“Only if it’s frosted like a cupcake,” I whispered, “with sprinkles. The dark-chocolate Belgian ones.”
His hands snaked up my sides to my arms. He uncrossed them, pressing me to him. “You better be careful. You might start giving people the wrong idea, bringing up kinky sex food play.”
“It’s not kinky,” I told him, forcing myself to ignore how close his thumbs were to my nipples. “Kinky would be like dressing up in a hot dog outfit and letting you fuck me.”
Evan grinned, his lower lip caught in his teeth. “Honestly, it’s been so long since I fucked someone that I would totally have my way with you in a hot dog outfit.”
“I don’t know what Camilla would have to say about that.”
His large hands tightened on my arms. “Camilla and I are done.”
“Then why were you on a date with her?” I retorted.
“It’s complicated,” Evan said with a scowl, making his handsome features look slightly dangerous. “But trust me when I say she and I are done. I hated every minute of dinner with her. I just kept wishing it was you.”
“Careful,” I said, licking my lips. “You might start giving people the wrong idea.”
Evan pressed me against him. “I always say exactly what I mean,” he breathed against my mouth. Then he closed the distance between us, kissing me.
I melted against him. His muscular arms caressed my back then wrapped around me, pulling me closer. He tipped my head back to kiss me deeper, his tongue tangling in my mouth. My hands trailed up his broad shoulders to splay at the back of his neck. Evan drew back, and I was about to whip off my clothes and push him back onto the bed until better judgment prevailed.
“And I think that’s enough for tonight,” I said.
“Seriously? You don’t want me to stay so you can watch me cover my dick in chocolate?”
“No, thank you.”
“I can Amazon Prime Now some sprinkles.”
“I have my own sprinkles, thank you very much.”
“You can’t tell me that wasn’t a great kiss.” He smirked, and I wanted to kiss that mouth again.
“It was a bad-idea kiss.”
“Isn’t that the best kind?”
“Not if you’re my client,” I told him, stepping away from him. “I have to think about my career and my business. That takes top priority for me. I’m not throwing it away for five minutes of fun.”
“Five minutes!” Evan said in shock. “Ivy, I’m offended.” He stepped up to me, backing me up against the wall. “Let me show you how much pleasure I can give you in a whole night.”
His offer made my pussy wet and achy. I wanted to pull down my panties and let him show me exactly what he meant.
Alarm bells! Terrible idea! Someone save the girl with severe boundary issues!
I needed to put some distance between me and Evan before I made a decision I regretted, but the narrow space between the bed and the wall was such that I couldn’t get by. I climbed up on the bed.
“Your actions are giving me mixed signals,” he said as he watched me scoot over the bed like a walrus.
“This is the least sexy I will ever be,” I retorted as I clambered off the bed. “Thank you for the food, but you really should be going. It’s late. What would the neighbors think?”
“I don’t know. Mrs. Russo is probably throwing dollar bills at half naked men at a strip club as we speak, so I think she’d dig it.”
24
Evan
The thought of fucking Ivy had latched onto my brain and wasn’t letting go. The feel of her soft, round tits, the hard nipples pressed against my chest lingered. I wanted to push her back against the bed and press my face against her pussy just to hear her moan.
