I shook my head. This was about him. I wanted him to come for me.
“Touch that pretty pussy of yours, baby. Sink your fingers inside yourself and come hard.”
My eyes widened. He had totally missed the point. This was all about him, but my hand traveled south. I started to writhe and moan as I touched myself. I was so tender and sore. I’d been having sex for three straight days. My body was in need of some down time.
As I massaged and explored my own body my pace picked up.
He groaned. “That’s it, baby. So much better. Fuck yourself.” And then I realized this made him focus on himself. It was his turn on. I kept the hidden delight a secret. The more I brought myself to the brink, the better the blowjob was for him. I purred on his cock, letting him enjoy the vibrations on his shaft.
He grunted and thrust and I fingered myself faster until I felt the first burst of come in my mouth. He yanked my head so that he shot his release down my throat.
“Fuck,” he growled.
He released me just as my own orgasm peaked. I sat back, sliding my fingers in and out while Jeremy watched in awe.
I cried out with the last wave and leaned against the couch for support.
He kissed me on the temple. “Thank you.”
He stood to get dressed. “Don’t ever question my sincerity when it comes to you in a pair of glasses.”
I nodded, exhausted and happy. I pushed them against my nose.
He laughed. “And they’re fucking cute.”
“Have a good day at work, honey.”
He grabbed his keys and wallet and pulled the door open. “I will. See you for the press conference at four.”
The door closed behind him and I exhaled. Today was going to be hard as hell, but no matter what happened, we had started it by making each other happy. I had no doubt that experience would keep me on his mind until we saw each other again. And I had a feeling I needed ammunition like that where Sasha was concerned.
23
Jeremy
In the elevator ride to the parking garage I had a few seconds of quiet. A moment to catch my breath after Evie had stolen it. I leaned into the wood paneling.
She had surprised me. Shocked me. What she did back there wasn’t going to get her pregnant. I hadn’t touched her. She did it for entirely different reasons. Reasons I wasn’t prepared for. Damn it. We were crossing and blurring lines, and I didn’t think I wanted to stop it. I enjoyed them too much. I fucking loved getting messy with Evie.
The doors retracted and I walked to my car. I wanted to drive to the office today and let Evie have the private car. Her reaction to the credit card reaffirmed my initial instincts about her. She wasn’t in this for the money. But after the blow job, I realized she was in this for more than the baby. Something else had started to drive her.
The car purred to life and I spun out of the garage.
After today, she wasn’t going to be my little secret any more. The rest of the world would know who Evie Rossi was, or Evie Hartwell. It would come as a shock to everyone. Evie’s family wasn’t handling it well. I wondered how the rest of Newton Hills would accept the news. They would either embrace us as the high school sweethearts we should have always been, or they’d vilify us as the town villains. It was a toss-up in that small town.
I checked my watch as I parked at the office. Even with my Evie distraction, I was on time. I grinned, quickly jogging up the stairs.
I pulled open the glass doors to the office complex and strolled inside, ready to make amends with Sasha and bring her into the fold. I needed her support on this.
The conference room was ajar. I pushed the door open.
I’d know that balding silhouette anywhere.
“Byron?”
He twirled in the seat. Sasha was next to him.
“Good morning. Your associate and I were waiting for you to arrive.”