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“Let me,” she said, replacing his hand with hers, then dropped to her knees. And just like he did, there was no teasing and no games—she took him in her mouth, swallowing him whole in one motion.

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned roughly and that was all the encouragement she needed.

Evie gripped the base harder and moved her hand up along the shaft as her mouth descended. Impossibly, he grew even larger.

Using the flat of her tongue she skimmed the head and then traced the vein before taking him again. His fingers fisted in her hair and gently tightened as he pumped into her mouth. He wasn’t aggressive, being careful to let her set the pace, eventhough she could tell he wanted to push all the way in. So she stretched her mouth as wide as it would go and took as much of him as she could.

She felt powerful, alive, like all her cylinders were firing at once.

His hands cupped her jaw and he began to pull out. “I’m about to come very quickly if you keep that up.”

“I know,” was all she said, then looking up at him through her lashes, took him again.

As if realizing what was about to happen, he said, “Christ, sunshine,” and she felt him tighten inside her mouth.

She squeezed her lips as firmly as she could around him and rode out the pumps he was thrusting her way.

She found a rhythm that was somewhere between sex-crazed and sex-kitten—a rhythm that seemed to be his undoing. Because the next time she flattened her tongue and drew him in, his hands fisted at his sides as if he were too amped to touch her.

“Evelyn.” Her name tore from his throat and his head fell back as he tightened and then exploded in her mouth. She took everything he had to give until his orgasm ended and his body was limp.

She released him and looked up to find him looking back with an expression on his face that made her belly flip. An expression that she didn’t want to read into.

“Evelyn,” he said again, this time a gentle whisper as he cupped her face and brought her to her feet, placing the tenderest of kisses on her lips. Then he pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him.

“Perfect,” he said against her lips and kissed her again. She wasn’t certain how long they sat there like that, her on his lap, his hands gently stroking down her spine, kissing like they were teenagers. But she was certain that it was as close to perfect as it could be.

And that couldnotbe allowed to continue.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jonah

“That’s three for three,” Jonah said, feeling a little full of himself.

“It was the treats, wasn’t it?” Evie asked. She was sitting in the break room at Grinder with her laptop opened, a stack of spreadsheets covering the table.

“I feel like Willy Wonka has moved into my house.”

“I went big-girl potty,” Waverly said, proudly running to Evie and putting her hands in the air.

Evie lifted her onto her lap and snuggled her into her arms. The picture it made caused something in his chest to pinch painfully.

“You must be so proud of yourself. I know I am.” Evie pressed a kiss to Waverly’s fine hair, which was secured into two uneven pigtails. But the hair was up and out of her face, her bows were matching, and she’d actually used a big-person toilet.

He’d take the win.

“I wants cookie,” Waverly demanded, all innocent and mischievously.

“By the chocolate lipliner, my guess is you already ate your cookie,” Evie said. Her eyes met Jonah’s over his daughter’s head and—bam—it was like a sledgehammer to the chest. Every detail of the other day came rushing back. And not just the naked part. It was the way she had felt in his arms and how her lips had melded against his as they’d kissed for the better part of an hour. They’d kissed until his legs went numb and his lips were swollen from her playful little nips. They’d kissed until they’d heard a car pull into the drive and then they’d laughed as he’d struggled to get back into his shorts with a raging hard-on and sneak out the back door.

He’d actually had to hop the fence like some horny teen boy who’d snuck into his girlfriend’s bedroom late at night. Only she wasn’t his girlfriend, not his real one, and he needed to remember that. Especially in these moments when the feelings were connected to his kids—who she was great with, by the way.

“She had two,” Jonah said, and Evie laughed.

“Sucker.”

“You said make it rain chocolate. I’m making it rain and getting results. She hasn’t been sent home from school once this week,” Jonah said.

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