I cleared my throat. “Besides, I don’t particularly like what you’re implying. I’m not going to sleep with you in exchange for a magazine spread.”
Exactly! Because I’ll sleep with you for freeee!
“And I would never ask that of you,” Evan said, his face serious. He rested his hands on my hips. “Because I fully expect you to give yourself to me because you want to.”
Crap! How was he reading my sex-starved mind?
I tried to remain stoic in front of him. “As if I’m going to just throw myself at you!” I scoffed.
I would, of course, take my clothes off first.
“Perhaps if I give you a preview?” Evan said. That stupid-sexy smirk was back.
“A preview of what?” I squawked.
Evan hooked two fingers in the low-cut collar of my blouse and pulled me toward him.
“We should probably take this off before I rip it,” he commented.
“I’m not sleeping with you.” Except that my inner sex goddess was getting ready to sacrifice a chicken if it meant the planets would align and let her ride Evan’s cock.
Evan smirked as if he could read all of my dirty thoughts.
“I wasn’t going to sleep with you,” he whispered. Then he leaned over and kissed me hard. “I have a meeting after this. I don’t have time to get all hot and sweaty.”
“And I do?” I countered, though it came out as more of a moan as Evan unbuttoned my blouse to take one of my tits out. He rolled the nipple between his fingers, making me whimper.
“I think you’re already hot and wet.”
“You don’t know that,” I said hoarsely, though my panties were, admittedly, soaked.
Evan’s hand pushed under my skirt, and I moaned, automatically spreading my legs for him as he touched methere.
Evan made a pleased noise. “You are wet for me. I think I can get you soaked though.” He kissed me hard then dropped to his knees in front of me and pushed my pencil skirt up around my waist.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I gasped.
“I told you I’m not fucking you.” His tone was irritatingly mild. He grabbed my hips and pressed his mouth against my pussy through the fabric of my panties. The surge of delight ripped through my body.
“You can’t just, like, do things like this,” I gasped.
“Are you telling me no, Ivy?” Evan said, his tone muffled from below me. His breath was hot through the panties. I bucked against him, and he licked me through the fabric. “You’re going to scream my name when you come, by the way. Just thought I’d give you a heads-up. You will also then realize that I have completely ruined you for any other man.”
“Fuck you,” I gasped. But my pussy was aching for him to fuck me. I wanted to push Evan away, tell him off, but I didn’t want to stop him either. How long had it been since a man had even thought about spreading my legs and licking me until I screamed? How about six months since Nevuary.
“Still not hearing no.” He continued to tease me, fingers pushing my panties to the side to give him full access to my aching pussy. His fingers slid over, coming to my opening, pushing in. “I can’t wait to put my cock in here,” he said, his fingers slipping in and out of me.
I moaned loudly, trying to scrape together the last scraps of my rational brain and push Evan away. But my rational brain had joined forces with my inner sex goddess, taken off her clothes, and gone wild.
It’s not like it’s really sex; it’s a hot guy, eating you out—no strings attached. In the immortal words of Ina Garten, “How bad can that be?”
Evan licked my clit, and the shock went straight through me.
Not bad at all. In fact, probably really good.
I braced myself on the table as Evan gave me another lick, his tongue dragging against the sensitive pink flesh. I moaned loudly.
Definitely really good.
