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Collecting the lube and blanket, he added a dry towel and a hairbrush, then switched the light off as he exited the bathroom. Expecting Callie to be in the bedroom, he found it curiously empty, and wondered if she’d made a break for it.
His concern was alleviated when he found her perched on the edge of the couch in the living room, her small frame and curves drowning in one of his midnight blue shirts with his company logo on the breast pocket.
“That was some quick thinking, sweetness,” he commented, setting everything down on the end table next to the L-shaped piece of furniture where everything he needed would be within reach. Pulling out his phone, he added it to the pile.
Twisting her fingers together, Callie stared at the massive TV screen. Her interest in the cop show playing was feigned; her eyes kept sliding toward him, then away. “I have a really bad habit.”
“Oh?”
“If I think about something too much, my brain dies.”
“I see,” he said gravely, noting her voice was decidedly younger than before.
“I-I’m not good at making decisions,” she continued, biting her bottom lip. “I miss out on things because I can never…there are too many consequences. So I’m not thinking about anything tonight because otherwise I’ll miss out on…this.”
Knowing Elias’s patience was practically limitless, Evander took his time settling himself into the corner of the couch. “I need to know I have your consent, Callie. Nothing happens without it.”
“I want to be brave.” She shot him a look when he cleared his throat meaningfully. “Yes, I consent.”
*
Callie
Holy hell, what was she doing?
Evander’s slow smile did crazy things to her insides, even as he lifted his hips. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats, he pushed the material down—all the way down—and kicked the pants aside.
He was completely naked, sprawled enticingly on the couch of a hotel room, without a care in the world.
Callie felt small and inconsequential in comparison.
“Come here, sweetness.” Those big hands patted his muscular thighs. “I won’t bite.”
Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking.
So what if she was about to have sex—analsex, for Christ’s sake—in a fancy hotel room? Did it matter if another man was going to join them, to watch her ride that incredibly big cock jutting up from between Evander’s legs?
Her father would call her every name under the name and more—but he wasn’t here.
Were they going to ruin the couch? It looked expensive. Hell, the softness of the leather against her legs told her it was probably worth at least six months’ worth of mortgage payments on her house. Did they have to pay for it if it got marked?
“Callie,” Evander ordered in a firmer tone. “Switch that brain off.”
She toyed with the oh-so soft fabric of the shirt she wore. It was Evander-sized, so of course it dwarfed her, but it smelled like him. She liked that he didn’t mind her wearing his stuff; Daniel had hated her touching anything of his, even to move it from one place to another.
Slowly, she inched her way closer to the man she was growing irreversibly attached to as each day flew past. Being with him was exciting and enlightening, but not just in the bedroom. She was falling in love with the man who’d made his fortune with his own hands, who’d been raised by a father almost as fanatically religious as hers.
“That’s it, sweetness. Just a bit further,” he coaxed in the voice she heard in her dreams. Low and deep, rich and steeped in authority. The voice that made her pussy clench and get wet.
There were candles on the coffee table, she thought with surprise. The wicks fresh and unlit, but the scent of cherry and vanilla was strong.
Would she instantly flash back to this night whenever she smelled them in the future?
Evander’s hands gripped her hips and lifted her over the remaining distance onto his lap, her knees digging into the wide couch cushions on either side of his thighs. Uneasy with the position, she tried to twist around to face him, but he wouldn’t let her.
“No, Callie. Straddle me this way. Lift your shirt up.”
What if she tipped forward? There was nothing in front of her to stop her from falling and hitting her head on the table. Ending the night with a trip to the emergency room wasn’t something she wanted to do.
