On the ride home, he thought about the first time he spotted Evangeline at The Dungeon. Tall and curvy always snagged his attention, so he made a point of meeting her. Even her black mask couldn’t conceal her beauty, yet it was her chill vibe that turned him on as much as her looks did. She was there with a friend who’d been curious about the BDSM scene. When he asked about her fetishes, she told him she was into sensory deprivation.
The next time they saw each other there, she agreed to play with him, but she wanted to work on relinquishing control. After they’d played together a few times, she confided the truth. Her control issues were so severe, she couldn’t relax during intimacy and was unable to climax.
Slowly, over time, she learned to trust him enough to relax. Once that happened, he had no trouble bringing her to orgasm. Repeatedly. When she suggested—no, demanded—penetration, he didn’t refuse her. Evan was as sensual as she was uninhibited. Her energy rivaled his, as did her intensity. But his mysterious play partner had another surprise in store for him.
A few months after that, she told him she wanted to blow him. With a whole lotta mischief in her eyes, she extended her hand and led him to the futon in their private room. One small nudge and he sat with his Johnson pointing straight to the damn moon. After kissing the hell out of him, she moved down his body until her mouth was poised over his aching dick. She ran her tongue over him again and again before taking him inside. Her tender licking and sucking built to a maddening pace while he groaned out her name.
When she cupped his balls and stroked his shaft, he warned her to back off, but she deep throated him and he released a torrent into her. She had slayed him with her sexy talents and, while he would never admit it, she owned every damn inch of him.
Her chill vibe turned fiery hot whenever they got together. It was like she harnessed her energy until she could unleash it on him. And he welcomed everything she would give him, never quite getting his fill of her.
During the twelve months they played together, Evan became the best part of his week.
Thinking about her in that way made his balls ache in the cramped space between his legs. As he rode down his street, he made a mental note to contact the Applegates after Christmas to see if Bethany would speak with her. He would make things right with Evangeline. He owed her that, at the very least.
He parked in his driveway and dismounted. Before pressing the six-digit code on his garage door, he glanced around to see if anyone was watching. After pushing his bike inside, he waited for the door to close before entering his home.
In all the years he’d been running his crisis management firm, he had never once received a death threat. But that had changed.
Going forward, he’d watch his six.
* * *
Desperate for a caffeine hit, Evangeline entered the quaint coffee shop, which was tucked into an older Shirlington neighborhood. To her surprise, the local eatery was busier than she’d expected on a Sunday morning. She needed to head to the office, but when Hannah had called—more like woken her ass up—she couldn’t say no.
“Merry Christmas,” Hannah said with too much perkiness. “Santa’s loading up his sleigh.”
“Bah, humbug. I need coffee. You want something else to go with that holiday cheer?”
“Baby and I are enjoying a yummy herbal tea.”
Evangeline ordered a double mocha espresso and returned to sit across from her sister. “So, why was I summoned here way too early on a Sunday morning?”
“Joey, the pastor, called me. He wants to do a little sightseeing and asked if I’d play tour guide. Charlene gave him my number.” She smiled. “He asked if you would join us and I’m hoping you will.”
“Sorry, I’ve gotta put in some hours at the office.” Evangeline sipped the hot java. “So, what do you know about this guy, anyway?”
“Oh, for goodness’ sakes, he’s all alone in a big city.” Hannah set her cup down. “How is it bad that I’m willing to be his friend?” She looked toward the door and waved. “Be nice.”
“Niceis not in my nature.”
Hannah chuckled as Joey sat down next to her. “I was hoping you’d be free,” he said to Evangeline.
Evangeline fought the urge to reply with a smarmy comment. Instead, she raised her coffee cup. “Ho, ho, ho.”
He laughed. “I’m grabbing myself one of those. Do you guys want something to eat?”
They declined and he ambled toward the counter.
“See, he’s just trying to make friends,” Hannah said. “Plus, it might be good to have someone to talk to about my little one. I’m worried that I won’t be enough, you know, doing this parent thing all alone.”
Evangeline held her sister’s hand across the table. “You aren’t alone. I’m here. Mom’s been super supportive. And so has Birdie.”
“Don’t forget Charlene. She’s been a sweetheart.”
Instead of voicing her opinion about Charlene, she gave her sister’s hand a little squeeze. “Just because he’s a pastoral counselor doesn’t mean you have to pour your heart out to him.”
“Why not? He’s the perfect person to listen.”
