The Attraction File (Cake Love Book 2)

by Elizabeth Lynx

  Now that I knew what Evaleen wanted, I could give it to her.

  As I discarded my final item of clothing, I stood still admiring the silky curve of her back.

  “Answer me, Evaleen. Am I the heroes in your books?”

  A sound came but it wasn’t a word. The noise primal. Evaleen arched her back without a single touch from me. I wondered if I reached between her legs if she would be dripping wet. I did.

  I grabbed the hair that flowed liquid gold down her back and held it like a rope. Her head fell back as my fingers slipped between her ass cheeks and farther toward her slippery lips.

  Evaleen’s hands went forward to brace against the cart. That thing had wheels on it and I knew with what I had planned that wouldn’t hold her up.

  “Against the wall,” I whispered into her ear and guided her to the wall. She didn’t hesitate.

  “I got to taste you so much yesterday, Evaleen. It’s not fair. You should have some too.” I lifted my fingers from between her legs and pushed them into her mouth. As she sucked, I let go of her hair and reached around her front, slipping my fingers around her clit.

  “Didn’t Ewan take Eliza from behind in The Scottish Hammer?”

  Evaleen couldn’t form words, her mouth so full, but she moaned as her ass wiggled against my cock. I shook my head to stay focused, though it was becoming harder to remain in control. How her body reacted to my touch was causing me to unravel.

  I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and stepped to her side. My movements felt sluggish, as if I couldn’t touch her fast enough. My fingers slid back between her legs and I tried to hold back a groan. And when her head fell against the wall but turned to face me as my fingers filled her, I wanted to forget everything and take her.

  But I didn’t. Even as her eyes lost focus and her lids grew heavy as my fingers dripped with her pleasure and my cock screamed to be inside her, I pushed my need aside and watched her.

  “Do you like that, Evaleen?”

  She tried to nod her head but couldn’t seem to manage it. When she finally spoke, her voice was deep with want. “Yes.”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, Edgar. Make me come again.”

  I took a sharp breath at her words. Her eyes dipped to my hardened cock and instantly I thought of her mouth wrapped around it. Her lips stretched, her eyes glazed, and that sweet tongue of hers curling around me. Even thinking of that I still had to push for more.

  “Do you want me to take it? Take you virginity and fuck you from behind?”

  As much as I knew deep down I was those men she wrote about, I was still unsure if she was ready to have her virginity taken. Men in her life didn’t seem to care what she wanted, and I would never treat Evaleen that way. I would make sure she wanted everything I gave her. That every touch was crafted for the sole purpose of bringing her bliss.

  “Yes, Edgar. Please. Take it. I want to feel you.”

  I had to steady myself. My fingers stilled for a few seconds as the last strands strained against the overwhelming desire to let go. I wanted to rip my hands away and just plunge inside her, but I didn’t. For Evaleen needed something measured. As much as I desired being carefree with her, it would end the night. It would destroy her, and I would lose the one thing that made me feel like I mattered.

  “Are they me, Evaleen?”

  Her answer finally came but it was soft and barely audible. Despite her whispered response, I heard it. I stopped everything I was doing and moved away from her. After she spoke the word, “yes,” I knew it was time to give her what she coveted.

  I found my pants on the floor and reached into the pocket for the condom I brought. There were a few condoms in my luggage, but they were old. I didn’t really have time to find a store before I came here so I figured I would just use it and hope for the best.

  Once I sheathed my cock, I went back to Evaleen. Still bent over, leaning against the wall as she panted, trying to catch her breath. I wanted to slap that ass but I didn’t want to do anything that might jolt her, so I rubbed my hand over her ass cheek instead.

  Evaleen liked that and I loved the feel of her thick flesh. She pushed back into my hand.

  I nudged her legs apart with my knee and positioned my cock where it was warm, wet, and tight. Her gasp was expected and I leaned forward pushing the hair from her neck. “I am going to relax you. If you are relaxed when I enter you the most you will feel is a sharp pinch. But if you’re tense then it will hurt much more than that.”

  I nibbled at her ear lobe and felt her shiver. “It’s my job, Evaleen, to make this feel good. To make you want to do it again and again. If it hurts then I failed.”

  Her eyes, a mixed storm of lust and worry, gazed up at me.

  “Evaleen, do you trust that I can make you feel incredible tonight?”

  THIRTY

  Evaleen

  If we stopped right now I would be happy.

  But my curiosity and the fact that everything Edgar was doing felt incredible kept me saying yes to anything he asked. The days of youthful innocence died the day I ran away from home. I wasn’t afraid that a man would think I was bad in bed since I was a virgin. I was afraid of everything after.

  Every book I read made me want to find out how it felt. Was it just an exaggeration to keep readers’ eyes glued to the page? Give them that fantasy. Or was sex really that gratifying?

  With all the things I feared, I wasn’t scared that Edgar wouldn’t know what to do with my body.

  “I trust you, Edgar.”

  “Good. I’m going guide you through this as much as I can.”

  That he understood about me. How I needed to be aware of everything, to know what was happening, caused some of my uncertainty to slip away.

  I felt something between my legs, not his fingers. It was bigger, thicker, and in my current state, I wanted whatever it was to keep going.

  “My cock is right there, Evaleen. Can you feel it?” Edgar’s words were coarse and drove me as much as his hands.

  “Yes. Uh-huh.”

  He pushed. In small thrusts and as I suspected from yesterday, he felt large. Too much. He swore it would fit, but I was beginning to have doubts.

  “You’re so big.”

  His fingers slipped and he reached up to pinch my nipple. When he touched me like that everything inside me burst from pleasure. I started to push back. His warmth on my back as he bent over me made me tingle.

  “Evaleen, you will be nice and tight. I’ll fill every inch of you.”

  I arched my back. His words should have scared me, but I yearned for more. I was aching to know how he felt.

  “When I’m done with you, Evaleen, you’ll weep. For all those lost years when my cock wasn’t filling you. When my mouth wasn’t sucking you. All those lost moments when you could have been screaming my name.”

  His fingers slid, they pulled, and they didn’t stop as he seduced me with his words. Edgar’s mouth landed on the back of my shoulder. It was sharp, the pain, when he bit me but warmed quickly and despite logic, I craved more.

  “How did that feel, Evaleen?”

  “Good. So good.”

  He pushed farther inside me. I had no idea how far but something changed in me. I felt the need to rock back into him. There was no sharp pain, so I knew he wasn’t fully inside me yet.

  “That’s what it will be like, Evaleen. Like a bite of pain.” His fingers pulled me closer toward breaking. My hips now gave way to trying to catch his hands. “You’re so incredible. Fuck, I want to be deep inside right now.”

  His words wobbled as Edgar began to slip too. It was so much. That the words that fell from my mouth weren’t even completely out. They were lost in the moment as was I, but they changed everything.

  “Then do it, Edgar. I need you right now. Please, fuck me.”

  He groaned and it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. But the only thing sweeter was when he did as I requested. Edgar, with a few intense thrusts, broke through and I fina
lly understood.

  Edgar was right; there was a sharp pain and with each movement after there was more of the ache. But after a few more thrusts it subsided, replaced with a throbbing pleasure.

  But then something went wrong. It all stopped and I feared what that meant. Did he change his mind? That seemed ridiculous but perhaps that happened. A million questions went racing through my head as Edgar stilled.

  I glanced back to find his head fallen back, chest ripped, rose, and glistening. He was any women’s wet dream; forget that, he was my wet dream. But what made him stop?

  Finally, he raised his head; Edgar’s eyes heavy and mouth slack.

  “Are you okay, Edgar?”

  The corner of his mouth hitched, gifting me with one dimple. “I should be asking you that. How are you feeling, Evaleen? Am I too big for you?” The other corner of his lip rose.

  “No, now get to it.”

  “So bossy.” Edgar slapped my ass before moving his hips.

  I kept my eyes on him, his cock moving in a glorious rhythm that I had no idea could feel this incredible.

  He leaned over me and I wondered if he was going to try and kiss me. But my head was too far. It was his arm that reached around, brushing past my ribs until his fingers found my clit again. I hadn’t even realized he had stopped teasing me with his fingers. When Edgar entered me, it must have wiped my brain clean.

  “That’s it, Evaleen. God, you feel so good. Your pussy is so tight. I’m going to make you come because I don’t know if I can last much longer.”

  Edgar’s eyes never let go. My peripheral vision saw movement. Arms, torsos, and even legs, but I couldn’t take my gaze off him. The deeper he sank into me and the more his fingers guided me closer, I only cared about Edgar watching me go over the edge.

  I thought when this point came, when I would finally lose my virginity, I would be too overwhelmed or fearful to show the guy everything. But now I understood it had nothing to do with that. It had to do with wanting to show him. That with Edgar I found this happiness.

  “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”

  I meant it.

  “Never.”

  His eyes did not once waver as I climaxed. My orgasm bigger than before. I must have closed my eyes because darkness surrounded me. I called to Edgar but all I felt was bliss. Wave after wave.

  And when I thought it subsided. When I opened my eyes again, I looked up to find him coming, calling my name. His head falling forward.

  His movements slowed and Edgar’s hands fell from me. I leaned forward against the wall, catching my breath as he eased out of me.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  Edgar made his way toward the bathroom on shaky legs. I stood, my legs stiff and I couldn’t help but smile knowing why they hurt.

  But my grin quickly faded as I wondered, what now? What I feared the most. Will he come out and dress, only to leave? Maybe he’s more diplomatic and he’ll want to talk everything out. Do we just go back to being coworkers?

  I should’ve been happy. Losing my virginity was number one on my bucket list. If any young girl dreamed of the man that might one day take their virginity, I had a feeling that Edgar would be it.

  So why then, when Edgar opened the door to the bathroom and strolled toward me did tears leak down my cheeks? Why did my lips tremble when he touched my arm?

  And when he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, why did I sob so hard when I looked up at him to find just a big blond blur?

  He placed me on the bed and covered me with the comforter. The bed dipped as he climbed in beside me, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed the lines of tears on my face before moving down to my lips.

  I kissed back. And the more we kissed, the more my tears faded. I slipped my hand around his neck not wanted him to pull away, but he did.

  Edgar’s eyes danced over my face and his dimples made an appearance. “I told you.”

  “You told me what?”

  His finger traced my cheek, down my neck, and to the tip of my breast. “That I would make you weep.”

  I laughed as relief rolled away. I didn’t know how all this would be tomorrow or the next day or next month, but it felt good right now. He felt good.

  “Well, it’s official. I’m no longer a virgin.”

  “Yup, you’re all used up now.”

  My eyes widened as I pushed him back but he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close, laughing heartily.

  “I can’t believe you said that, Edgar. No, you let me go. I might get you dirty since I’m all used up.”

  “You’re only slightly used. There is a difference.” His laughter grew louder the more I pushed at him.

  “Edgar, you’re terrible.”

  He pinned me down with his hands and had me between his legs. “Oh, Evaleen, I thought you liked it when I was being bad.” He winked and I couldn’t help but notice his cock growing hard again.

  I smirked, and as the sex fog lifted I remembered when he first came to my room.

  “What were the cookie and iced tea about?”

  He slid his finger across my lips. “You’re the author; if you don’t know then I’m not going to tell you.”

  I groaned as he laughed like the spoiled playboy he was.

  THIRTY-ONE

  Edgar

  I created a monster.

  A sex monster to be precise. Evaleen wanted sex all the time.

  We had to share offices as the London building only had three to offer our team. Evaleen, my assistant John, and I used one of the cramped spaces. She would send John on wild goose chases all around the city so we could have a quickie while he was gone.

  “I blame myself in all this, Evaleen. If I hadn’t been so good at giving you an orgasm that first time and then gave you five orgasms the night I took your virginity, you wouldn’t be so addicted to my cock.” I smirked as I gazed up at her.

  Evaleen’s eyes were hooded, her legs spread as she had her finger hooked to pull her panties aside. They were blue and she was beautiful.

  “Yeah, well right now I’m addicted to your mouth. So, get to it.”

  I loved how demanding she got when sex was involved. She was so easy to please. I just showed up with my dick, and Evaleen was happy.

  “Do you want me to finish with my cock? You know you want it,” I taunted her but secretly it was me who wanted her.

  Her fingers curled into my hair, pushing me back toward her clit. “We don’t have time, Edgar. Our last meeting is in five minutes. We catch a plane first thing in the morning, so maybe we hold off on sex until we get back.”

  I sat back on my heels shocked at her restraint.

  “Who are you and what have you done with my bossy, sexy Evaleen?”

  “I don’t have to have sex all the time. I’m not some sort of sex robot. Besides, I was hoping to get some writing done tonight as well as a good night’s sleep.” She winked at me.

  Evaleen Bechmann just used my wink-flirt move on me. Except she wasn’t flirting with me, she was telling me she wanted to be alone.

  I scratched my beard. “Hmm, a sex robot you say?”

  Evaleen let go of her panties and hopped off the desk, straightening her oversized black skirt.

  “If you can’t be serious then we won’t talk about it.”

  I stood from the office floor and adjusted my teal silk tie. “I’m not being serious? Said the woman who only seconds ago was telling me to get to it with her legs spread.”

  She turned and pointed at me. “You’re the one who started it.”

  I leaned against the wood desk Evaleen just got off of and chuckled. She was so easy. Deliciously easy. Every person had something that turned them on. Sometimes it took me a while to figure out what a woman liked, but with Evaleen it was effortless.

  Her body shivered and she melted like butter when I gave her what she wanted. And if I did everything right, if I gave her the kind of orgasm that shattered, she cried. That’s when I knew I had her.


  All I had to do to get her started was use a few choice words.

  “I was just reminiscing about last night . . .”

  She walked around her desk, shuffling a few papers around. “Don’t, Edgar. Don’t you dare. Your brother will be knocking on that door any minute about the meeting.”

  I shrugged my shoulder and moved around the desk to stand behind her. “It might not be Jacob. Henrik could stop by.”

  “Oh, now I’m going to be sick. Don’t put Payne’s image in my head. It’s bad enough I caught him. I really don’t want him catching me.”

  Hold up.

  “What happened to Henrik?”

  Evaleen froze. Her hand in the middle of pulling open a drawer when it stopped. She turned with wide eyes.

  “Uh, nothing. Absolutely nothing, Edgar.”

  I sniffed her neck. Then I licked it. Finally, gave it a tiny nip for good measure.

  “I smell and taste fear on you. What are you hiding, Evaleen?”

  There was a knock on the door before it opened. Morgana popped her head inside.

  “Hey, you guys. Time for the last meeting.” She gave a cartoonish frown.

  “Oh, Drake, there you are. Why don’t we walk to the meeting together? We can talk ‘girl stuff.’” Evaleen shoved me aside and raced toward the open door. Morgana appeared perplexed by Evaleen’s sudden request.

  “Girl stuff? Since when do you ever want to talk girl stuff with me, Evaleen? Are you feeling all right? Did you get Mad Cow?” Morgana’s voice echoed through the hallway as Evaleen pulled her away.

  I followed. Evaleen kept glancing back and picking up her pace when she saw me draw near.

  “You do realize we are going to the same location, Evaleen? You can run but you can’t hide.”

  Once we made ourselves at home in the small conference room, Jacob closed the door to start the meeting. Most of this trip didn’t concern me, but I needed to be here as an executive with the company. I knew my brother was nervous.