Page 45 of Elevating Eve

A blush accompanied her dazzling grin, and he suddenly wanted to get this part over as quickly as possible. He ached to be inside her.

“I believe that would be a code phrase,” she teased.

“True. And it’s something that could easily come up in conversation, which would just be confusing.”

Eve rolled her eyes, but her smile stayed firmly in place. “Whatever you say, prince charming.”

Okay, if he didn’t get on with things soon, he might end up hauling her over to the driver’s seat and fucking her here in the parking lot. “Veritas,” he said, remembering his Latin from his prep school days. “It means?—”

“Truth,” she finished for him. “I know. That’s perfect.”

“Good. Now that’s settled, I have two questions for you. First, are you doing this only because you feel obligated to help me, but deep down you’re terrified and wish you’d neveroffered?”

Before he even finished speaking, she started shaking her head. “No, that’s not how I feel at all. I want this for you, but I also want it for me. You’ll see just how much I want it when you take off my panties.” The saucy little creature winked at him. “Veritas.”

He didn’t know whether to laugh or shove her dress out of the way and finger fuck her before they went inside. With a deep breath, he forced himself to carry on with his original plan. They needed to get inside for all his deviant plans to come to fruition. “Then here’s my other question. Do you promise to use your safeword if things are too much for you?”

“Yes.” Her answer was immediate. “Ver?—”

“I know you, Eve,” he interrupted. “I know you’re going to want to keep going for my sake, no matter how you feel about it. So I need you to really think about this before you answer me.”

She started to respond, but then closed her mouth, the corners dipping down into a small frown. At least half a minute passed before she spoke again. “You’re right,” she said, her earlier levity gone. “I would do that. I’d do anything to take some of this pain away from you.”

“Truly hurting you would only make me feel worse,” he told her. “I’m not willing to push you past your limits. Not ever. I need to be able to trust you to tell me where those limits are.”

Eve nodded, understanding filling her eyes. “I promise to use my safeword if things go too far for me,” she said, truth ringing in every word. “Veritas.”

That would have to do. Killing the engine, he asked, “You ready?”

In answer, she scrambled out of the car, clearly as eager as him to get started. “California is so beautiful,” she said, eyes bright as she turned in a full circle, taking everything in. “I’ve never seen anywhere else like this outside of movies.”

“This is just southern California,” he told her, slipping around the back of the car and popping the trunk. His cock twitched at the sight of the small black suitcase. When he reached for her hand again moments later, she threaded her fingers through his, holding him tight. “Northern California is a whole different place. We should drive up the coast sometime. Stop in all my favorite spots between here and Napa.”

Warmth radiated from her eyes. “I’d love that.”

So would he. Perhaps that was a trip they could plan sooner rather than later. It intrigued him, this idea of showing her the world he used to live in. Rediscovering his past with his present—and, if he was lucky, his future—by his side.

He led her into the villa, rolling the suitcase inside and dropping the car and room keys on the small table by the door.

“Holy shit, this place is incredible,” she said in a muted, awe-filled voice, moving deeper inside as he locked the door. She passed the small kitchen and began exploring the living room, running her hands along the tops of the couch cushions as she eyed the enormous fireplace.

Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he pulled up the group chat with his mom, Maisie, and Alice. He typed up a quick message:Eve and I are staying in a hotel for the night. We’ll see you tomorrow.Before any replies could come in, he turned the phone off, dropping it on the table next to the keys.

Eve had circled around the couch, and now stood beside a small wood table inlaid with a chessboard, the pieces already set and ready to play. She picked up the white queen, rolling the carved wooden piece between her fingers. “I can’t believe this is r?—”

Chess pieces scattered as Jonathan spun her around, pushing her into the table and molding his lips to hers. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, not so much requesting entrance as demanding it. The taste of sweet white wine overwhelmed his other senses when she relinquished control to him.

With a little whimpering moan, she arched her back, pressing her body flush against his. The heat of her felt so fucking good. But not enough. Nowhere fucking close.

A growl rose out of him as he twirled her back around, pushing forward until she had to place her hands flat on the chessboard to steady herself. “Sir, I?—”

He silenced her with two swift spanks, one to either side of her ass. “Be still.”

Eve didn’t say another word as he rushed to undress her, his usual finesse and care flying out the window. The thin loop of thread attaching the tiny hook above the zipper snapped as he tried to undo it.At least one seam popped as he yanked the partially unzipped dress off her shoulders and down over her hips.

Not caring in the least, he unhooked the clasp of the lacy black bra, managing not to damage this one. The panties didn’t fare as well. He gripped them in one hand and yanked, a surge of excitement coursing through him as the sound of tearing fabric reached his ears. Her yelp only made his blood run hotter.

Pushing his hand firmly between her thighs, he cupped her pussy possessively, his thumb pressing against the tight ring of her asshole. He leaned down over her, hand squeezing. “You belong to me,” he growled in her ear. “I’m going to use you tonight. That’s what you want isn’t it? To be used? To be my whipping post, my fucktoy? For me to take everything I’m feeling out on you?”

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