“You could never be a one-night to me, Eve.” He gently brings my hands to his mouth and presses a soft kiss on the back of each one.
I open my mouth to speak because I feel like I should say something right now, but my brain stops working.What was he saying?
“I know I have a reputation, and when I first saw you… well… But I have had monogamous relationships.”
I nod, unsure if I believe him. He was built like a god, had the swagger of an old movie star, and had the looks to boot.Was he saying he only wants me?My mind is clouded with confusion, preventing me from stringing together coherent sentences.
I step past him into the shower water, waving my hand for him to join. His face softens, and he smiles as he joins me. His lips crash down on mine, his hands running down my back until they reach my ass, each hand cupping a cheek, pulling me close to his hard cock.
My hands take advantage of this time and caress the hardness of his body. His kisses intensify just as his hand lowers to my pussy. He rubs my clit at a slow, steady pace. My legs quiver and I let out a loud gasp, bringing a broad smile to his face.
“I fucking love how your pussy feels,” he whispers in my ear, his other hand grabbing my breast and rubbing my nipple between his thumb and finger. I push his head down, and he takes the hint quickly. His mouth sucks on my nipple while he rubs the other one with his hand. He stays like that for a few seconds, then stands up, his face filled with a mischievous grin.
His hands drift down to my waist, and he gently turns me around. One arm wraps around my boobs, playing with a nipple, while the other quickly and confidently rubs my clit.
My moans can’t be silenced. His rhythm and intensity make me feel ready to come again.
His lower hand gently tilts me forward, and he lowers his body, the tip of his hard cock teasing the opening of my pussy. I was in no mood to be teased. I move my pelvis back and take all of him in. He lets out a slow moan, maybe surprised I took control.
“How do you want it?” he pants.
“Hard.” I place both hands on the shower wall and wait for him to give me what I want. He doesn’t disappoint. He thrusts into me fast and hard, making it difficult not to slip on the wet tile. He moved his arm to just under my boobs to get a good grip on me, his other hand still working my clit, his cock pounding the fuck out of my pussy.
My moans escalate each time he pulls back, waiting for him to return with more force. My legs shake, and I know I’m close.Oh God, please keep going till I come…
I feel myself let go, just as he does. I fall forward against the wall for support, my lungs gasping for as much air as they can get. His head rests on my shoulder, his arms wrapping around me, holding on.
“That pussy is only mine,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Eve?”
Holy fuck!I turn my head to him. “Yes, sir.”
12
ASH
Eve's curves and her loud moans infiltrate my thoughts all morning. I needed to spend time on this presentation for the new club today, but all I could think about was her taste still on my face, and her tardiness.
My phone buzzes. I flip it over, hoping to see a text from Eve to see why she wasn't in the office yet. Instead, it's another fucking text from Sasha. We've been done for three years. Why the fuck does she keep reaching out?
Sasha:I need to talk to you, Ash, sooner rather than later.
I wasn't wasting any of my time on her. She'll soon get the hint.
I pick up the desk phone and buzz the front desk. "Stella, has Ms. Stone come in yet?"
"No, sir."
"Can you send her to my office when she does?" I don't wait for her reply before ending the conversation.
I look at my call log. I've already called her seven times this morning with no answer. "Where are you, Eve?"
I try to focus on the mountain of files on my desk. I was unprepared for this meeting; these people weren't to be messed with. But my mind stays on Eve. Why wasn't she replying?Shit, now I can’t concentrate.
With one swipe of my arm, I clear everything off my desk. While that felt good in the moment, I've just fucked myself over more. I grab my phone and call Eve again, only for it to ring and go to her voicemail.
I text her, for the fourth time.
Me:Call me, or I'll come find you.