I smiled. It was a compliment that he needed to pull himself together. I leaned back against the couch, keeping eye contact, and ran my hands over my body. I cupped my own breasts, massaging them, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Evan’s eyes were glued to my body, watching what I was doing.
I slid my hands farther down my abdomen and between my legs, caressing the insides of my thighs with my legs wide open. I left my one hand on my thigh, and with the other, I pushed my fingers into my slit, running them up and down, playing with myself, spreading my wetness.
I gasped and moaned when I fingered my clit. I was both sensitive and majorly turned on after the orgasms I’d already had, and I wanted more. I arched my back, moving my free hand back to my breast. I played with myself, giving Evan a show, and he watched me with his lips parted. His cock was straining, eager to get back inside me. But not yet. I wasn’t done yet.
Another orgasm built, and it came relatively quickly. I knew exactly what to do to myself to push me over the edge in no time at all. I shivered, my body trembling lightly all over. I rubbed my clit faster and faster, crying out as the orgasm washed over me. I closed my legs and squeezed my breast, opening my mouth in a soundless cry for a moment before I breathed hard.
Evan walked toward me as if he couldn’t contain himself any more. He grabbed me by the legs, flipped me over so that I was on my knees, and he turned my ass to him.
He didn’t hesitate to plunge into me, and I cried out. He fucked me hard, his cock pounding into me, pushing deeper than he’d ever gone, and I moaned, the pleasure and the pain merging together into a wave of ecstasy that pushed me over the edge again. It was either a continuation of my orgasm or a new one, but it hit me hard and fast, and I screamed.
Evan came moments later. His dick jerked inside me, and he slammed in as deep as he would go, filling me up. He grunted as I continued to gasp and cry out. The orgasm seemed to last forever.
Finally, it subsided, and when Evan pulled out of me, I collapsed on the couch, gasping and heaving. Evan sat down next to me, putting his hand on me, and we sat in silence, recovering. It had been one of the best sex sessions I’d had in a long time.
“Is that what you had in mind?” Evan asked.
“Oh, yeah,” I said. I’d come here to get fucked, but this had exceeded my expectations.
“Come to me any time you need, princess,” he said.
I smiled. I liked it when he called me princess. It made me feel beautiful. Special.
“I have to find my clothes,” I said, looking around for them. I had to get dressed and get home.
“You can stay for the night,” Evan said.
I thought about it. I could stay, but I wasn’t sure what that would mean. We were still just doing this as a business transaction. Evan was paying me to have his child, and we were actively working on that. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more. I was already starting to think about him when I wasn’t with him, wanting to see him, and that was dangerous. Women alwa
ys got attached with sex, and I couldn’t afford that if he was just going to walk out of my life again.
“I think it would be better if I go home,” I said.
Evan nodded. He didn’t look offended or let down at all. I nodded, too, confirming to myself that this was the right choice. I got up and started searching for my clothes.
Chapter Ten
Evan
One month later
Scarlet and I had been seeing each other on and off for the past month, and everything was going according to plan. We had sex–crazy gorilla sex–whenever we could see each other. We didn’t spend a lot of time together when weren’t fucking, but that was all right.
I wanted another child, and I was determined to make that happen. And judging by the way Scarlett was happy for me to fuck her, she was just as determined as I was.
Lily still didn’t know what we were doing. There was no reason to tell her. It wasn’t like Scarlett and I did anything more than fuck, and there was no reason to tell her about that.
Scarlett wasn’t pressing me at all to speak to Lily. She stayed out of my business. She understood that this was what I paid her for, and she didn’t get involved in any other way.
I appreciated that a lot more than she knew.
In the meantime, though, until we figured everything out, we fucked.
It was a busy time at work for me. I had a lot to take care of, and sometimes, I didn’t leave the office until well after dark. But Scarlett was always available when I wanted her. And God, I wanted her badly. Often.
My phone rang, drawing my attention away from the paperwork I was reading through, and Scarlett’s name flashed on my screen. I smiled and leaned back in my chair.
It was dark outside, with my office being the only one with a light still on. Everyone else–including Serena–had gone home for the day.