Engaging Evelyn
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Evelyn sat up on Stephen’s body, feeling his semi-hard cock slide deeper into her. Holding in her moan she looked over at Brandon.
“What do you mean? What bet?”
Stephen’s hand wrapped around, rubbing her clit. It took everything she had not to close her eyes.
“Oh, nothing really,” Brandon said, caressing her leg. “I just asked Sarah what we could do to win you back. Wait, let me see if I can remember her exact words. Oh yes, that’s right. She said, ‘Win her back? Well, if you’re going to win Evelyn back, you might as well make it worth her while. I bet you guys two rounds of drinks that you can’t sneak into her apartment and surprise her.’”
Evelyn laughed. Yes, that sounded like Sarah. “Well, so much for putting Bets on hold during spring break.”
Brandon stiffened in front of her. Stephen paused, his fingers against her pussy.
“What?” she asked, confused at the silence.
“You’re still going to play?” Stephen asked from behind her.
Once again, Evelyn laughed, feeling her pussy tighten around Stephen’s cock. Her laughter died as pleasure shot through her. “No, I quit. Surely, both of you can keep me satisfied. Because you know, if you can’t…”
Evelyn’s words were cut off by a moan as Stephen thrust his hard cock deep inside of her. Brandon leaned over and kissed her passionately, cupping her face in his hands.
“Oh, I assure you, Brandon and I are going to keep you so satisfied you’ll never engage in another bet for the rest of your life.”
“Are you sure?” Evelyn tried to hide her smile as best as she could. Just knowing that they were planning to spend the rest of their lives with her had love filling her chest. No more pain or emptiness. They would always be hers, forever.
“Wanna bet on it?” they asked in unison.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live in a small Texas town along the Gulf of Mexico. Family is everything to me. My mother always encouraged my reading growing up. Looking back, my earliest memories revolve around my grandmother, who was always glued to a book. Her passion for mystery is probably the reason I’m so comfortable around a police scanner. Hers was on twenty-four hours a day.
When I’m not writing, cooking, or brainstorming new ideas, you’ll see me with a book in my hand. Briefly before I started writing, I was devouring a romance novel every day. For some reason, I couldn’t get enough. My husband asked me the question that ultimately changed my life forever. “Why don’t you try writing a book?”
At first, I laughed. Write a book? Who, me? Having never written a story in my life, I was intimidated. To satisfy my husband and to sate the curiosity that began to fester inside of me, I did. My first story was my husband’s favorite. There was something that ultimately bothered me about it, though. I couldn’t write a love scene to save my life. Not one that would fit inside of a “romance” book, anyway. It was way too graphic.
After doing research I came across the erotica genre and knew this was where I belonged. Details are important and with my books, the more details during their “coupling,” the better.
Also by Jennifer Salaiz
Passion Projected
Stalk Me
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