Page 30 of Elevating Eve

Wow, Maisie really was his baby sister. That was one hell of an age difference.

“You grew up near San Diego,” she said, remembering a comment he made on the plane. “Not Colorado.”

“We spent most of our school vacations here,” he explained. “Now that we’re all older, we still come here every year for Thanksgiving...Christmas, too, when everyone can actually make it work. It’s hard sometimes, though. Everyone’s always so busy, and kids make everything even more challenging.” His voice had taken on a faraway, wistful tone as he studied the photo of the four children—presumably his niece and nephews.

Placing the frame carefully back on top of the bookcase, Eve turned, taking in this room again now that she had this new information. She imagined a young Jonathan and Alice chasing each other around the room, shrieking with delight while their parents tried to watch the Broncos game. Next came the teenaged Jonathan and Alice sprawled on the brown-upholstered sectional, watching TV and eating chips while a preschool-aged Maisie bugged them to play with her.

She pictured everyone in the photo gathered around the pool table, laughing and teasing each other as they made terrible shots. Last of all, Jonathan as he was now and his mother—a woman with wheat blond hair and kind brown eyes—sitting in the corner putting together a puzzle in comfortable silence.

The images flashed through her mind one after the other like a slideshow, bringing tears to her eyes. This place had obviously been filled with so much love. It made her chest ache with longing to see her own dad one more time. He would’ve loved it here.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Facing him, she lifted her handsto his face, loving the feel of his light stubble against her skin. “It means a lot to me that you trust me with a place that’s so important to you.”

He placed his hands over hers, sliding them down to his neck. Then he took her face between his hands, kissing her slowly, taking his time, as if he wanted to memorize the feel of her tongue against his.

When at last he pulled away, it took her several seconds to remember how to open her eyes. He was like a drug, fogging her brain, making her feel almost disconnected from her body.

She wanted as much of him as she could possibly get.

“Do you want to see my favorite room?”

Not trusting her tongue to form words properly, she nodded, letting him lead her toward the stairs. Up they climbed, all the way to the third floor, which only had a single door. As soon as he pushed it open, sunlight streamed through from the row of tall windows on the far wall.

“Oh, wow,” she said, taking in the single room that made up this floor. “It reminds me of the study at the Manor.” Floor-to-ceiling bookcases lined most walls, the wood stained a dark brown. A large antique desk and rolling chair sat in one corner. In the center of the room, a brown leather loveseat and four overstuffed armchairs had been arranged in a circle with reading lamps at the corners of the space.

The only difference was the books. At the Manor, the shelves were lined with expensive, leather-bound volumes, obviously chosen for looks more than subject matter. But this place looked to be as well stocked as any indie bookstore, with a colorful variety of paperbacks and hardcovers filling every shelf. Spines were bent and dustjackets torn. Mismatched bookmarks stuck out of several of the volumes—books someone intended to finish on a later visit but hadn’t yet gotten around to.

“I had Aiden model the study on this room,” Jonathan admitted. “A little piece of home, even though I was so far away.”

She walked over to the wall of windows. “You’re far more sentimental than I ever would’ve guessed,” she said, smiling as she looked outside. Sunlight streamed through the rare holes in the canopy, hitting the forest floor in occasional patches. It looked like a place out of afairy tale.

With a self-conscious chuckle, he said, “Don’t be too impressed. Every single one of us has fucked our fair share of guests in that room.”

Laughing, she turned to face him. “Yeah, that kind of kills the home-sweet-home vibe a little bit.” Good lord, he looked delicious. Even after a day of travelling, he looked ready to walk down a runway, his suit immaculate, every strand of hair in place. She cocked her head to one side. “You in the mood to desecrate this version of the room, too?”

Heat flashed in his eyes.

Eve and Jonathan started moving at the exact same time, colliding in the center of the room, mouths crushing together, hands grasping.

Gripping her ass in both hands, Jonathan lifted her, supporting her weight as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He didn’t break the kiss for even a moment as he strode over to the desk, lowering her onto the surface. A pile of books tumbled loudly onto the floor, but they both ignored it.

“I want to see you,” she said, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, their breath mingling. “All of you.”

She’d seen him naked once before, when she watched him with a guest out by the pool. But he hadn’t been hers then. She wanted to touch him, learn every single inch of him.

When she started tugging at his tie, his hands wrapped around her wrists, stopping her. “If you want me naked,” he said, a delicious edge to his voice, “you’re going to have to earn it.”

Digging her heels into his ass, she pushed him into her, grinding herself against the bulge of his cock. “Please, Sir?”

Jonathan drew in a sharp breath, but his eyes remained determined. Burying a hand in her hair, he pulled hard enough to make her gasp. “Naughty little girls get punished.” He bent to kiss and lick his way along her arched throat. “Is that what you want?” he murmured against her skin.

“No, Sir.” The words came out with an involuntary moan.

“Then be good.” Releasing her, he walked around the desk, sitting in the leather rolling chair with his legs spread wide. He watched her with hooded eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “Take off your clothes for me. If you want to see all of me, I’m going to see all of you first.”

The command in his tone made her empty pussy clenchwith need. Breath coming a little too fast, she started to strip, gripping the hem of her emerald-green shirt and lifting it slowly up over her head.

“Mmm,” Jonathan said, appreciation dripping from the sound. “I love your skin. So flawless. It makes me want to mark every inch of you.”

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