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“Eve Pendleton, you are the strongest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met by a mile. I didn’t know it then, but the day you walked into Campfire was the luckiest day of my life.”
Eve bit her lip, playfulness overtaking her earlier caution.
“Are you just saying that because you’re about to get lucky?” she teased.
“Easy, Tiger. I’m always one-hundred percent sincere with you.” I paused. “And right now, I’m sincerely looking forward to feeling you ripple around me, watching you enjoy your climax. There’s nothing sweeter than you flushed and satisfied after riding me to oblivion.”
“You sweet-talker, you,” she crooned, sliding her hands beneath my bowtie, loosening it.
“I love the way you take my full length, let me stroke and pound until we’re both satisfied,” I husked, groaning aloud when she slid her nails beneath my shirt, gently scoring my chest. It wasn’t enough to mark my body, but her trust in me marked my soul.
“You are a work of art when you come, Eve.”
She nudged her hips against mine, arching over me in a rolling wave.
“Stay,” she murmured, sliding from the bed.
I wanted to moan my frustration at the loss of her heat, but I bit my tongue. Eve fingered one of the buttons at the front of her dress, drawing out the anticipation before flicking it open. One by one, she slid the buttons free, exposing more and more of her soft skin. With a final wiggle, she let the fabric drop to the floor, standing before me in tiny black panties and a matching black bra. I chuckled when I noticed that up close, the lacy pattern was made of interlocking skulls. No flowers for my Eve.
“I need you,” I admitted, painfully hard after watching her strip tease.
“Brady, Brady,” Eve chided, gliding her hands along her hips, toying with the edge of her underwear. “Haven’t we established that manners are very important?” she crooned. “You wouldn’t want me to be rude now, would you?”
She tugged suggestively at the edges of her panties before letting them snap back into place.
“Fuck,yes,” I groaned, overcome by the desire to see her naked before me.
“Say please,” she urged, fingering the clasp at the front of her bra.
“Please.” The half-demand, half-plea tumbled out with a breathless quality that would have embarrassed me with its vulnerability a few weeks ago. But now, with Eve? She fucking owned me. And I didn’t care if she knew it.
Slowly, Eve flicked open her bra, spilling her beautiful breasts with their dusky nipples out for my enjoyment.
“Yes.”
It took everything in me to lie on the bed, waiting for her when all I wanted to do was grab. Take. Make her mine.
“More?” Eve asked, cupping her breasts before rubbing her hands down her sides to toy with the edge of her underwear again.
She seemed to revel in torturing me, and I couldn’t blame her. My breathing was ragged, my body painfully taut, as I waited for her to put me out of my misery.
“Brady,” she husked, prompting me out of picturing myself pounding into her.
“Please.”
Triumph in her soft smile, she slid away the last scrap of her clothing, standing gloriously naked.
“Do you like what you see?”
“More than I can fucking express.”
“Language, Brady,” Eve tutted.
“You drive me wild,” I admitted, not caring how I laid myself bare, so long as she made good on the promise in her eyes. I was hers. There was no hiding it.
“The feeling is mutual,” Eve said, crawling over me on the bed.
Eager hands helped me tug away my clothing, making my shirt and tie disappear before going to work on my slacks. Eve dipped a hand inside my boxers, and I groaned, struggling to hold back the urge to thrust against her hand.
