"The party power didn't last until midnight. Who would have thought?" Evelyn joked.
I couldn't help but notice the obvious affection in her eyes as she gazed at my sleeping daughters. That look made my heart race for this woman. I was three months from thirty, and in my entire life, I couldn'tremember feeling this way about anyone. Evelyn awakened something in me I'd never experienced.
I thought maybe it was complicity, the friendly relationship we'd built beyond the bedroom. But I knew it wasn't just that. Eleanor and I had been friends with benefits, and it worked. This wasn't the same. We had incredible chemistry in bed, something I'd never felt with anyone else. And we were friends, too—at least now, after our rocky start.
But there was something more.
Something I couldn't explain that left me unable to take my eyes off her. I was thinking about how beautiful she was, how much I desired her, but also what an incredible woman she was. How charming she was in a peculiar way, without even trying.
"Logan?" she asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I realized she'd just asked me a question.
"Sorry, I was distracted. What did you say?"
She looked at me and smiled.
And she could be even more charming when she smiled.
"What were you distracted by? What were you thinking about?"
I shook my head. "Nothing much. What did you ask?"
"I said it would be nice to take them to bed and asked what you thought."
"You can leave that to me."
I scooped up Aurora with one arm, then bent and gathered Anna with the other. Evelyn moved to help, but I insisted, "You can barely handle one of them."
"In my defense, they are indeed heavy for me."
She accompanied me to their bedroom, where she helped tuck each girl tightly into her bed against the cold night. We kissed each of them on the head before leaving together and returning to the living room. We sat on the sofa, this time close together. I wrapped my arms around Evelyn.
Now, we paid no attention to the TV. A first kiss, intended to be brief, turned into another, and then another, until a veritable fire ignited between us.
She turned to face me, resting her knees on either side of my hips. Provocatively, she settled over my erection. With her wearing a dress, only the fabric of my clothes and her panties blocked our bodies from direct contact.
We kissed again. My hands slid up her thighs, under her dress, until I was crazy with desire. It became even more intense when she, without breaking the kiss, unbuttoned my pants and, without any ceremony, slipped her hand inside my underwear, freeing my cock.
Evelyn slid to the floor and knelt. She looked into my eyes as she took me into her mouth.
"Holy shit, Evelyn..." I grunted, surprised by her boldness.
I tangled my hands in her hair, watching in ecstasy as her mouth moved on me.
"That's it, sweetie..." I murmured, never taking my eyes off her. I saw a smile in her eyes when I used that nickname—one I'd once sworn I'd never use. "Just like that... don't stop..."
She continued, just as I’d asked. When I felt myself close, I gently guided her away and stood, grabbing a condom from my wallet on the coffee table. I turned to face Evelyn and, in one swift movement that elicited a gasp from her, lifted her and laid her back onto the couch.
Then it was my turn to kneel before her. I pulled her panties aside and spread her legs, sinking my mouth between her thighs, licking and sucking her the way I knew she loved. As I tasted her, I used my hands to sheath myself in the condom.
I pulled away, shifting my hips back from where my mouth had been moments before. I gripped my length, sliding it through her slick heat in a slow, torturous stroke that was as painful as it was pleasurable.
"Make a New Year's wish, Evy..." I teased, my voice rough with need.
"I want to start the new year with you inside me, Logan."
It was my own wish, echoed back at me.
I buried myself inside her in one long, claiming thrust. A choked moan escaped her lips, and I didn't stop. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the vast living room window. We were on a high floor, the city sprawling below us like a field of stars—visible, but nearly impossible to see into. Still, the faint, thrilling possibility made everything more intense.
