Page 23 of The Devil Goes to Washington

“I’m very familiar with that,” she stated as he helped her into the car.

“Sorry you had to experience that. Do you want to talk about it?” Seated in the back with Evelyn, he laid a reassuring hand on her knee, where the slit of her dress parted.

“Probably best to put it in the bygones category.” She swallowed hard.

“Do you need anything?” He slid his hand higher. She nodded and gave him a little more room. Stretching his fingers, he brushed against her silken panties.

“Are you sure about this?” He rested his cheek against hers.

“Please...” she whimpered.

Her breath was hot against his neck, driving him crazy.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he warned.

His fingers wove through her hair, clutching it, and he brought her mouth to his, crushing her lips. With a small moan, his tongue found hers and explored the long-forgotten sweetness.

He pulled her across his lap until she straddled him, fabric scrunched around her hips. His hands eased up her legs, around the curves of her ass, and up her back until he found the zipper hidden under the buttons. He savored the slowness, like opening a present. With her back completely exposed, he leaned back to enjoy the view while sliding the fabric off her shoulders.

When she tried to cover herself he was quick to move her hands away. “Don’t, you’re beautiful.”

She had never been self-conscious before with him. He was determined to ease her mind. Pulling her close, he trailed kisses down her neck to her nipple. He sucked until she gasped and pawed at his shirt for the buttons. Taking his time to worship each breast thoroughly, he massaged her clit through the fabric of her panties.

“Mmm,” she sighed, unfastening his pants and sliding her hand in to grab his cock.

“Fuck!” He thought he had been hard for her for weeks, but her touch was like fire.

“Oh god,” she cried out in ecstasy and clutched his shoulders when he rubbed her faster.

“That’s one,” he stated, proud of himself for accomplishing it so fast. “So wet for me already?” he teased, moving the cloth aside and sliding his fingers through her folds.

“You were working me into a frenzy in front of everyone, what did you expect?” she purred. Running her thumb over his tip, she eased it down the bulging vein and closed her fist around his shaft.

“Damn!” He growled and counted to ten in his head. “You felt too good to resist, nor did you stop me.” Thrusting two fingers inside of her, he reached for the magical bundle of nerves.

“Ah,” she gasped.

She squeezed him tighter, making him try to remember how to count. He slid his fingers faster, hitting her clit along the way. Evelyn pumped her hand at the same rhythm.

“Evie, you have to stop. I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” He grit his teeth to hold himself back. Adding a third finger to graze more of her sensitive spots, he slammed into her harder.

“Michael!” Bracing herself on the back of the seat, she moved at a frenzied pace, chasing her orgasm. He scraped his teeth over a nipple and sucked hard until she screamed with her release.

“That’s two,” he smirked, sucking on his fingers. “Still so delicious.”

Shifting their positions, he kneeled on the floor, spreading her legs wider. “I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for weeks.” Burying his face between her legs, he was pleased with the squeak in response. He licked and sucked every fold before plunging his tongue deep inside, curling the tip in pursuit of every bundle of nerves.

“Madam. Sir. Thank god you’re hom— Eeek!” They had been too involved to notice the car stop or if Stevenson had knocked on the glass to warn them.

“Close the door, Tilly!” he yelled, throwing himself over Evelyn to shield her.

“I’m sorry.” Evelyn had already put her dress back on by the time he turned around. She kissed him, wiping what must have been some of her from the corner of his mouth before running into the house.

Chapter 7

The overhead fluorescent lights made Micah’s pale skin look bluer than it had when Evelyn carried him into the ER hours earlier. His small body, covered in wires connected to a variety of machines, seemed to be swallowed up by the adult-sized hospital bed. She wished she could be shocked like Tilly was, but she knew all of the instruments and how to read them after so many visits like this one. The most important one was finally beeping in a regular, sonorous rhythm.

Evelyn watched Tilly, who had insisted on coming, try to get comfortable in the one chair provided. She seemed to have forgotten about being scandalized by earlier events when she found Evelyn leaving the house with a lifeless Micah.