“The what?” I snarled.
Evan snickered. “Teddy has decided that this wedding is not reflective enough of his values, and he wants themed desserts with his football team logo, games for the guests like giant Jenga, and a cigar bar.”
“We can’t have people smoking cigars! It’s a historic venue!” I said, flailing my arms.
“Teddy is spoiled and stubborn,” Evan said, his hands coming to rest on the bare skin of my waist. “When Imogen finds out he’s not budging, I hope you have some sandbags ready to duck behind.”
“Lordy.”
“Feeling a little stressed?” Evan asked in that deep voice.
“No,” I lied.
“Too bad, because I offer very effective stress relief.”
“Oh yeah?”
Evan unhooked my bra. My nipples were hard. Evan leaned in to kiss each one, then he tangled a hand in my hair and kissed me hard.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” he ordered.
My pussy went wet. I licked my lips then slowly turned and climbed up on the bed. Evan slowly pulled my panties down. I was aching for him. He pressed his mouth to my pussy, and I moaned as he licked me along the slit, teasing my clit with his tongue.
He grabbed my ass, spreading my legs to give him better access as he slowly licked me. I moaned as he worked my clit with his tongue, my pussy aching for his cock. I whimpered when he stopped. A condom packet ripped, then Evan’s hand was there, stroking me. His fingers dipped into me.
“I was planning on doing this slowly,” he said, “but all I could think about all day was thrusting my cock into your tight pussy. I’m going to fuck you hard first, then slow. I hope you have all night booked for this.”
I whimpered as he stroked me, my nipples hard, anticipating his cock. I spread my legs for him, and he grabbed my ass, thrusting into me in one smooth motion. I cried out as his cock slid out to ram into me again.
I moaned as he fucked me hard. The cheap bed frame creaked with the thrusts, and I grabbed fistfuls of the comforter. One of Evan’s hands snuck around to rub my clit, working it in time with his thrusts. I had already been half-gone by the time he put his cock in me, and I was quickly approaching the edge.
“Scream my name,” Evan ordered as his pace sped up.
He tangled a hand in my hair, jackhammering into me as I came, crying, “Fuck, Evan!”
I felt him shudder and come in me. Then he snuggled me to him on the bed. Evan pressed kisses up my neck and pressed me back into the bed, kissing me hard.
“I think I’m ready to fuck you again,” he rumbled, then froze as we heard furious knocking on the door.
“I swear, Mrs. Russo,” I muttered.
“Ivy?” a familiar voice called out.
No.
“Ivy! Are you in there? It’s your mother. Your door is open, so I’m coming in.” The door creaked, and Evan cursed, jumping up to hastily button up his pants. I clutched the bed sheet over myself as my mother walked into my apartment, wheeling a suitcase behind her. She looked between me and Evan craftily.
“Mr. Harrington.”
“We were just—” I stammered, then wondered why I was so worried what my mother would think.
Because she’s going to blab to Imogen.
“You were just talking about the bridesmaids’ dresses and how Evan is paying for all of them,” she said with a wink. “And the jewelry!”
Evan grimaced and pulled on his jacket. “Sure.” He leaned over and kissed me. “See you tomorrow,” he whispered.
Then I was alone with my mother.
