“Really?”
She pushes at my chest, and I let her roll me onto my back. I let her straddle me, my jeans still halfway up my hips, shirt mostly unbuttoned while Evie’s naked. Her dress lies in pieces beside me. Her bra is tangled into the ball where I tossed it to the side, her knickers lying on top of the gun.
“If this is a once in a blue moon event, then I better take advantage of thisdoubleaction,” she teases, lightly rubbing her pussy against me.
I’d scoff at the effort but to my surprise, it immediately yields results.
“See?” She rolls her eyes. “Mr I-can’t-satisfy-you getting his second boner of the day.”
“Boner?”
“What would you prefer me to call it, then? Your stiffening member? Your steely meat puppet?”
“And the blood mysteriously drains from mydick.”
“Typical upper classes with your fancy terminology. I don’t know how a girl’s meant to keep up.”
She takes my hands and plants them above my head, her tit bouncing so close to my mouth that when I extend my tongue,I can just flick across her nipple, laughing as it immediately stiffens.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, the serious expression back on her face. “If you can or can’t, or I can or can’t.”
“But it’s not right. It’s not normal, is it?”
“Normal,” she scoffs. “What does that even mean? It doesn’t matter if the inside of our relationship would freak out other people. They’re not in here with us. They don’t get to have a say.”
The expression of defiance on her face would make me hard if I wasn’t already—miraculously—on my way there.
“All that matters is what works forusand what doesn’t. If you need to drug me or hold a weapon to get in the mood, we’re the only ones who get to decide if that’s okay.”
“And what if it’s months before I can do it again?”
“You’ve been keeping me perfectly happy with your tongue and fingers, mister. And it’s always a good time when you crack out the toy.” She bends to press a kiss just above my belly button, sending shivers spiralling out in a wave. “Maybe in class again, that was fun. We’ll survive and adapt like any couple would. Who knows? One day I might tie you up and force you to watch me surviving, over and over, with a vibrator.”
“Not unless I get the control for it.”
“Oh.” Her face drops. “Oh, no. Now that really is a dealbreaker.”
She swings her leg to the side, and I grab her by the hips, settling her back exactly where she was. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“Nowhere, apparently.” She leans forward and bunches up my shirt, lifting the whole thing over my head and tossing it to land near her bra. “You know there are toys that work both ways. I could get a remote. You could get a remote.”
“Everybody has a remote.”
“Now you’re getting it.”
And she rubs herself along my cock, slippery and satisfying, until the idea that I won’t be able to perform this way on demand is the idea that seems like a dream.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EVIE
After we doze togetherfor a while, Maddox goes to retrieve the outfit I wore earlier while I return to the bathroom, staring at the gun but ultimately too scared to touch it.
Knowing my luck, it would explode in my hand, killing me even without pulling the trigger.
Someone will need to clean the blood, wrap the chunks of glass from the broken vase into newspaper before safely disposing of it in a bin. If it were me, I’d scrub the floors myself, clean the damage away and out of sight, embarrassed by the display.
With Maddox, I have no idea what he’ll do. Probably leave it to traumatise his cleaner.
