Page 77 of The Attraction File

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Edgar

I created a monster.

A sex monster to be precise. Evaleen wanted sex all the time.

We had to share offices as the London building only had three to offer our team. Evaleen, my assistant John, and I used one of the cramped spaces. She would send John on wild goose chases all around the city so we could have a quickie while he was gone.

“I blame myself in all this, Evaleen. If I hadn’t been so good at giving you an orgasm that first time and then gave you five orgasms the night I took your virginity, you wouldn’t be so addicted to my cock.” I smirked as I gazed up at her.

Evaleen’s eyes were hooded, her legs spread as she had her finger hooked to pull her panties aside. They were blue and she was beautiful.

“Yeah, well right now I’m addicted to your mouth. So, get to it.”

I loved how demanding she got when sex was involved. She was so easy to please. I just showed up with my dick, and Evaleen was happy.

“Do you want me to finish with my cock? You know you want it,” I taunted her but secretly it was me who wanted her.

Her fingers curled into my hair, pushing me back toward her clit. “We don’t have time, Edgar. Our last meeting is in five minutes. We catch a plane first thing in the morning, so maybe we hold off on sex until we get back.”

I sat back on my heels shocked at her restraint.

“Who are you and what have you done with my bossy, sexy Evaleen?”

“I don’t have to have sex all the time. I’m not some sort of sex robot. Besides, I was hoping to get some writing done tonight as well as a good night’s sleep.” She winked at me.

Evaleen Bechmann just used my wink-flirt move on me. Except she wasn’t flirting with me, she was telling me she wanted to be alone.

I scratched my beard. “Hmm, a sex robot you say?”

Evaleen let go of her panties and hopped off the desk, straightening her oversized black skirt.

“If you can’t be serious then we won’t talk about it.”

I stood from the office floor and adjusted my teal silk tie. “I’m not being serious? Said the woman who only seconds ago was telling me to get to it with her legs spread.”

She turned and pointed at me. “You’re the one who started it.”

I leaned against the wood desk Evaleen just got off of and chuckled. She was so easy. Deliciously easy. Every person had something that turned them on. Sometimes it took me a while to figure out what a woman liked, but with Evaleen it was effortless.

Her body shivered and she melted like butter when I gave her what she wanted. And if I did everything right, if I gave her the kind of orgasm that shattered, she cried. That’s when I knew I had her.

All I had to do to get her started was use a few choice words.

“I was just reminiscing about last night . . .”

She walked around her desk, shuffling a few papers around. “Don’t, Edgar. Don’t you dare. Your brother will be knocking on that door any minute about the meeting.”

I shrugged my shoulder and moved around the desk to stand behind her. “It might not be Jacob. Henrik could stop by.”

“Oh, now I’m going to be sick. Don’t put Payne’s image in my head. It’s bad enough I caught him. I really don’t want him catching me.”

Hold up.

“What happened to Henrik?”

Evaleen froze. Her hand in the middle of pulling open a drawer when it stopped. She turned with wide eyes.

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