I held her tight. I took her like a machine, the pressure building inside me, but I had the discipline. I reached around to tease her clit, and Ivy bucked against my hand then back against my thick cock as I rammed it into her. She was being pushed toward that climax, then over, her screams muffled in my hand.
Her body shuddering around me was so damn intense. I lived for that feeling. Her clasping down on me like a fucking vise, shuddering around my cock. The release was as amazing as it always was. The greatest feeling I’d ever felt, really. Without a contest. She was too damn perfect, and she had no idea how perfect she was. It was almost frustrating.
“I want this every day for the rest of my life,” I whispered in her ear.
“Sex in public places is not going to be our new thing,” Ivy hissed, pulling up her panties. “I always make the worst decisions around you, Evan. I’m surprised you’re not all over the news with how reckless you are.”
“You’ve tempered me,” I told her and kissed her again. “You’re a good girlfriend.”
“We are not dating,” she said incredulously. “This is supposed to be casual sex.”
“It isn’t casual for me anymore,” I said seriously. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to be that for you.”
Ivy stiffened. “Are you serious?”
42
Ivy
Why couldn’t I have just told him that I liked him and wanted to date him? Why did I have to be such an awkward weirdo?
This is why you can’t have nice things,I scolded myself as I followed Evan downstairs.You want him. You want him to be your boyfriend, not just a hookup.
But it could ruin my company…
The wedding’s almost over. Tell him you want to date him after the paperwork is signed and to keep it under wraps. Girl power! Go for what you want! Even if it’s cock!
“Evan…” I turned to him, but he was engrossed on his phone.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, giving me a distracted kiss then all but shoving me into the town car that waited outside of the hotel.
You blew it, I scolded myself as the car took me back home.You should have told him how you feel. Now he’s never going to want to see you again.
Mrs. Russo was packing up her apartment when I arrived.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” she told me. “The movers are going to come grab these boxes bright and early. You have to come visit me in Harrogate, though!”
“I’ll miss you,” I said, hugging her. And I would. The older woman had been a bright spot in my stressful life. I was suddenly sad.
“You can’t be crying like that,” Mrs. Russo admonished, hands on her hips. “Not when you have that good-looking, charming man in your life. You know, he had someone over here earlier to fix your door.”
“He did?” I said hopefully.
“You need to put a ring on a man like that, pronto.”
“I agree!” my mother said, sticking her head out of my condo.
She was another reminder that I still hadn’t dealt with the mortgage issue. I had been able to make another payment since Evan settled the bill for Camilla’s wedding, but I was still way behind.
Maybe Evan kicking you to the curb is for the best. You have too much going on to be in a relationship.
“Evan’s definitely falling for you,” my mother insisted. “Trust me. We just have to seal the deal.”
“I’m not sealing anything,” I said, pushing her back into the condo and closing the now-fixed door.
“Camilla is trying to win him back,” my mother insisted. She jumped on my bed, sitting cross-legged like a teenager. “We need to strategize.”
“The only thing I’m strategizing about is Imogen’s wedding,” I replied. “It’s in less than a week and a half. We just have to survive the bachelorette party and the rehearsal dinner, then we’re home free.”
