enter his office; he looked at me right before he asked Evette to dinner. Sonofabitch.
“That wasn’t cool.”
“Maybe not, but when I asked him about it he came clean.”
Interesting. What else did my friend have to say?
“Did he tell you why he was fucking with me?”
Evette scrunched her nose and bit her bottom lip.
Christ, there was only so much a man could take.
“For fuck’s sake, stop doing that.”
Her torso jerked and she released her lip only to step closer.
No, no, no.
Then she took another step while asking, “Do what?”
I resisted the urge to retreat like a coward. Since when had I turned into such a goddamn wimp?
Since you decided you weren’t gonna touch her.
Right.
Retreat was my only option. The only way to ensure my hands stayed off her ass and my tongue didn’t find its way to her pretty mouth or better yet her pussy.
I nearly groaned at the thought of my mouth between her legs, those thick thighs over my shoulders, my fingers fucking her while my tongue ravaged her clit until she gave up her orgasm and the taste of her flooded my…
“Gabe?”
Fucking hell.
“I need a minute.”
“I can see that.”
My jaw clenched and my cock twitched.
There was no need to attempt to cover my hard-on. I knew she was staring at my crotch because I was staring at her and saw the moment her gaze dropped. I didn’t miss the way her eyes flared, either. And knowing she was getting a good look at my erection wasn’t why I needed a minute.
I needed to gather my thoughts before I blurted out more stupid shit like I needed her to stop biting her lip because it made me want to replace her teeth with mine.
Evette took another step closer and I locked my body down the best I could considering her proximity. I might not have been able to control my natural response but I wasn’t going to lose control of what was left of my sanity.
“Don’t,” I warned.
“Don’t what?”
Her sassy, faux-innocent smirk had my cock throbbing. She knew exactly what she was doing and I needed to put an end to it.
“You’re playing with fire.”
“Funny. I kinda thought it felt a lot like I was flirting.”
She took another step and I swear to God I physically recoiled in fear.
Evette’s head tilted to the side and the chick knew she had me on the ropes. How the fuck had this happened?
“No, babe, flirting is what you do when you’re still figuring out your next play.”
“And what’s my next play, Gabe?”
“No fucking clue. But I know if you come closer what mine’s gonna be.”
“So this is foreplay?”
Jesus Christ.
My cock wholly approved of her assessment.
“This is your warning.”
“Um. Sounds like an invitation.”
“You might think that right now. But come morning when you’re dragging your sore ass outta my bed you’ll wish your RSVP got lost in the mail.”
“Now that sounds like a challenge.” She smiled.
A challenge she was no doubt up for. One she might be able to best.
Then suddenly my brain came back on station and guilt crept in. It was all fun and games until she was impaled on my cock.
“Listen, this needs to stop.”
“You keep saying,” she said and shuffled forward.
Not a full step but a taunt.
An unspoken dare danced in her eyes.
Fuck it.
If Evette London wants to play then we’ll play.
With my decision came relief. The tension flowed from my muscles but a new feeling rushed in replacing conflict with desire.
My hands itched with the need to touch her.
My cock throbbed at the thought of getting what it wanted.
Come on, baby, one more step and you’re mine.
“Just so we’re clear,” I started. “This is a dead-end road. There’s no house with a white picket fence waiting on the other side. There’s no future. There will be no romance and flowers. This is sex and nothing more. The choice is yours, Evette. You want what I have to give, come on over here, baby, and I’ll gladly give it. But you need to do it with your eyes open and knowing the only thing you’ll get from me is respect and the best goddamn orgasms you’ve ever had.”
Her startled eyes took me in and for a moment I thought Evette was going to walk away. I wasn’t sure if I was pleased she’d come to her senses or if I was disappointed I’d never have a taste of the sweetness that was her.
“I live three thousand miles away,” she unnecessarily told me.