“I want you naked in my bed by the time I get up there.”
“And I’m supposed to listen to you now?” There she was. The bossy brat I’d come to know. I walked over to the couch and gathered my laptop and glass of whiskey.
“Yeah. You are.”
“And why is that, Evander? Because you fucked me? So you own me?” Her fiery words made me chuckle. It pissed her off even more. Scarlet settled on the tops of her cheeks and I wondered how mad I could make her before her dimples deepened.
“No. I could never own you.” I let the silence roll between us before continuing. “But I’ve been inside of you. I whet your appetite with my dick, and you want more. You won’t get more if you don’t listen. I have high expectations in the bedroom, Xari. I’m not Senator Freeman when I’m fucking your tight pussy.” My voice dropped lower and I watched her throat flex. My eyes fell to the panties hanging from the tips of her fingers.
“What if the dick was trash? What if I hated it?” Defiance twinkled in her eyes.
“It wasn’t trash. I’m incapable of trash dick. This dick is immaculate. This dick is a fine-tuned piece of machinery. I only gave you a preview because I had to feel your perfect cunt wrapped around my dick. I haven’t even put you where you belong yet.”
“Where I belong? And where is that?” She lifted her perfectly arched brow at me, trying to hide the fact that she was turned on again. I knew how she smelled now though. There was no mistaking her pussy in the air. It smelled like tulips growing from the earth.
“You belong on the tip of my tongue. Now, go upstairs and wait in my bed, Miss Lucas.” She hated to concede but she knew I was right. I intrigued her. I made her want more and she damn sure did the same thing to me.
I watched her switch those hips up the steps and shook my head. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
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THIRTEEN
Okay, ten minutes seemed like a long time to grab shit and come upstairs. I looked at the clock and cursed myself for leaving my phone downstairs beside Sunshine.
Why the fuck was I so hell-bent on listening to Evander anyway?
Because he fucked the shit out of you surrounded by candle flames in front of your harp, Xari.
Classifying Evander as darling dick was the grossest miscalculation I’d ever made in my twenty years of life. Up until fifteen minutes ago, I had a streak for being able to pick out lukewarm dick. It was like a radar.
After the complete switch and change Evander did, I was questioning my streak. That man was nowhere close to darling dick.
He had Satan dick.
He had the type of dick that may or may not have brought tears to my eyes. It made me drop to my knees and swallow his cum without a second thought. That man was blessed in every way humanly possible.
How had I misjudged him so severely?
It’s like he read my disgusting playbook and tore all the pages out. The scary part was, I knew he was only getting started. Well, it was equally scary and fascinating.
I wanted to be his dirty slut. I wanted him to make me beg for his dick. I wanted him to mark me up and leave me full and satiated.
Footsteps headed down the hallway and I tried to look normal, lying across his bed in nothing but the skin I was born in. My thighs thumped the closer his distinct footfalls came to the bedroom.
I was a junky. I’d broken into a light sweat waiting to see him in the doorway. He definitely had devil dick. It already had me acting fucking stupid.
My eyes fixed on the empty doorway for a few long seconds before Evander appeared, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand, his laptop tucked under his arm, and my phone in his other hand.
“I blew out your candles,” he said.
“Oh, thank you.” My voice was starting to turn hoarse. Probably from the throat-burning screams that got trapped behind the panties Evander shoved in my mouth. “Should I shower or…”
“No,” he said quickly. “I want to taste you just like that. Soaking wet. Sore. Swollen.”
I pressed my knees together and stifled a moan. How had he turned into walking, talking sex? Had he always been this way and I just didn’t want to see it because he was my boss?
He’d always been sexy but I never pegged him for being dominant and possessive in the bedroom. I loved that shit. It turned me on beyond belief. Especially finding someone who would put up with my mouth and attitude then put me in my place.
“What is this going to be, Evander? You want me as your nanny-fuck-toy or…”
“We’re going to talk about that now.” He plucked open the buttons on his shirt and I focused on the fresh white undershirt stretched over his hard muscles. “I’m going to be upfront with you, Xari. I don’t do relationships. That’s especially true now that Frankie is staying with me.”
“Okay. Relationships aren’t my thing anyway. I have to focus on the harp too much to be a good girlfriend.” He eyed me for a moment then nodded after taking a drink.
“I don’t catch feelings either. This…moment between us is for fun. For stress relief.” Another drink. More buttons opened on his shirt and I felt my temperature rise. I wanted to see him naked in all his fine-ass glory. He was taking too damn long.
I knelt up on the plush bed and moved over to the edge so I could help him out of his clothes faster. I slipped his shirt off his shoulders and he chuckled.
“Impatient?”
“Very.” I tugged his undershirt free from his pants and pulled it over his head.
Finally.
I soaked in his tattoos and thick cuts of muscle like sunshine on a beach. He was beautiful.
Caramel skin decorated with colorful tattoos. The most prominent one was over his left pectoral. It said Francesca in gorgeous script font. A gardenia was wrapped around the F in her name giving it a gentle touch.
God. Frankie would never forgive me for fucking her father. I promised her I wouldn’t turn into one of those women who went crazy over Evander and there I was naked in his bed, drooling over his amazing body and immaculate dick.
No fucking wonder Alexis was bat shit. Evander’s dick caused mental illness. That had to be it.
“So, no relationship. No feelings. Does that pretty much cover it?” I tugged on his belt and he chuckled.
“Not exactly.” He gripped my wrist and snatched it away from his pants, making me pout. He leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard and quick, making me yelp. The pain dulled and in its place was a slow pulse. I touched the tender spot with my tongue and tried to ignore the wetness starting to pool inside me. “We can’t let Frankie know, Xari. This is between you and me. That’s it.”
“Agreed.”
“You will sleep in your own bed while Frankie is here. Don’t wake up beside me. Got it?” A pang of something sour rattled through me but I ignored it. So what if he didn’t want me sleeping beside him? Who said I wanted to?
“Okay. Fine,” I said with a little more frost in my tone than I’d intended.
“Good. Stop being such a brat about it. You’ll get dick every night if you behave.” He reached down, grabbing my ass.
“I’m not being a brat about it.”
“You are. You’re easier to read than you think.” I ignored his arrogance and went back to unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his strong thighs. He undressed the rest of the way then stood there for me to admire because he knew I would. I had no idea he was hiding so much arrogance under the buttoned-up façade he showed everyone else.