“Okay.” She nods. “My last test was a few months ago.”
“Have you had any partners since then?”
She shakes her head, blushing furiously. “To be honest… I’m not used to talking about this so openly. I mean, I usually use a condom. That was my first time… without one…”
I swallow thickly.Fuck. I’m the first person to fill herlike that. The thought alone rouses desire, but I push the feeling away. I have other things for us to do—the rest will have to wait.
“Get used to it. This is how we’ll be talking about these things.” I peck her lips. “You should get used to me filling your pussy, too. You’re mine for as long as you want to be.”
“Oh!” she gasps.
“And get dressed.” I push my fingers into her soft, fleshy thighs. “We’re leaving soon.”
Leavingfor the day is what we need. No nosy, peering eyes to follow us around. No worrying about someone seeing me gazing at her. No reminders that I’m her boss. It’s just us, like it should be.
God, I want to show her off. I would have been doing it all along if we had met in a typical fashion. She’s beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off her as we sit on the train, even though she barely gives me a second of her attention.
Her light blue dress perfectly complements her eyes, making her look like a fairy. The shimmery glitter on her lids does, too. I’ve gotten used to seeing her without makeup, in her office wear, and even in her pajamas…
Evie is beautiful no matter what she does, but I can appreciate the artistry of her appearance in moments like these. She’s a painting, and it’s my pleasure to admire her.
“You’re staring,” she mutters, tapping at her phone.
“What else am I supposed to do?” I whine, teasing her with my tone. “You’re not talking to me.”
She looks up and shoots me a playful glare. “My emails are blowing up, Theodore. I wonder why.”
“Theodore?” I laugh loudly. “Is that what you call me now?”
“Only when you’re in trouble.”
I move forward, capturing one of her legs between mine. “Mm… is that what’s happening? Am I in trouble? Will you punish me once we’re home?”
“Hm…” She considers my question and shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I’ve never been the dominant type.”
“Noted.” I can fit in either role, so that’s fine by me. I may not have had many sexual partners, but the ones I did have included a bit of experimentation. “I’m sorry. Did my rescheduling ruin your work?”
“It didn’t ruin anything, but they’re all coming to me for clarification.” She shrugs. “I have it under control.”
“You shouldn’t be working today. It’s our day off—and our first trip together.”
The irony of my telling someone to stop working isn’t lost on me. Everett will kill me the next time I see him, but he may be proud that I’m taking a break, too.
“I’ll stop as soon as we arrive,” Evie says, “I promise.”
It would be helpful if I could be quiet and give her time to work as she pleases. Impossible. All I want to do is look at her, talk to her, and be with her. I gaze out the window, watching the passing trees, but it only lasts a minute. My mind wanders—or rather, my eyes do—to the gap of skin between her stockings and skirt.
“While we’re on the topic of sexual interests…”
She giggles. “Isthat the topic we’re on?”
“I think so.” I lean forward, my eyes flashing dangerously. “If you weren’t so busy… on this train? What do you think?”
She looks around our little compartment. “It’s private enough. Almost too private.”
“Evie!” My brows lift, and I lean back, shocked.
“I’m just saying. I wouldn’t mind a little more of a thrill.”
