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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.
Chapter Four
Evan
I made a reservation for us at Daniel in Manhattan, and I took Scarlett out to a treat. She was a beautiful woman, and she deserved to be wined and dined. It was the least I could do. She was giving her body to me, and I could at least make her feel special.
When I collected her from her apartment, she looked breathtaking. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves and revealed just enough of her body. It made me want to peel the dress off her and take her right back inside, but I would behave until later.
“You look stunning,” I said when she got into the car.
She smiled, blushing. I wasn’t used to women blushing so much. The women I usually spent my time with had nothing left to blush about. It was refreshing to be around someone like Scarlett again.
The car drove us across Brooklyn toward Daniel in Manhattan. The atmosphere in the car with electric. Neither of us said anything, but I could almost taste her energy on my tongue. I breathed in deeply, and her sent filled my nostrils. When we stopped in front of the restaurant, I got out first and offered her my hand. She took it graciously, and I led her into the restaurant.
The dining room was beautiful, with white pillars and high arches, a rich carpet of spiral designs, and tables scattered across the floor, adorned in white table cloths.
“This place is unbelievable,” Scarlett said, looking around.
“I’m glad you like it. It’s nothing compared to you.”
More blushing. I couldn’t get enough of her, and we were just getting started.
Scarlett looked at me with big brown eyes when we sat down. Her lips were a deep red, and she wore that pout again that I found irresistible.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I said.
“Like what?” She frowned.
“Listen to me, Princess,” I said. “You’re particularly irresistible tonight, and it’s taking all the self-control I have not to give up our reservation and drag you home, instead.”
She blinked at me. A slow smile spread across her face.
“Who says I want you to take me home with you, afterward?” she asked.
She put her elbows on the table, and her neckline dipped enough so that I saw a generous amount of flesh. I wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose, but it was working. I wondered what that soft skin would taste like between my lips, and what she would look like if her dress was stripped away.
“Don’t play games with me, sweetheart,” I said. “I play a lot harder than you, and I’m always going to come out on top.”
