by Alina Jacobs
I was about to turn around and go back down to the lobby to wait for her when the door swung open. There was Evan.
“Did you want to come in?” he asked in that deep voice that was making me want to shove his face between my legs.
“The caterer is going to be here soon,” I said, not moving.
“Too bad,” Evan said. “I guess I’ll have to wait to fuck you.”
I sucked in a breath. Evan reached out, stuck three fingers down the front of my blouse, and gently pulled me into his condo, closing the door.
“You can’t just send me a picture like that and then act like you’re just here professionally,” he murmured.
I swallowed. “I shouldn’t have sent that; I was drunk on pizza.”
The corner of his mouth quirked, and his hand trailed down my front to my pussy.
“You didn’t respond,” I said, voice slightly hoarse as his hand crept under my skirt.
“What am I supposed to say to that?” Evan asked conversationally, pressing kisses to my neck and my jaw as he slowly rubbed me through my panties. “You told me to stop coming over to your apartment. Otherwise, I would have gone over there last night, pushed you facedown on the bed, spread your legs, stroked that perfect wet pussy, then fucked you with my thick cock.”
I gasped as he stroked me.
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly. His hand rubbed me, and I ground against him, needing him. My pussy ached. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but he was kissing me hard, taking my mouth. I moaned against him, my fingers digging into his biceps. I just needed that friction. My body was hot and aching for him.
The doorbell rang, and Evan unwound himself from me. I gasped for breath as he went to the door. My panties were soaking wet.
“Wait,” I said breathlessly as I tried to calm my racing heart and make it look like I wasn’t just going to have sex against a wall.
Evan smirked at me. “I could pretend we’re not here,” he whispered.
“Hello?” Elsie called. “I’m here with Weddings in the City for the catering tasting session.”
I pulled the door open. “Do you need any help?”
My friend looked between the two of us, me red-faced and disheveled, Evan behind me, cool and collected in his suit. She raised an eyebrow.
“Sure. I have everything on the cart,” my friend said, wheeling it in. I followed her, picking up my bag from where I’d dropped it on the floor.
Elsie had a slight smirk on her face. “Told you,” she whispered. “I’m surprised he didn’t come over last night.”
“I wish he had,” I muttered.
The food was displayed on Evan’s dining room table in its little warming trays when Imogen arrived.
“I’ll walk you through the menu,” Elsie said as Imogen surveyed the food. “For the cocktail hour, we have seafood salad shooters with shrimp, calamari, and mussels with extra-virgin olive oil and lemon, along with figs and prosciutto and wild mushroom tartlets. We also have miniature crab cakes, which are a big favorite, and artichoke mousse puffs and mini lobster rolls.”
My mouth was watering. I loved all of Elsie’s food, but my favorite was the mini lobster rolls.
Mika took one of each of the appetizers.
“Imogen, these are delicious.”
“As long as it’s better than what Kaitlyn served. Can you imagine, getting pregnant when someone is about to get married? The nerve. You should serve tuna tartare. Maybe then the raw fish will make her sick,” Imogen said meanly.
“I don’t think that will keep,” I said.
Elsie’s mouth was agape, and I nudged her. I didn’t want Imogen to go off on another rant about her bridesmaids or lack thereof.
“And for the entrée, we have steak, fish, chicken, and vegetarian options. The steak is filet Oscar with asparagus, hollandaise sauce, and truffle mac ’n’ cheese. The chicken is chicken Kiev with haricot beans tossed in grade-A balsamic vinegar and garlic-herb mashed potatoes.”
Evan cut into one of the deep-fried chicken cutlets that was wrapped around an herby butter. “Man, it’s a squirter,” he said, looking at me.
“The fish is halibut with a creamy lemon-caper sauce, lemon-braised fennel and fingerling potatoes, and charred Brussels sprouts.”
“This is all amazing!” Mika gushed to Elsie.
“It’s not fancy enough,” Imogen interjected.
“These are the best-quality ingredients,” Elsie assured her. “They’re all locally sourced. This is some of the best beef in the country, and we use heirloom chickens.”
“It looks like what everyone else had at their wedding. I want something different. I’m giving every one of my guests a corgi, after all,” Imogen said, turning up her nose.
Time to woman up and manage some expectations.
“I don’t think that we will be able to have a corgi for every guest,” I told her. “We could provide corgi-related gift items—”
Imogen slammed her water glass down on the table. It shattered, and water dripped on the floor.
“I will have corgis as my wedding. I will not have a basic wedding that everyone else has. Your company is supposed to be the hot new thing. Well, let me tell you, I am unimpressed. I’m going to make sure everyone knows how incompetent you are if you don’t deliver. Now when I say I want unique, I mean it. I want something better than what she brought here,” Imogen spat, jabbing her finger at Elsie. “I want my wedding to be talked about for years. I want people to have never seen anything like that. You need to revise the menu.”
I glanced at Elsie.
“Would you like more exotic ingredients?” she offered.
“Immie,” Teddy said, “I’m going moose hunting for my bachelor party. Elsie could serve what we shoot.”
“I’m not serving moose at my wedding!” the bride shrieked. “You’re making a mockery of me! This is my day, and you’re trying to ruin it! You are all trying to ruin it!”
“What if we did a tasting menu?” Mika suggested, nervously eating a crab cake. “That’s classy and different.”
“It’s also lengthy,” I stated. “Normally, tasting menus can be several hours long.”
“It’s my wedding, and if I want my guests to sit for hours for a tasting menu, then that’s what’s going to happen,” Imogen said, crossing her arms.
“We can do a shortened tasting menu,” Elsie suggested. “It can be more like tapas at each table.”
“No. I want it like Alinea, that fancy Chicago restaurant.”
Elsie was doing the calculations in her head. “That’s not what was originally budgeted.”
“Evan, pay for it and make it happen,” Imogen ordered. “God, Ivy, you’re such a nag and so incompetent. First, the invitations were wrong, then the dress, then you refuse to get my corgis for party favors, now you’re trying to ruin my reception.”
“I’m just trying to make sure that it’s a wonderful event for you and the guests,” I assured her.
“I don’t care about the guests!”
“Obviously,” Evan scoffed.
“Shut up!”
Evan glared at her. Mika ate a mini lobster roll in one bite then hastily grabbed another. I highly sympathized with her. My go-to stress relief was eating too.
“You need to act more grateful,” Imogen hissed at Evan. “Your mom left you and your sister, and my mom took care of you. You owe us.”
Evan stood up, face a cold mask. Mika darted between her siblings.
“Immie, let’s go have a drink, okay? Evan’s going to pay for the upgraded menu, and Elsie will make it tasty.”
“And Instagram worthy,” Imogen added.
“And me and your new assistant will find the corgis. It will be a beautiful wedding!” Mika said, herding her family out.
As soon as they left, Elsie rounded on Evan.
“Tasting menu is triple the price. And I’m throwing in a bitch tax on that too.”
“Just tell me if she requests any exotic animals,” Evan
said, running a hand through his hair.
“I can make chicken taste like anything you want,” Elsie told him grimly. “One bride said she wanted to serve zebra and wouldn’t believe me when I said that zebra meat wasn’t black-and-white striped. So I used chicken and a special grill to stripe it, and the bride was happy to eat ‘zebra meat’. I’ll leave the snacks,” Elsie said, patting me on the shoulder. “You might want to send some to your sister,” she told Evan.
“I’ll send you a revised contract,” I told Evan after my friend left.
He came over to wrap his arm around me. “I know what you’ve been waiting for this entire time,” he said, kissing my neck.
“Oh god, was I that obvious?” I said, shrugging him off, grabbing a plate, and loading it with Elsie’s fabulous food.
Evan gaped at me. “I meant me!” he said. I looked up at him, my mouth stuffed full of seafood salad.
34
Ivy
“Oh, right.”
“Oh, right?”
“Food is my stress relief,” I explained, taking another bite.
“I thought I was your stress relief.”
“You cause me nothing but stress.”
“And orgasms,” Evan added.
“And that.” I nodded, stuffing a lobster roll into my mouth. Now that I was alone with Evan, I wasn’t sure if this was the best idea. Imogen already had decided I was out to get her. This thing with Evan could blow up.
I ate two crab cakes at once.
Evan quirked an eyebrow. “I’m a little disappointed your all over that food more than me.”
“Food doesn’t judge me,” I said, scooping a spoonful of truffle mac ’n’ cheese onto my plate.
“When have I judged you?”
“I don’t know.” I squirmed. “You might think I’m easy or a tease.”
“I mean, you are a tease,” he said in that deep voice that was seriously competing with the cheesy pasta for my undying love and loyalty. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about,” Evan said.
I took another bite of pasta.
“I can totally fuck you while you eat,” Evan offered. “I’m willing to share.”
“That’s a choking hazard! Which is why I can’t believe that Ida is selling that chocolate sex sauce,” I said around a crab cake. “That’s definitely a choking hazard.”
“As much as I have fantasized about your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock,” Evan said, “I want even more to come buried in your pussy.”
“You could do both.” The food had worked its magic. The stress of Imogen had floated away, and all of the salt, acid, and heat of the food had jump-started the pleasure portion of my brain, which was now convinced that Evan would make the perfect dessert.
He is sexy. Would it be so bad?
After all, wasn’t that what working professional women did? We didn’t have time for relationships, so this no-strings-attached rebound thing Evan was offering was ideal, actually. With the way my life was going, it was probably the best I was ever going to get. When I was old and living with my feral cat colony, I would think back fondly on the time that I let a hot billionaire have his way with me.
Evan took the empty plate from me and set it on the table. Then he brought me forward for a kiss.
Bad idea, the rational part of my brain said half-heartedly. But as Evan’s hands roamed over me, promising mind-blowing pleasure, I knew I was going to sleep with him.
“Come with me,” Evan said, pressing kisses along my jaw. “I’m not fucking you on the table. Not today, anyway.”
I should have told him no. I should have told him that this broke every business ethic that I had. And yet I happily allowed him to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried us upstairs.
This is for stress relief, I told myself. I work a lot, and my life is a disaster. I need to treat myself.
This was about self-care, after all—the self-care of fucking one of my clients.
He took me into his bedroom and set me down. It was sleek, nice-looking, but not overly gaudy. Of course, right in the middle was a California king-sized bed that was about as big as my condo.
When the door closed, Evan was instantly on me. Evan grabbed the bottom of my shirt and hiked it up and over my head, me helping him. The gooseflesh all over me as he touched formerly covered parts of my body urged me even further along.
I wasn’t going to let this be another bout of him simply worshiping me though. I wanted every inch of Evan’s perfect six-foot-four, muscular frame.
“I want to see you,” I said, undoing his tie and throwing it to the floor.
“I don’t know whether I’m concerned or excited that you took that off so quickly,” he teased. Button after button, his shirt fell away, and there wasn’t anything underneath to stop me from seeing that chiseled chest of his.
I ran my hands over the chiseled pecs and down to the washboard abs.
“You so wanted to do that when I was in your bed,” Evan said with a smirk.
“Yes, but,” I told him, my hand wandering down to trace the V that led to the big prize, “I think I’m going to enjoy you so much more against this backdrop. My tiny old apartment doesn’t do you justice.”
I stretched up on my toes to kiss him, the slight stubble of his jaw deliciously rough against my cheek.
Evan caught my hands then pulled me to him, kissing me hard. I moaned, straining against him, stepping out of my heels as he pushed me to the bed. My back hit the softness of the mattress, and I struggled out of my shirt. I wanted to have him before my anxious brain went all in on trying to talk me out of what was very clearly a bad idea.
“You have the most perfect tits,” Evan said, unhooking my bra then pressing hot kisses along the swell of my breasts to take the nipples in his mouth. I undid my pencil skirt, shimmying it down and reveling in the feel of his muscular chest against my torso.
I didn’t want to be naked alone. That was no fun. I wanted to see everything he had too, and I was clawing at his slacks, which he was all too glad to slide down his legs and show me what he was hiding. He was throbbing already, his cock making a tent out of his black boxer briefs. I ran my hands along the low-slung waistband, salivating over the fact that I was finally going to see his cock.
He cursed as I slowly pulled the fabric down. It caught on his shaft, and he shoved the undergarment down and kicked it off to show me what he was packing and what he wanted to give me.
Yup, I definitely want every inch of that! I ran my hand along his thick cock. Evan hissed and pressed a hard kiss on my mouth as his hands trailed over my tits then to my panties. He ran his fingers along the wet slit, sending shock waves through my body. I whimpered, remembering what he had done so deftly with only a finger earlier.
His fingers stroked my clit, then down to my opening, forcing a low moan out of me.
“Yeah, you’re nice and wet for me already. You can’t get enough of me, can you, Ivy?”
His hand balled into a fist, and he pulled my panties down my legs, making me moan. He massaged my clit, and I spread my legs. I was so ready for him.
Evan looked at me with absolute desire. “I’ve been wanting this for so damn long, Ivy.” He kissed me hard and teased my pussy with his cock. I ground against him as he teased my clit with the tip.
I panted, pussy wet and aching, as he rolled on a condom. Then he kissed me and finally pushed himself into me. God, that first penetration was so intense and strong, my body shuddering as his cock slid in, tickling every bit of my sensitive pussy. He filled me so perfectly, as if he was the one who was meant for me all along.
He purred again, holding me steady and setting the rhythm all too quickly. The fire within me ignited, and its intensity burned hotter with every thrust, every stroke.
Soon, I got into it, bucking into him with every gyration, spiking the bliss between us hotter and stronger. He pushed my leg up so he could take me deeper and push what we could feel even more.
“Fuck, Iv
y,” Evan hissed, kissing me hard. “Your pussy is so tight.” Evan drew up slightly and looked at me with absolute lust. I shivered. A part of me was slightly scared, but part of me really liked it.
Harder, faster, I bucked into him. He pushed me further, folding me up, my legs around his back, still kissing me, still massaging my clit. The ferocity of it all was consuming as the flames of passion spread, leaving me moaning louder and louder for him.
Inching further and further, he pulled me into him, shifting to my side, jackhammering into me. As much as I tried to fuck him back, it was soon becoming completely hopeless for me to keep participating.
I was spooned into him. It was all him now, and he more than had the situation in hand. With a finger on my clit and a rapid pace, he had me under his control, even more than before, when he had been using only his tongue or his fingers. My climax was on the horizon. Any moment he would send me over.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder to stifle the scream as my senses were completely overloaded in an instant. The feeling of every nerve in my body firing off at once, everything wonderfully aching, my vision going white as I came, I almost blacked out as Evan’s cock shuddered deep within me.
I think I could get addicted to this…
For a time, we lingered there, lying comfortably on that bed, Evan pressing soft little kisses on my face and breasts, me in his arms. Reality was creeping back in, however slowly. The realization dawned that I had fucked one of my former clients, that I could get a reputation as one of those home-wrecker wedding planners, and that my years of building my business could go up in smoke.
35
Evan
Ivy was still there the next morning. I had slept so deeply that night, for the first night in months, that if she had slipped out, I probably wouldn’t have noticed, but she was still there. She was also wrapped up like a caterpillar in the comforter, leaving me shivering beside her. I dozed for a bit, listening to her breathe. Then she jerked up with a snort.
I leaned back against the pillows to watch her expression.
