Page 155 of Foreplay on Words

“She was there last night,” I told Kelly quietly, glancing at Evan to look for signs of his previous anxiety returning.

“Is that why you had the panic attack?” Kelly asked Evan, sisterly concern written all over her face. She knew his history with that twatapotamus.

“Yeah,” he sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, at least your girl was there to lay a bitch out. I can’t believe she’d go near you after the last time,” Kelly growled.

“N-neither could I.”

Looking over at Evan, I frowned. He’d withdrawn into himself as soon as she was mentioned. I could tell it made him intensely uncomfortable.

“Okay.” I yawned, my eyes watering a little. “I think we’re ready to get to bed. I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah, whatever. Hope you put in fresh batteries before you guys left, Evan,” Kristine teased with a pointed look at Evan.

He coughed and looked at Kristine like she’d lost her damn mind.

“Batteries for what?” Sam asked curiously.

“La la la. I don’t want to know. Let’s get our drink on. Later lame brother.” Kelly blew kisses at Evan and ushered Kristine and Sam out the door.

“You two get some rest,” Diana instructed as she approached the table. “I need you both rested and focused for the next two days.”

“Of course,” I nodded, smiling.

“I mean it. No more disappearing acts, and please be on time.”

We both nodded, then Diana shooed us out of the bookstore side entrance and into an Uber she’d ordered to take us back to the hotel.

“Would you mind terribly if we took a nap before...” Evan asked quietly as he traced a pattern on the exposed skin of my knee.

“Or I could help relax you to sleep and then after...” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered, cupping my jaw with his warm hand and drawing me toward him. We exchanged soft closed-mouthed kisses until a sharp clearing of a throat pulled us apart.

“Sorry, man.” He apologized to the driver, who was eyeing us through the rearview mirror. He didn’t say anything, but the kissing made him uncomfortable.

Once we arrived, Evan slid out of the car, holding his hand to help me onto the curb outside our hotel. I was hungry but wanted to curl up with him in the big bed in our suite more.

“Do you think we can find someone who will bring us a pizza?” I asked curiously as we stood on the sidewalk.

He laughed as he pulled me into his side. “I’m sure we could ask, baby. I love how your mind works. Offering sexual favors one minute...asking about pizza the next.”

“You’re so hot,” he breathed into my ear.

“Oh, you stop it.” His stomach growled. And I laughed as I put my hand on it. “See! You’re hungry too.”

“Let’s go. We can stop at the desk. Maybe we can bribe someone to bring up some Giordano’s,” he conceded.

Twenty minutes later, Evan and I were moaning uncontrollably on the couch back in our suite.

Pants had been unbuttoned.

My bra had been removed.

And I was mid-foodgasm as he fed me his deep...

Dish pizza.

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