After all, wasn’t that what working professional women did? We didn’t have time for relationships, so this no-strings-attached rebound thing Evan was offering was ideal, actually. With the way my life was going, it was probably the best I was ever going to get. When I was old and living with my feral cat colony, I would think back fondly on the time that I let a hot billionaire have his way with me.
Evan took the empty plate from me and set it on the table. Then he brought me forward for a kiss.
Bad idea, the rational part of my brain said half-heartedly. But as Evan’s hands roamed over me, promising mind-blowing pleasure, I knew I was going to sleep with him.
“Come with me,” Evan said, pressing kisses along my jaw. “I’m not fucking you on the table. Not today, anyway.”
I should have told him no. I should have told him that this broke every business ethic that I had. And yet I happily allowed him to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried us upstairs.
This is for stress relief, I told myself.I work a lot, and my life is a disaster. I need to treat myself.
This was about self-care, after all—the self-care of fucking one of my clients.
He took me into his bedroom and set me down. It was sleek, nice-looking, but not overly gaudy. Of course, right in the middle was a California king-sized bed that was about as big as my condo.
When the door closed, Evan was instantly on me. Evan grabbed the bottom of my shirt and hiked it up and over my head, me helping him. The gooseflesh all over me as he touched formerly covered parts of my body urged me even further along.
I wasn’t going to let this be another bout of him simply worshiping me though. I wanted every inch of Evan’s perfect six-foot-four, muscular frame.
“I want to see you,” I said, undoing his tie and throwing it to the floor.
“I don’t know whether I’m concerned or excited that you took that off so quickly,” he teased. Button after button, his shirt fell away, and there wasn’t anything underneath to stop me from seeing that chiseled chest of his.
I ran my hands over the chiseled pecs and down to the washboard abs.
“You so wanted to do that when I was in your bed,” Evan said with a smirk.
“Yes, but,” I told him, my hand wandering down to trace the V that led to the big prize, “I think I’m going to enjoy you so much more against this backdrop. My tiny old apartment doesn’t do you justice.”
I stretched up on my toes to kiss him, the slight stubble of his jaw deliciously rough against my cheek.
Evan caught my hands then pulled me to him, kissing me hard. I moaned, straining against him, stepping out of my heels as he pushed me to the bed. My back hit the softness of the mattress, and I struggled out of my shirt. I wanted to have him before my anxious brain went all in on trying to talk me out of what was very clearly a bad idea.
“You have the most perfect tits,” Evan said, unhooking my bra then pressing hot kisses along the swell of my breasts to take the nipples in his mouth. I undid my pencil skirt, shimmying it down and reveling in the feel of his muscular chest against my torso.
I didn’t want to be naked alone. That was no fun. I wanted to see everything he had too, and I was clawing at his slacks, which he was all too glad to slide down his legs and show me what he was hiding. He was throbbing already, his cock making a tent out of his black boxer briefs. I ran my hands along the low-slung waistband, salivating over the fact that I was finally going to see his cock.
He cursed as I slowly pulled the fabric down. It caught on his shaft, and he shoved the undergarment down and kicked it off to show me what he was packing and what he wanted to give me.
Yup, I definitely want every inch of that!I ran my hand along his thick cock. Evan hissed and pressed a hard kiss on my mouth as his hands trailed over my tits then to my panties. He ran his fingers along the wet slit, sending shock waves through my body. I whimpered, remembering what he had done so deftly with only a finger earlier.
His fingers stroked my clit, then down to my opening, forcing a low moan out of me.
“Yeah, you’re nice and wet for me already. You can’t get enough of me, can you, Ivy?”
His hand balled into a fist, and he pulled my panties down my legs, making me moan. He massaged my clit, and I spread my legs. I was so ready for him.
Evan looked at me with absolute desire. “I’ve been wanting this for so damn long, Ivy.” He kissed me hard and teased my pussy with his cock. I ground against him as he teased my clit with the tip.
I panted, pussy wet and aching, as he rolled on a condom. Then he kissed me and finally pushed himself into me. God, that first penetration was so intense and strong, my body shuddering as his cock slid in, tickling every bit of my sensitive pussy. He filled me so perfectly, as if he was the one who was meant for me all along.
He purred again, holding me steady and setting the rhythm all too quickly. The fire within me ignited, and its intensity burned hotter with every thrust, every stroke.
Soon, I got into it, bucking into him with every gyration, spiking the bliss between us hotter and stronger. He pushed my leg up so he could take me deeper and push what we could feel even more.
“Fuck, Ivy,” Evan hissed, kissing me hard. “Your pussy is so tight.” Evan drew up slightly and looked at me with absolute lust. I shivered. A part of me was slightly scared, but part of me really liked it.
Harder, faster, I bucked into him. He pushed me further, folding me up, my legs around his back, still kissing me, still massaging my clit. The ferocity of it all was consuming as the flames of passion spread, leaving me moaning louder and louder for him.
