“Excuse me, Mr. Morgan, but Danny is ready for his bedtime story.”
Chapter 12: Hunger
Max hid her face as Ev answered Jeff. She didn’t hear what he said, but she could feel his words in his throat and hear them rebound in his chest. And she felt the pulses of his laughter as he tipped her head up to look into her eyes.
“I know I should feel sorry for putting you in such an awkward position, but I think you’ll forgive me, because it felt so good.”
Instead of waiting or an answer, he leaned in and kissed her again, then stood up from her. “I’ll be back in a little while. Make yourself comfortable.”
She watched him walk away and hugged herself as she got into the couch and curled her legs under her. Those moments earlier when they had all been together watching the comedies, she had felt as though she was a part of something deeply personal, like she was a part of Ev’s family. It was a feeling she hadn’t had since the days before her parents’ divorce, and she realized now, as she waited for him to come back, that that was what was missing from her life. That was what she wanted. And a playboy had just given her a taste of it.
She could so easily fall for this man, she knew, if she wasn’t careful. And this time, it would be heartbreaking when the other shoe dropped. Because it always did. Could she handle the fallout? Or should she protect herself now and not let this — whatever it was between them — go any further? While Ev was clearly not Dave, he had spent a year practicing the bad boy ways that had gained him his player reputation. And even though it was clear that he loved his son, and was a good father overall, it hadn’t stopped him from seeking his own comfort. What had happened to Danny at those times? Was she the first woman he’d brought to his house?
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
Ev’s voice shook her out of her doze and she struggled to sit up, but he stopped her by pulling her across his lap and into his arms.
“Is this how early you go to bed at night?” he asked, stroking her hair.
“Not really. When I’m home, I’m either doing something for work or reading.” She yawned. “I guess lazy evenings wear me out.”
Ev chuckled. “Come on, then, lazybones. Let’s get you to bed.”
She stood with him, remembering the heated kisses they had been sharing when Jeff had interrupted them a half hour earlier. Was all that passion gone? Had he lost interest, or perhaps come to his senses? She longed to ask, but those were questions an insecure young girl would ask, not a powerful woman in her own right. At her door, he said,
“I’ll bring you something to sleep in, and socks. Bathroom’s there,” he pointed to his right, “and everything you’ll need is in it, including a new toothbrush.” He leaned in and kissed her lips lightly. “Let me get you that t-shirt now.”
He was back in a flash with a plain white t-shirt and boxers. “In case you need a pair of shorts or something,” he told her with an adorable blush.
“Thanks, Ev. These’ll be fine.”
“Well, goodnight, Minx. Sleep well. See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Ev.”
She watched him walk away and took the things he had given her to the bathroom. It was a nicely appointed space, with fluffy towels and washrags, plush area rugs and a huge tub she could soak in if she wished. Since she had nothing else to do, she set the bath, adding bath salts that she found on the side, and putting the neck pillow close so once she climbed in, she could lie back and relax. She removed her makeup, brushed her teeth, and then settled into the tub. It was heavenly. She closed her eyes and let herself drift.
“You okay in there?”
Max was startled awake by the sound of Ev’s voice outside the bathroom door. “Oh…yeah, I’m…I’m fine, thanks. I’ll be right out.”
She almost fell over the side of the tub in her haste to get out of the bath. She knew Ev wouldn’t come in while she was there without an invitation, but her nerves were still tight with tension as she dried off and slipped his t-shirt over her head. The boxers fit her surprisingly well, given his size. It was good to have a nice-sized ass and wide hips, she supposed.
Taking her clothes with her, she opened the door and peeked out. Ev was nowhere to be seen. She felt exposed, wearing his clothes, so she was grateful he wouldn’t see her in them. Except he walked out of his bedroom as she approached her own, carrying a white robe. He held it out as she reached her door.
“Figured you’d like this,” he said. “Though you do look good in my t-shirt.”
She took the robe from him with a smile. “Thank you. See you in the morning.”
He stepped closer. “Maxine, I need a goodnight kiss.”
“Need?” She looked up at him from under her lashes, clutching her clothes against her chest like a shield.
“Need.” He cupped her face in his big palms and leaned in. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and met him halfway.
The kiss ignited the spark that had been lit earlier in the living room. Ev’s hands slid down her arms to her waist, and he pulled her in to his body. She sighed and relaxed, and his hands slid down to her ass, pulling her up against his erection. She could feel the heat and strength of him through his boxers, and she moaned at the delicious slide of his body against hers.
“Ev, we can’t…”
“I know. Not out here.”
Without releasing her mouth, he walked her backwards into her room and pushed the door shut with his foot. She let him devour her, dropping the clothes in her hands so she could wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer. He lifted her and urged her to wrap her legs around him as well, and when she did, he heaved up against her core, grunting with pleasure at the contact.
“Jesus, baby, I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long. You feel so good.”
“So do you,” she breathed. She wouldn’t let the thought of how long it usually took for him to get a woman into his bed derail her pleasure. This one time was for her. However far it went, she would take it. In case it was all she could get.
His mouth on her skin was at once soothing and stimulating, and she was on fire for him by the time he came back to her mouth from exploring the hollows behind her ears, the long column of her neck, and the deep channel of her throat. She kissed him back hungrily, sucking on his tongue as he backed her up against the wall by the door and humped into her. When he pulled away from her lips and slid her legs down, she groaned in frustration and need.
“Baby, I need so much more. But I won’t take it unless you say it’s okay. I’ll walk away now if you want me to.”
His voice was strained, and Max knew he was exercising extraordinary restraint. She was too far gone to let him leave without satisfying her, but more, something in her wanted to make him feel good, too. He needed to feel wanted just as much as she did, and she would give him that tonight. Tomorrow, they’d worry about after.
“Take me to bed, Ev,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him gently.
He picked her up then and walked her the few steps to the bed, throwing her down on it and watching her bounce before crawling up to capture her lips again. They kissed wildly, tangling their legs together, rolling around on the bed before Ev took charge, taking both her arms and placing them above her head.
“Keep them there,” he said. “If you move them, I’ll stop. Understood?”
His voice was a harsh growl of sound as he reined in his desire. She could feel the tension in his limbs, and when she nodded, he relaxed a little, and began to undress her.
“Silk boxers suit you,” he said, sliding them down her thighs. “If you’re good, I might even let you keep them.”
Before she could process the idea of wearing his boxers in her own home, Ev’s mouth was following the trail of the boxers from her navel to her pubes, pulling on the trimmed hairs there and making her gasp. He licked around her belly button on his way back up to her breasts, which he had exposed when he pushed up the t-shirt. Circling her nipple with his ton
gue, he teased and tormented her with licks and nips, finally pulling her into his mouth and suckling her like a hungry newborn. She cried out and he slapped a hand over her mouth before turning to her other nipple to give it the same treatment.
“Ev, please, honey please!”
“What do you need from me, Minx? Tell me.” He kept tormenting her breasts while she struggled to say what she needed from him.
“I need…Ev…oh shit, Ev! I need you…” she panted when he slid his tongue down to her now very hard clitoris and sucked on it. “Ev!”
He ignored her, staying on her clit until she was a breath away from coming, and then backing off to plunge a finger inside her. Her body jerked up to meet his hand, and she opened her legs wider to accommodate him when he sent a second one inside. His breathing was becoming labored at this point, and Max had only enough presence of mind to register that his hands were shaking badly as he held her open so he could suck on her and then finger fuck her. The dual assault proved to be more than her beleaguered body could withstand. She arched her spine and came, crying out against the hand Ev still had covering her mouth.
Gasping for air, she lowered her arms and slid her fingers through his hair, loving the silky feel of it between her fingers.
“Good?” he asked, looking up at her from between her legs, a glint in his eyes.
“Better than good,” she said, smiling helplessly at him. “Thank you.”
“Oh baby, we just got started,” he told her, leaving one last kiss on her wet lips before moving back up to share the taste of her pleasure with her.
He rolled with her then, pulling her down onto his hard chest, and opened his legs so she could settle herself between them. He was still fully clothed, and his t-shirt was still gathered above her breasts.
“Don’t you think we’re a little bit overdressed?” she asked, groaning when he palmed her ass cheeks and ground himself into her.
“Easily remedied,” he whispered, and rolled again, sliding off her and standing. “Come undress me.”
She crawled over to where he was and kneeled up to undo the buttons of his shirt. He had shed his tie and jacket, and as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, she kissed his hard chest and slid her tongue over his flat nipples to tease him just like he had teased her. He hissed and held her head against him, pressing her mouth against his nipples and groaning when she nipped them. Soothing the ache, she kissed her way down to his belt buckle, which she unclasped and released, pulling the belt free of the loops on his suit pants. Then she unbuttoned his fly, pulled the zipper carefully over his rock-hard erection, and kissed the steely length of him through his boxers.
“Take me out,” he begged her, “and do that again.”
Max obliged him eagerly, kissing her way up to the crown from which precum had begun to leak. She lapped it up and slid her lips over the crown for a better taste. Then she pulled away, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. He kicked them off and she went back to his now fully naked cock and kissed up the length of it before swallowing it whole. Ev moaned and tightened his leg muscles. She knew he wanted to fuck her mouth, and she loved that he was restraining himself and letting her pleasure him at her pace.
His cock was not extra long but it was very thick and veiny. She let her tongue loose to explore the veins and ridges, and squeezed him as she liked. Precum leaked from his slit and she used it to lubricate her palm so she could stroke him to madness. He kept his knees locked, and she suddenly needed for him to lose control. The thought of his son asleep just a few doors down should have dampened her ardor, but nothing seemed to be able to take the place of her desire for the man who trembled as she stroked him and sucked him to a crashing orgasm.
His cum splashed over her breasts and chin, and she continued to milk him until there was nothing left to give her. The she leaned up and looked into his eyes.
“Good?” she asked, echoing his question to her earlier.
He smiled. “Better than good, Minx!”
He pushed her back onto the bed and rolled in to lie behind her. “We’ll go shower together in a minute, but I need to say something to you.”
Max couldn’t help it. She tensed. Was this what she feared…he’d get what he wanted and then find a kind way to let her down? He must have felt her tension under his fingertips, because he caressed her shoulders gently.
“Relax. It’s not anything bad,” he told her. “I wanted you to know that you’re the first woman I’ve brought home with me since Dani died.”
Max wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so she asked the first thing that came to her mind. “Why?”
“Because you’re different; you’re special.” He turned her face to his so he could kiss her lips and added, “So very special.”
She squirmed until she was facing him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re pretty special yourself, Ev,” she said.
They lay like that, dozing in the middle of her bed, until the sound of a door opening and closing, and footsteps going down the hallway roused them. Ev pulled her up with him and said,
“Put the robe back on. We’ll shower in my bathroom and then we’ll come back to bed.”
They managed to make it to his bathroom without being seen, and spent most of the time playing, kissing and fondling each other, before Ev shut off the water and helped Max to dry herself. She was feeling so relaxed by this point that she was struggling to keep her eyes open.
“Come on. You’re barely staying awake.” Ev chuckled at her as she leaned into him. “I wore you out, didn’t I?”
“I’m admitting nothing,” she said, smiling, “but I’m ready for bed.”
He led her back to the guest room and slid in behind her, drawing the covers over them. Then he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back into his chest. Max didn’t know when she fell asleep, but she woke to the feel of Ev’s mouth working its way down her neck while his hands pushed the t-shirt up over her hips and caressed her there.
“I have to go back to my room,” he told her when she turned her head to look at him in the semi-dark. “Danny sometimes comes looking for me, and I don’t want to scare him by not being there.”
He kept her face turned to him and kissed her lips lightly before adding, “But I want to make you come for me one more time before I go.”
He slid his hands down to her already dampening slit and searched out the little button of pleasure that made her sigh and moan as he rubbed her there.
“Turn on your back,” he whispered, and when she did he added, “Open your legs for me.”
Max did whatever he told her to do, lost between a dream-like state and arousal. When he slid two fingers inside her, she gasped and arched her hips.
“Ride my fingers, baby, just like you’ll ride me some day soon.” His voice was full of heat and promise and Max did what he ordered, while he slid his thumb over her clitoris until she was mindless with the need to come.
“Ev!” she exclaimed, “Please!”
“Ready, baby?”
“Yeesss!” She hung onto his neck as she rode his fingers, and when he reached down and sucked on her nipple hard, she broke, screaming into his shoulder as she came.
“Uh! Uh! Oh, damn!” She was mostly incoherent as she came down off the high of her release.
Ev chuckled and patted the lips that now hid her throbbing clit. “Good morning, Minx! Go back to sleep. I’ll come wake you for breakfast.”
Then he slid from her bed, found his boxers where he had left them, and walked out of her room. The next time she woke up, the sun was streaming through the curtains and someone was knocking on her door.
“Come in,” she said, her voice muffled beneath the covers she had pulled up to her chin.
Ev walked in dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. “Good morning! Would you like breakfast in bed, or will you join us?”
“I’ll come out,” she said hastily. “Just let me clean up a bit. I’ll be right there.”
“No hurry. We’ll wai
t.”
He winked at her and walked away, and she tried to bring her body heat back under control. By the time she made it out to the kitchen in his robe, she was clean and scrubbed and cool…as cool as she could be wearing a man’s robe in his kitchen with his son and nanny watching her. She felt her face heating up again and slid into a seat at the table to hide the reaction. She had no doubt that Jeff knew exactly what had happened behind closed doors last night, even if he didn’t know which door, but she sincerely hoped that Danny had not heard anything to disturb his innocent sleep.
“According to the weather report, the snow should end by midmorning,” Ev was saying as he poured coffee for everyone. “Which means we’ll be plowed out by late afternoon. I’m guessing you’ll want to go home this evening?”
She looked up at him, trying to see what he was thinking, but could find no hint of anything but bland curiosity.
“Yes, that would be nice.” She thanked him for the coffee with a small smile.
“Daddy, I want a snowman?”
“We’ll make one, buddy, as soon as the snow stops.”
So that’s what they did. They lazed around watching kiddie shows with Danny in the morning. Then Ev got a business call that he took while Max colored with Danny and Jeff read. After lunch, they ventured out to make a snowman. It was the biggest, ugliest thing she had ever seen. The snowman’s first head was so big it slid down the side of the fat body. Jeff tried to save it, but it fell to its doom. They laughed and laughed, and then made a smaller one, dressed its face with what scraps they could find, and took pictures of Danny standing proudly next to it.
It was the best day Max had spent in a very long time. And the feeling of home, of family, deepened for her, overwhelming her so much that she was glad she was going back to her place. She needed some space to gain perspective on what she was feeling.
Part of the Family Page 14
