Inevitable - Kristen Granata Page 0,31
and again.
I cup my balls with one hand as I thrust my dick into the other, pumping my length in long, hard strokes.
Eva’s moans get louder, each one calling out for me.
“Graham.”
“Graham, I’m gonna come.”
“Oh, God. Graham.”
“Yes, Graham.”
Her head drops back as the power of her orgasm racks through her body. I come in an instant, shooting my release into the towel. We’re both panting, skin flushed, as we come down from the high.
Eva lifts her head and smirks as she looks at me from under heavy eyelids. “Thanks for the towel, Big Guy.”
Chapter Nine
Eva
The term Big Guy is definitely an understatement.
I don’t know why I’m surprised. Everything about Graham is huge. Of course his cock would be too.
The way he looked at me while he gripped himself ...
Wow.
I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what took place in my bathroom last night, even though it ended with Graham handing me a clean towel and returning to the kitchen. The guy’s got an iron will.
I’d applaud him on it if it wasn’t so frustrating for me.
“Do I seriously have to wear a tux?”
I pat Graham’s shoulder. “Sorry, Big Guy. If I have to wear a gown, then you have to wear a tux.”
He sighs as his head rolls back. “Fine. Where are we headed first?”
“There’s a boutique a few blocks down,” Deanna says.
“The gowns there aren’t totally hideous, so hopefully I can find something,” I explain to Graham.
“I’m excited for this event.” Graham smiles. “You’ve put so much work into it. I can’t wait to see how it all comes together.”
I peer up at his handsome face. “Flatter me all you want. You’re still wearing that tux.”
Deanna drags me down the block, beyond excited to pick out our dresses. That makes one of us. If it were up to me, I’d wear jeans and my boots. Simple. But for charity events, we apparently have to look like we’re worth as much as we’re donating.
Inside the boutique, I tell the saleswoman that I’m looking for something for the event that’s more me and not so prissy.
What I’m really looking for is a dress that’ll make Graham’s jaw drop. If I’m going to be stuck in high heels all night, I at least want to wear something that’ll guarantee Graham won’t be able to take his eyes or hands off of me.
Deanna lifts up dress after dress, and I scrunch my nose at almost all of them. Graham’s a trooper, holding several options for me as we scour the racks. Then I notice his eyes zero in on a red dress on a nearby mannequin.
I lift an eyebrow. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”
He nods in the direction of the mannequin. “You should try that one.”
“What about it makes you think so?”
He shrugs. “Looks soft. I like the twisty thing it does at the top.”
I laugh and walk over to get a closer look. The “twisty thing” is the kind of halter-top that twists in the front over the collarbone. There’s no plunging neckline, no shiny satin or lace. No wow-factor.
“Really?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “It’s pretty but it’s plain.”
Graham stands behind me, pressing himself against my ass and gripping my waist with possessive hands. His tongue grazes my ear before he whispers, “You in this dress would look anything but plain.”
My body shudders, and if the saleswoman didn’t come by to check on me, I’m pretty sure I would’ve stripped down and begged Graham to take me right here in the middle of the store.
“Would you like me to take these dresses to the room for you, Miss Montalbano?”
I swallow and nod. “Do you have this one in a four?”
“Of course. I’ll bring it right over to you.”
I shove Graham’s shoulder when she saunters away, and he chuckles. “That was payback for all your incessant teasing lately.”
“It’s only fun when I do it.”
Graham shakes his head with a grin and takes a seat on the velvet chair outside the dressing room while I try on the dresses I’ve accumulated.
He was right. The red dress looks good on me. It’s form fitting and slinky. There’s a high slit in the front, and my back is completely bare. I get goosebumps just imagining Graham’s hand caressing my skin.
“Dee, you ready?”
Her voice is right outside my door. “Ready!”
I crack open the door and let her slip inside. She’s wearing a seafoam green satin dress, which compliments her curly blond hair.
“Wow. You look like a