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Her eyes flew open, and she smiled, reaching down to help guide me to her opening. “Yes, so much. So much.”
Some form of logic was trying to break through the haze of lust that enveloped us, but I could only feel the tip of my cock about to enter Evelina’s body. Her gorgeous, voluptuous body that she was offering to me. I could only concentrate on making her mine. With a single long, hard thrust, I was enveloped deep inside her pussy. Her legs locked around my waist, and she grabbed my jaw to pull me down for a kiss. I gave her every inch as I slid my tongue between her ready lips.
Now that I had claimed her, it was impossible to hold back. The urge to completely make her mine was primal, deep. As deep as I was ramming my cock inside her. She held onto my shoulders, burying her face against my neck as I pounded her body. When she began to pant and dig her fingernails into my back, I lost the last shred of control. Propping myself up on my elbow, I slid my free hand between our sweat-slicked bodies and nudged my fingers down her smooth mound to find that sweet, swollen nub I loved playing with.
No sooner had my fingers slid across her clit than she screamed again, and when she spasmed around my cock, I let loose, spilling my seed inside her. Every last drop until I was spent and fell against her chest. Breathless and utterly sated.
“Christ, your body is amazing,” I said, rolling off and cradling her to me.
“I can’t wait to do it again,” she said between panting breaths.
I pressed my hand to her heart to feel the racing beats, and she leaned close and kissed my jaw. This was …
Something. Reality slowly crept in as my heart rate settled and my breathing slowed. I wasn’t lying naked with a woman I met at the local bar. This woman who had her leg slung across mine, whose body I had just tasted, touched, and fucked until she screamed and raked her fingers down my back, was Evelina Morozov.
Oh fuck, I’d done the unthinkable with my best friend’s daughter. I was as good as a dead man. And God help me, I’d been so crazed with desire for her hot little body that I hadn’t thought twice about taking her without a condom! I deserved to be shot.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
I had gone still, my arms and legs like lead. I was furious enough to pick up the big desk we’d started all this foolishness under and throw it through the windows. But not at her, never at her. At myself for losing control. For my utter weakness where she was concerned. I could have told her not to wear the skin-tight, flimsy outfits, but damn it, I liked looking at her body.
I should have continued staying away from her, but I liked her company too, and those two days without speaking to her when I knew she was all alone in this giant house slashed at me like razors.
I slowly extricated myself from her embrace, one I could have happily died in if she were anyone else. But she wasn’t anyone else.
“Are you sure everything’s okay?” she asked as I tugged my jeans back up and pulled my shirt into place.
I would have rather taken a knife to the gut than hurt her feelings after she’d so thoroughly given herself to me, but this couldn’t continue. It shouldn’t have started, but that was on me. That was my burden to bear.
“I should probably let you get back to setting up,” I said, easing toward the door. The look of confusion and hurt in her eyes made me turn away.
“You’re not going to help anymore?” she asked, trying to pull what was left of her dress around her.
God, I needed to be shot. “I, uh, have some things I need to do.”
Before I could hear her voice again, I hurried out the door, despising myself for my depravity and, worse, cowardice.
Chapter 13 - Evelina
The switch happened fast, and it pissed me off. One minute we were snuggling and sweaty on the floor. My body still tingled from everything he did, everything he said, and my heartbeat was only just evening out. It was official. No other man on earth could do what he did to me. I was still half floating up in the clouds, dreamily lost in the aftershocks of those absolutely earth-shattering orgasms he gave me when he started getting stiff.
And not in the good way that might signify another round. No, he was thinking. Starting to war with himself. Probably have regrets. He was ruining everything about the very best sexual encounter I ever had. The thought that it might be the last if he came to the stupid conclusion he’d made a mistake was enough to get my heart racing again. And this time, not with ecstasy.
And now he was slithering out the door without a backward glance? Hell no.
My damn dress was in tatters, but the small couch in the corner had a cashmere blanket thrown over the back. I grabbed it, wrapped it around myself, and chased him to the hall. He turned and gaped at seeing me naked and wrapped in a throw and quickly looked around for any of the meandering security guards who mostly kept to the shadows but were always there.
I didn’t give a single solitary damn if anyone saw me and put two and two together. I wasn’t going to be his dirty little secret! Not when we were so perfect together. He could lie to himself, but I could read his eyes as easily as a toddler’s picture book. His eyes showed everything. Then and now. Then they’d been full of passion, desire, and maybe even joy. Now they gleamed with regret, just as I suspected.
If only he’d figured it out, he would regret running much more than losing his precious control around me.
He took me by the shoulders with a scowl and pushed me back into the office. “Good,” I said. “Glad you decided to see reason.”
His scowl grew darker, but I wasn’t afraid of him. Not when so much was on the line. What we’d done was better than I ever could have imagined. And I spent a lot of years imagining being with him.
“Don’t,” he said when I refused to cower under his fierce glare.
“No, you don’t,” I answered right back. “Don’t run away like that.”
