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After a second, his hand moves up to my thigh and I’m trying to will it to go higher. I’m aching and I know that if we weren’t in the water, I’d be soaked. His hands are strong and firm as he works his way higher up my leg.

“If you think feeling me up is going to get me to talk to my mother, you’re wrong. She and I need more time to think about if we really want a relationship or not.”

Evan looks at me with an eyebrow raised. “Kendall, there is no way that you don’t want a relationship with her and I’m sure that she wants one with you. Back then, you were a stupid kid saying shit to hurt her because you were hurting.”

“She said shit that hurt me too.”

“That’s the hardest lesson people have to learn when they grow up,” Evan says, his fingers grazing only inches below my bikini bottoms. “You want to think that your parent is perfect and has everything figured out but more often than not, the truth is so far from that.”

I moan as he grips the back of my thigh. It’s loud and I blush slightly, looking anywhere but Evan. He sighs, his hand squeezing my thigh. His thumb rubs lazy circles into my skin, driving me insane.

For a second, I consider straddling his lap and begging him to do whatever he wants with me. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anybody else.

In that moment, I don’t care that he’s nearly two decades older than me or that he’s my boss. Instead, I move quickly, straddling him before he realizes I’ve moved.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice husky as he reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from my face.

I loop my arms over his shoulders, lightly raking my nails across his shoulder blades. He shudders beneath me, his hands settling on my hips in a hard grip.

“Kendall, this isn’t a good idea.”

“I’ve only had enough to drink to take the edge off. Perfectly sober.”

Evan looks at me and I can see the one excuse he had for holding back fly out the window. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips a little harder, sending want through my body.

“I told you that you shouldn’t sleep with some random guy,” he says, his hands sliding over my hips and down my ass. He drags me against his hardened cock, groaning when I roll my hips.

“And I told you that I could sleep with whoever the fuck I want.”

His mouth captures mine in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth and tangling with mine. I moan as I rock my hips, dragging my pussy along his cock and building friction through the thin layers of clothing that separate us.

Evan grips my ass with one hand while the other sinks into my hair, holding me in place. His hips lift upward to meet mine as he pulls back my head.

My back arches and my breasts push against his chest as he trails hot kisses down my neck. I moan as he runs his hand up my ass and along my spine. In seconds, my bikini top is falling away from my body.

“Fuck,” Evan says, his voice raspy as he kisses his way down my chest. He takes one nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth across the sensitive skin before sucking hard.

My hips buck against him as his hands roam my body. One hand massages my other breast while the other continues down my body to my bottoms. He unties the strings and pulls the fabric away, tossing it out of the hot tub.

“You’ve got too much clothing on,” I say as he switches to the other nipple.

I run my hands through his soft hair, rolling my hips and grinding against him. My pussy aches as I move, needing him to do more than suck on my nipples.

“You know,” I say, my tone teasing as I pull his face back up to mine, “my vibrator does a better job than this at getting me off.”

Evan scowls and in the next second, he lifts me up and spins us around, sitting me on the edge of the hot tub. I lean back against one of the posts that holds up the structure surrounding the hot tub as Evan kneels in front of me.

“You’re fucking soaked for me.” He runs his fingers along my wet slit, teasing my clit before he pulls back slightly. “Too bad you don’t get to come until I say you do.”

My inner walls clench at his words. I want this man to take control. I’m tired of always being the one in control. The thought of him telling me what to do, withholding orgasms until I’m begging for them, turns me on more than anything else ever has.

Evan smirks at me as if he knows the hold he has over me. His shoulders press against my leg as his tongue slides out against my clit. I moan as he flicks his tongue, his hands massaging my legs.

His tongue moves at a lazy pace as his hands inch higher. His fingers drift along the skin at the tops of my thighs, avoiding the place I want him to touch the most.

I moan and rock my hips when his fingers graze over my entrance. Evan chuckles, sending a shiver down my spine, as he finally pushes a finger into me. He groans as my pussy clenches around him.

It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.

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