Page 14 of This I Promise

I moan and nod, trying to rock against his hand, but he holds me down with his forearm, teasing me mercilessly. My pussy clenches, my orgasm building and threatening to explode.

Evan chuckles and withdraws his fingers. I whine at the sudden emptiness until I feel the tip of his hard cock pressing against my core. “Ready for me, baby?”

“I need you,” I gasp, and he slides himself inside me. Inch by slow, delicious inch.

Once he’s fully seated, we both groan in unison. “Goddamn,” he grunts, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from slamming into me too hard. “Always so fucking tight.”

I whimper and my fingertips dig into his flesh as he starts to move. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as impatience takes over any sense of self-preservation we might have had. Panting and moaning fill the room, alongside the slap of our skin, as Evan slams into me relentlessly. The more I stifle my sounds, the wetter I get, and soon it’s a lost cause.

He pulls out and lifts me off the table, the cold air against my heated skin sending goose bumps up my arms as he spins me around and bends me over. Then he slides back inside me with one swift thrust that has me crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He doesn’t stop, though; instead, he grips my hips and starts fucking me even harder. My hands ball into fists on the polished wooden surface as we move together.

“Fuck,” he groans, his breathing ragged in my ear. “I’m so close...”

“Me too,” I moan, my nails clawing at nothing as I feel my orgasm barreling toward me.

With a final, hard thrust, Evan buries himself deep inside me, filling me with his hot cum as we both fall apart. Hecollapses over my back, his chest heaving against me while we catch our breaths.

“That was...” I start to say, but Evan places a finger over my lips.

“Shh,” he whispers with a smirk. “I’m not done with you yet.”

8

ABBY

At almost eight months pregnant, I have to make some tough decisions regarding my future very soon. Eventually, I’ll have to go back to my cozy little apartment, but I’m not looking forward to it. I love my place, but it doesn’t feel the same now that I’ve been staying with Evan for a while.

His condo is bigger and in a better neighborhood, and we’ve already filled the spare bedroom with baby stuff. Whenever I ask him about moving some things over to my apartment, he changes the subject, like he doesn’t want to talk about it. At the same time, we can’t wait until the baby comes, and I know I can’t stay here forever. Not now, not when I’ve fallen in love with him.

Yes, I admit it, and I know it’s stupid.

What the hell was I thinking? I knew this would happen as soon as we slept together, but I denied the whole thing if only to keep Cici from saying:I told you so.

Being in love with my best friend is terrifying. If he doesn’t feel the same way—and he hasn’t said a single word to make me think otherwise—then I’m headed toward one hell of a heartbreak. One so big it’ll destroy everything we have because,regardless of what we said and promised, I don’t think I can watch him being with anyone else.

I’m not sure I trust what I’m feeling right now either, though, which is why I haven’t said anything. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was in love with another man, a man I thought was perfect and the answer to all my dating prayers. We see how well that turned out, so obviously my judgement is somewhat questionable. And maybe I’m only attracted to Evan because I hate the thought of raising my baby alone.

Ugh, why couldn’t Davis just be a decent guy?

I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear the quiet chime of the doorbell when a new customer walks into the store. It’s just me and my boss here today, so I’m polishing the glass display cases while Jill checks on a new shipment in the back. My head is down while I mutter to myself when a male figure in my peripheral startles me. I stand upright, but I’m frozen in place when a set of familiar blue eyes that I haven’t seen in months stare back at me.

What the hell is he doing here?

My mouth gapes open when he stalks toward me with an arrogant smile plastered on his face. He looks the same as I remember, dressed in a tailored suit and a crisp shirt with a well-trimmed beard and a confident swagger. Yet the coldness in his eyes that he leveled me with the last time we spoke is replaced with something else, something that hints at regret and sadness. Surely, I’m mistaken, as I doubt he feels an ounce of remorse for any of his actions.

“Abby.” My name sounds smooth as silk when he comes to a stop in front of me. His gaze drifts to my very-pregnant belly, and he lifts a hand as if he’s going to touch it. I take a small step back and move out of his reach.

“Davis. Why are you here?” I hiss, unable to keep the disdain out of my voice. Technically, he’s a customer and I shouldn’t beso rude, but no way I’m going to be polite after what he did to me.

He offers me a tentative smile, but I don’t trust it. I don’t trusthim. “Can we talk?”

“Maybe you should’ve called instead of showing up at my job!”

Davis sighs. “We need to have this conversation in person. I went by your place a few times, but you were never home.”

I purse my lips and wait for him to get to the point. I’m not going to tell him I’ve been living with Evan, because it’s none of his business and he doesn’t deserve to know. “What do you want, Davis?”

He steps in my direction but doesn’t reach for me again. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, looking contrite. “I know I was an asshole to you, and it’s been tearing me up inside. I hate that I hurt you.”

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