Inevitable - Kristen Granata Page 0,30

warn you: If you choose Provolone, I won’t come near you until you’ve completely showered the smell off your—”

Graham steps behind me and his fingers trail down my arms, sending a blaze of goosebumps all over my body, until his hands cover mine. “Go take that bath you’ve been dying for. I’ll make our sandwiches.”

If he didn’t feel so damn good, I’d be running to my bathroom. But I want to stay wrapped in his arms for just a while longer.

“Or you could join me,” I say, pressing my back against him and reaching up to thread my fingers through his hair. “My tub is big enough, even for you.”

He stifles a groan and takes a step back.

I giggle. “Suit yourself. I’ll be out in twenty.”

“Take your time.”

I pad to my bedroom, making sure to leave the door cracked open. I undress and leave the bathroom door open as well. As the tub fills, I lower myself in.

I’ve been throbbing, aching for a release. And if Graham isn’t ready to succumb to me, I’ll have to show him what he’s missing.

Desperate times ...

Graham

Montalbano is old school.

He has an old school safe with an old school combination lock. It should be easy enough to crack. Hell, you can find anything on the internet these days. There are over a dozen YouTube videos on picking locks.

This world is a scary place.

Our sandwiches are made and Eva’s in the bath. I might have just enough time to get this safe open. I don’t know whether I’m hoping there’s nothing in it, or hoping to find something of value to my father so I can end this.

I press my ear to the door of the safe and slowly turn the knob to the right. I’m listening for a faint clicking sound, according to the criminal on YouTube. The knob rotates several times before I notice a sound, and I note which number it lands on. I do the same, twisting the knob to the left, and then to the right one last time. If the numbers I recorded are correct, the door should pop open.

Seven...

Twenty-five...

Sixteen.

Boom.

I’m in.

My heart races as I sort through the contents in the safe. An envelope full of cash. Birth certificates and social security cards. Nothing in here is out of the ordinary. I sift through the papers, and I’m about to give up when I spot a blank, white envelope that’s taped shut.

“Graham?”

I jump a foot off the ground when I hear Eva’s voice, adrenaline spiking through my veins. I shove the envelope into my jeans pocket, slam the door shut, and bolt into the hallway.

She calls for me again. “Graham, can you grab me a towel? I forgot to get one before I got into the tub.”

Thank fuck she’s still in the bath.

Her bedroom door is cracked open so I stick my head inside. “Where can I find a towel?”

“In the hallway closet. Two doors to your left.”

I pull a towel out of the linen closet and step inside Eva’s bedroom. “Where would you like me to leave it?”

There’s no response, so I move closer toward the bathroom. The door is halfway open, giving me a direct view of the bathtub. My eyes drop to the floor, and I’m about to ask again until ...

Eva’s soft moans echo off the tile. “Graham. Yes, Graham.”

Why would she call me in here if ...

Fuck me.

She planned this.

Eva wants me to see this.

She moans again and I lift my eyes. One foot hangs over the edge of the tub, her legs spread wide for me, while her fingers play between her thighs as she rocks her hips back and forth.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

My gaze travels further up her body, the muscles in her stomach contracting, her tits wet and glistening, poking out of the water. When my eyes lock with hers, she bites her lower lip and rolls her hips again.

“Graham,” she whimpers.

I watch as she slips one finger inside of herself, then two, and circles her clit with her thumb.

She’s showing me how she likes it.

“Touch yourself, Graham.”

I unzip my jeans and push them down, freeing myself from my boxers. My dick throbs in my hand, straining toward Eva like it knows exactly where it needs to be. I lean against the doorframe and let Eva watch as I stroke myself.

She licks her lips, dark eyes glued to me, and her hand starts to move faster, her fingers plunging in, pulling out, and dipping back inside, again