Page 18 of Silver Fox's Twin Babies

He entered me slowly, his thick girth filling me like he’d never left. I whimpered as he claimed me. He was always so considerate, so gentle and passionate. It was one of the many things I missed about him. His hands roamed my body, caressing every inch of me as he moved in and out, picking up speed with each thrust.

“God, Evan,” I moaned. His name spilling from my lips felt so good. His thrusts were deep and powerful, working us both to the brink. I arched my back and cried out as my orgasm hit me hard and fast. My nails dug into his shoulders and I clung to him for dear life as the aftershocks pulsated through my body. Every touch felt electrified, every breath was hot and heavy.

When he slowed to pace himself, his lips captured mine again. The kiss hadn’t cooled off at all. If anything, he’d gotten hungrier. Evan’s lips trailed down my neck to my breasts while his hands continued groping me. He knew exactly what buttons to push to make me moan louder and arch into him more. He was relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

As he backed away, leaving a wake of fire as he went, I gently pushed his shoulders. I wanted more. It felt like the achebetween my legs could never be quenched. He kissed across my navel and spread my thighs, and I hissed the instant his tongue drew over my mound.

I gripped the couch cushions as he continued teasing me. His tongue flicked against my clit and I moaned his name. He picked up the pace, lapping at me, sucking on my most sensitive spot until I was groaning his name again and again. A second orgasm washed over me when he slid two fingers into my body, crashing through me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t stop the convulsions and twitches even if I wanted to.

It was incredible. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. My body pulsed with pleasure and need in even doses. He worked my pussy until I was a quivering ball, on the edge of a third climax, and then he pulled away. It left me whimpering and reaching for his head to pull it back between my thighs.

Evan stood up and helped me flip over onto all fours. I knelt on the cushions and draped my upper body over the back of the couch. He positioned himself behind me and slid into me from that angle.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as he began pumping in and out of me. His grip on my hips was like steel, and he tilted his hips so that each thrust hit that one spot inside me. I knew it wouldn’t take long to get there again if he kept this up. I clung to the couch as each thrust made me whimper.

“God, you feel incredible. I could do this all night…”

His words were cut off as he slammed into me hard, making us both moan. His pace picked up and the couch rocked against the wall with our intensity. I knew this wasn’t going to last long. He gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him, and picked up his pace even more. The friction of his pubic bone against my clit had me so close I could taste it.

“Evan … oh God … I’m …”

My voice trailed off as my third orgasm washed over me. My entire body tensed and waves of pleasure struck, leaving me a quivering mess on the couch. Evan’s fingers dug into my hips as he pumped into me a few more times before growling out his own release.

Together we rode out our orgasms. His lasted less than half the length of mine, but he continued pumping into me, letting me draw every ounce of pleasure I could from his body. Then he pulled out and pushed his fingers back into me, thrusting in time with my jerks and twitches. When I was sated and limp over the back of the couch, he smacked my ass hard and chuckled.

“Looks like we need more wine,” he said, and I felt him place a kiss on my lower back.

I moaned and grinned, then let my body fall to the side as his sex drained out of me. “I’ll be right back.”

Listening to him walk away I tried to savor the moment, but I couldn’t. Tears welled up and I blinked them away, though a few did escape. He was so incredible and I was such a fool. Present-day me hated past me for keeping the secret that I was having his baby. I thought I was doing the right thing, and now I knew I had made a mistake. It wasn’t as easy as just telling him though. It would blow up in my face. He would be so hurt. How many things had he missed out on that he could never get back? Things I got to enjoy.

“You okay?” he asked as he returned with a fresh bottle of wine. He stood there and filled up our glasses and I stubbornly nodded at him. I couldn’t tell him. Not after that.

“Yeah, just tired and emotional. Probably the wine.” He offered me a glass and I took it knowing I shouldn’t.

“Looks like you’re sleeping over then…” He sank onto the couch next to me and set the bottle on the table.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I did. I wanted to so desperately. I wanted to get lost in this sensation of beingwanted and pursued, but my damn fear just kept holding me back.

“I’m not sure …”

“Here…” Evan reached for my phone. “Send your sitter a message that you’ll be home first thing in the morning. You said she told you to have a good night.” He handed me my phone and I remembered the emojis Shelby sent.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, grinning.

My better judgment flew out the window the instant his smirk appeared. I sent Shelby a message letting her know I was sleeping over. She replied with an eggplant, a taco, and a fire emoji, and I snickered and showed Evan.

“Ah, see, even your friend gets how badly I’ve missed you.” He took my phone and placed it on the table, then put the glass of wine in my hands again. “Now drink. We have a long night ahead of us.”

A long night where I prayed to God in heaven that I didn’t let my secret slip and ruin everything. I needed to talk to Jacob. I needed a way out of this that didn’t hurt Evan. It might not be possible to salvage any spark we had going, but I knew in my gut I had to tell him.

Just … not tonight.

12

EVAN

Jacob’s desk felt larger than mine, intimidating at times. I chewed on the end of a pencil while I waited for Amber to come in for our meeting. We had a few things to go over for this week, and after this weekend I wanted to feel her out. She’d left Saturday morning before I even got the chance to make her breakfast. The note she left told me she was taking an Uber to her car because the twins needed her. I couldn’t fault her. She was a mother, after all.

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