her hips, he hissed through gritted teeth. “Not the sex,” he managed to force out the words. “Would it be so bad if she… knew about us?”
Evie stopped moving and breathed out before climbing off him to stand up. Rolling onto his side, Oak caught her ankle before she could walk away from him.
After glaring at his hand, she drew her eyes up to his. “You appear to be holding onto my ankle, Mr. Orion.”
Shit. She was pissed… or was she playing? At this early hour of the day he wasn’t perceptive enough to read her. But, damn, Evie didn’t have that problem. Apparently, she was ‘on’ from the minute she opened her eyes.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, trying a compliment. “I want to wake up with you every day… whatever it takes.”
Compassion softened her, or maybe pity was a better description. There was an equal chance that it was guilt that caused her to look at him with such sympathy; she’d told him they couldn’t spend the night together, so he assumed she was going to tell him last night wouldn’t be repeated any time soon.
Whatever it was, she cut him a break. “If Taylor knows we’re a thing, we can’t offer opposing support with the whole Ethan mess.”
Keeping them a secret was for Taylor’s benefit?
Loosening his hand, Oak sagged onto his back again. This woman just kept impressing him; worming her way deeper into his affections with every second that passed.
“Shit, Thirteen, are you trying to wreck me?” he asked.
Because she was damn close to doing it.
“No,” she said and puckered her lips while a glint of mischief flickered in her eyes.
He was still wondering how he’d got such an amazing girl, when she bent at the waist, yanked the blanket down and pulled his dick from his shorts. “Fuck, Thirte—”
Kissing his head, she opened her mouth and sucked him in hard. But it was the long moan of pleasure that came from her throat that made him groan. Sinking a hand into her thigh gap, he yanked her ass in his direction and spanked her hard. Her mouth left his dick in a laugh and that sound of joy made his cock throb for her. Had he just made her happy? Did he make her happy?
Dropping onto her knees, Evie faced him and pulled the blanket over his lap again, but kept her hand underneath it. “I’ll finish you later,” she purred, rubbing her hand over his balls before she took his shaft and squeezed it tight.
“I’m just supposed to lie here all day and wait?”
When she laughed again, a burst of pride fueled his own happiness. He’d known she made him happy before, but being like this, so overwhelmed with joy at making her smile? Wow, he was a goner for sure.
“We’re due at breakfast with everyone in a while… and we have a meeting in here tonight before your big date.”
Oops, was he supposed to have made a reservation? Evie did have a habit of making him forget pertinent facts. “My big date?” he asked, amazed that they could be having a conversation while she jerked her tight fist up and down his solid dick. “Remind me, where are we going?”
“Not with me,” she said, digging her nails into his arm. “You’re going to dinner alone with Lana.”
“Since when?” His sitting up forced her hand away from his dick and he put his feet on the floor on either side of her. “When the hell did I start getting left out of all the decisions?”
Taylor came out of the bedroom. It was Evie who had the presence of mind to bundle the blanket in his lap and lean back against the coffee table to make their position look less intimate. “You’re right, that tub looks amazing,” Taylor said then looked at him. “Uh-oh, what’s wrong with your face? Did you touch Evie inappropriately? Bet she knows how to slap a guy down.”
“Hard,” Evie called out as Taylor made her way to the coffee machine.
Evie winked at him before climbing to her feet, putting her ass in his face. He wanted to bite her. To reach under his tee-shirt that was draped over her body, pull down those panties and bend her over.
Damn.
Why did Taylor have to be here this morning of all mornings?
Though the truth was, it was only because of Taylor that Evie was here at all.
Her ass came even closer. Whatever she wanted, she’d get, he just didn’t know what it was. Quickly putting his hand under the tee-shirt, he gave her ass a brief pat and then she was walking away toward Taylor.
“I’m getting in the tub after you, Tay,” Evie said. “I only have the excuse to use it ‘cause you’re here.”
The women whispered and laughed at the bar while they made coffee. Evie could use the tub any damn time she liked, he’d get an identical one installed at his place too if it meant she’d come over and get naked.
Thinking a few steps ahead, he wanted to know when they could start living together. He’d have to convince her to stay with MatchMate first… though he could be with her even if she wasn’t a permanent employee. She was good at her job; it was no surprise that she was in demand.
Before either of those things, he’d have to talk her into being with him, getting her used to the language of being “together” of having a “boyfriend” of being in “love”.
A smile warmed his lips. They’d said it last night, real or not, it felt real and he liked it. Oak hadn’t thought about using those words with her because he’d assumed it was too soon. When he’d heard them from her lips, he’d known he wanted to hear them again.
Just like when she cast him in the role of jealous husband. She might not have meant it seriously in that moment, but just the notion sliding from her tongue was enough to plant the seed in his mind. Oak did want to be married, like he’d said to Taylor, he wanted to jump into a commitment as soon as he found a woman he wanted to be with and he’d never wanted to be with a woman as much as he wanted to be with Evie Dewar. Evie Orion… had a nice ring to it.
Of course, none of that would happen if he didn’t first figure out a way to make spending the night together a regular thing.
“What are you smiling about, brother?” Taylor asked.
Lifting his head, he saw Evie on her way to him carrying a mug of coffee.
Bending at the waist, she played up those plump lips and tapered eyes. “Your morning coffee, sir,” she said in her best vixen voice.
Taylor laughed again. “Don’t play with him, Evie, Oak isn’t a morning person,” she said and began to head toward the bedroom, not that he noticed except out the corner of his eye. “I’m going to get in the tub. Oak, don’t come in there, I’m leaving the door open for Evie, but I won’t have clothes on.”
After the bedroom door closed, Evie fell to her knees between his feet again. “Not a morning person?” Evie asked, pushing the blankets away. “Let’s see if I can help wake you up.”
He resented the mug in his hand when she took him into her mouth again. Shit. This woman was going to kill him. Yep, she was actually going to kill him.
sixteen
The day hadn’t gone so bad. After Evie was done with Oak’s dick, she’d gone to get her shampoo and other things she needed to pamper Taylor in the tub. She felt good about cheering Taylor up. And as she refilled the tub after Taylor’s soak, the women talked some more about the Ethan situation.
Taylor had to go to her own room to get changed, so she’d left Evie in the tub. Just before her new friend departed the bathroom, Evie told her to make sure Oak knew she was naked in his tub. Taylor thought the warning was meant to keep him out, to protect her modesty. But Evie hadn’t even lifted her head from the towel she was using as a pillow when she heard him sliding into the water with her a couple of minutes later.
The rest of the day was a blur of paperwork and meetings. They only had one more full day here tomorrow. After the farewell party the following night, they’d all have to pack and be ready to go back to HQ.
Evie had enjoyed having dinner with Taylor and the guys. Having their company actually made it easier to forget that Oak was on a date with Lana. A business date. That’s all it was.
She was in her room brushing her teeth, getting ready for bed, when she heard the tapping on her door. Rinsing her mouth, she wiped it with the towel then went to peek through the peephole. It had to be close to midnight, no one should be here this late.
When she saw Oak, she smiled and rolled her eyes. Opening the door, she didn’t say a word while she waited for an explanation. His first move was to duck and kiss her.
Pushing on his shoulder, she separated their mouths. “Is there a problem? Is it Taylor?” she asked.
“Pavlov,” he said, scanning her figure.
Giving him points for honesty, she exhaled a smile. “Pavlo
v can wait until it’s daylight.”
She tried to close the door, but he moved forward a step. “Ok, I’m lying. It’s not him, it’s me.”
Something about his demeanor made her examine him more closely. “Did something happen with Lana? Did you sleep with her?”
“What? Fuck, no! Thirteen! How could you—”
“You kissed her?” she said like she was making guesses on a game show. “You were attracted to her?” God, men and their… whatever. “Oakley, it’s ok. I told you if—”
“This is nothing to do with Lana,” he said. “We had a perfectly benign evening. There’s nothing wrong with her. Nothing exciting about her either. I just… I miss you.”
“We had sex in the tub this morning,” she said. “After I blew you.”
Hope widened his eyes. “Yes, see, I owe you… I gotta owe you a couple now. Let me come in and make it up to you.”
“I thought this wasn’t about Pavlov.”
“It’s not,” he said, edging even closer. “It’s about his Bell.”
Reaching forward, he tried to slide his hand into the front of her shorts. He was persistent, but she intercepted him, threading her fingers through his to guide them away.
“Bell isn’t ringing for you tonight,” she said. “She might ring for me, but—”
He groaned, and his forehead fell against the doorframe with a thud. “You’re torturing me.”
No, she wasn’t. Why was he so attractive? And so obstinate? He stayed there with his eyes closed and his forehead against the frame of her door and she wished things were different. Evie wished she could be like any other woman, that she could be the woman he deserved. Maybe this was a good time to explain to him how she never would be.
“I’m going to show you something,” she said.
With their already linked fingers, she drew him into the room and let the door close at his back. He stayed behind her as she led him past the bathroom. She stopped just at the end of the short hallway and stepped over the tripwire she had setup. Leaving him on the other side of it, she crouched to twang it.
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