We walked out of the building together, Evan not saying a word until we were in the car. We’d come here in his car–a black monstrosity that was almost long enough to qualify as a limo.
He respected my privacy a lot more than I’d thought he would.
“How’d it go?” he asked when we were in the car.
I was aware of how close he was sitting, only inches of leather seat open between us. I glanced toward the driver. He was behind a tinted glass screen.
“It went okay,” I said. “She… she said I’m ovulating in a week.”
Evan smiled. “That’s very good,” he said.
I nodded. “She said so, too.”
Evan’s eyes were bright when he looked at me, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to get me naked. He wanted to stick his dick in me and start making babies. His lust was written all over his face. But I had to admit, the idea of having to sleep with him out of necessity was a turn-on for me, too.
I could think of worse ways to earn a living.
How many times had I dreamed about what it would be like if Evan pinned me down on the bed and claimed me? I wanted him to undress me, peeling my clothes back in layers until I was naked in front of him. I’d seen his body–most of it–when I’d been over at Lily’s and he’d been at the pool.
Evan had the kind of body that had been maintained for years. He trained regularly, and it showed.
And I had an idea of the size of his dick, as well. Evan was old school and unashamed of his body, which meant that a Speedo was more than enough coverage for him. He’d gotten out of the pool once after swimming laps, and I’d gotten a good look at what the material was tracing.
“So,” he said. “Are you ready to get started right away?”
I blushed. My cheeks burned bright red, and he grinned at me.
“You’re blushing,” he said.
I nodded.
“Why?”
I took a deep breath. “I don’t know if this is appropriate to say, but I’ve had a crush on you for a while. I mean... I’ve thought about you, you know?”
It came out all wrong, and I blushed more. Evan chuckled.
“Really, now?” he asked.
I nodded. I wasn’t going to tell him what the details of my fantasies had been, of course. But sleeping with Evan–or rather, having him fuck me–was something I’d wanted for a long time. I wanted him to take me back to his place, drag me to his bedroom like a Viking, strip me of my clothes, and fuck me hard. I wanted him to treat me like a piece of ass. He was always so charming, such a gentleman to me. Now, I wanted him to fuck me like an animal.
The thoughts were so vivid. I was getting wet. I scissored my thighs together, shifting a little on the leather seat. The sexual tension was so thick in the car, I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think about anything other than Evan and what he might do to me later when we “got started.”
“You want me,” Evan said. It wasn’t a question.
I nodded.
“Good,” he said. He leaned closer to me. His lips brushed against mine, and I shivered. “Very good.”
He breathed against my lips. My body responded, heat washing through me and pooling between my legs. I melted into my panties. God, I wanted Evan.
But he didn’t make another move. Instead, he sat back, opening the partition between us and the driver and gave him my address to drop me off at home.
This wasn’t part of the bargain, but I had a feeling teasing was Evan’s personal flare.
And it was effective.
God, it was effective.