Page 34 of Necessary Evil

She dropped her hands to his belt and undid the buckle. Lucy almost laughed at the comical change in his expression. Unbuttoning his jeans, she slid the zipper down, and Evan practically choked.

He wasn’t going to push all of her buttons and leave again. No way. Not this time.

“Lucy, I have a meeting I need to get to.”

She pulled him out and admired the long, hard length of him. “I’ll make this quick.”

“Damn it, woman. I don’t want quick. I’ve got a pair of handcuffs with your name on it.”

An image of her being handcuffed to his bed while he kissed his way down her body had Lucy whimpering with need. Her fingernails grazed his thick shaft, and she slowly sank to her knees. “I don’t want to be the only one wanting more than one orgasm tonight.”

“You don’t have to—Fuck, Lucy.” Evan threw his head back and tangled his fingers in her hair when she took him deep in her mouth.

Part of her could not believe she was doing this. Was being so bold. But another part of her felt like this was the most natural thing in the world. She glided up and down him. The only sounds in the room were his harsh breathing and the slick, wet noises of her mouth as she worshipped him. He tasted like sex and danger, and she couldn’t get enough of being this close to him. Lucy was going to make damn sure he regretted walking out the door to his meeting tonight.

“Not how it should be,” he gritted out. “You belong on a bed, not on your knees.”

She moaned with him deep in her throat, and his entire body clenched. Lucy chuckled quietly and swirled her tongue around him. Sliding him out of her mouth, she kissed the tip, licking the moisture beaded up there. “Two times you left me needing more. It’s your turn.” She took him deep again and sucked hard.

“So this is revenge?” he growled, his hand tightening to a fist around her hair. He pulled her in closer and moved his hips so he pressed deeper into her mouth.

Lucy was already half wild, but his unrelenting grip pushed her over the edge. Reaching up her dress, she dipped her fingers inside her panties and played with herself as he rocked into her mouth.

“Oh,” he groaned. “Lucy. Sweetheart. I’m going to come.”

His hips moved faster. So did her fingers. He was so thick and full in her mouth all she could do was open wider, looking up at him. In his eyes, Lucy saw animal lust and a passion held barely in check. She wanted to send his control out of the window. She wanted to dance with the devil. Sparks of pleasure jangled through her and she swallowed, coming on her fingers.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he gasped, a tremor shaking his body.

Evan grunted when she wrapped her arms around his hips. With a few quick thrusts, he came with a shout. Lucy held him to her and took all of him, licking her lips when he was done. Standing up on shaky knees, she tucked him back in.

He kissed her sweetly. “Stay here tonight,” Evan muttered hoarsely.

“No,” she said, even though her entire body was clamoring for more. She had to walk away before she stayed and he left. She was walking away from him this time. He could follow if he wanted. “This time you better call me.”

Shoving him back, she was surprised he let her. Straightening her dress, she sauntered out of his apartment, though she couldn’t resist a look back over her shoulder. He was staring at her with that evil smile.

“You’re mine,” he called to her. “Nowhere to run to now, sweetheart.”

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