Page 36 of Foreplay on Words

“More research?”

“If the right research partner comes along,” he teased with a cheeky wink.

I pretended to be reluctant about his proposal, but I was so on board. “What does the job entail?”

“Lots of long...hard...hours.” He stressed in that deep sexy voice that appeared when he was aroused. If I were a cartoon character, I would have fainted with little hearts flying around my head.

“You realize I’m not an expert, right?” I had more experience than he had in the area, but I’d only seen the parts of the lifestyle that Emory had shown me.

“You know more than I do,” he nodded. “We could learn together.”

The thought of Evan coming with me to train with my own Dom was amazingly hot. Instead of having Emory tying me up and simulating the scenes I was trying to write, he could be teaching Evan what to do with me. And I’d be completely at his mercy. It sounded like a dirty dream come to life. At least something—or someone—would be coming.

Is would have a field day with this. I go away for two weeks and bring back a new story pitch hotter than anything either of us had written before. Adrian was going to have kittens. He was going to think I tempted his highest-grossing author over to the dark and spicy side.

“So how are we going to spin this?” Isobel was counting on me to finish my current series. Derailing my progress for a completely new project would piss her off.

“Honestly? Let’s keep them in the dark,” he said, looking slightly guilty. It seemed he knew Adrian would be protesting this match-up as well.

“You mean don’t tell them until it’s written?”

“Bingo,” he winked.

“It could take months.” It typically took me a few months to draft a book. I couldn’t disappear for that long without drawing suspicion.

“Can you escape for that amount of time?”

“Won’t you get tired of me?” I asked warily. That was a long time to spend with someone when you were used to being alone. Especially someone you barely knew. Even if you fantasize about making her come repeatedly within the first 48 hours of meeting her. But that was just wishful thinking.

Focus, Chase.

He shrugged and then pulled me closer to him on the couch. “I honestly don’t know how this is all going to turn out, but if it means I get to spend more time with you, I’m all in.”

“I’m having difficulty taking you seriously with your pants still undone.”

He laughed and grabbed my sides, tickling me as he raised himself over me on the couch. We crashed back into the pillows, and his mouth came down on mine in a calculated attack.

Evan’s tongue and fingers were erasing every doubt and hesitation building up within me. I could feel him hot and hard pressing against my stomach, his pants still halfway down his thighs.

My hands gravitated toward his bare cheeks as he slid his fingers underneath the hem of my top, caressing the skin of my back. My breath was short as I broke the kiss and threw my head back. His fingers delved under the cups of my bra and tweaked my nipples as I bucked my hips into him.

“Oh God,” I moaned as he thrust against the thin layer of my leggings, sliding one hand down my thigh to hitch it over his hip.

“Come to bed with me,” he growled into my hair as I dug my fingernails into his ass, causing him to jerk his hips into me. “We don’t have to…” he trailed off. “But I want to feel more of your skin against my lips. A lot more.”

I nodded frantically as he began to rain biting kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. “Yes...”

Before I could anticipate the motion, he stood up, hitching his pants over his extremely erect cock—which was some seriously impressive recovery time—presumably so he could walk without tripping.

“Let’s go.” He held his hand out to me. Hesitating for a moment, I placed my hand in his, and he yanked me up before he crouched down, banded his arms around my legs, and hoisted me over his shoulder.

“Evan!” I shrieked as he stood back up and stalked past the kitchen and down the hallway, me laughing into the back of his shirt as he held my thigh with one hand and my ass cheek with the other.

He was a man on a mission as he kicked his bedroom door open. I saw it bounce lightly off the wall.

The world shifted as I fell backward onto his bed abruptly.

That sparked a new round of giggles as I scooted back toward the pillows. Evan stood beside the bed, kicking off his shoes before he ripped his shirt over his head.

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