Page 58 of The Proximity Effect

“Is that so?” His voice had dropped to a low, gravelly tone that made my insides turn to liquid. “Care to demonstrate?”

“Well, first you form a hypothesis...” I pressed a kiss to his jaw. “You test it several times...” My lips found his neck. “And then you analyze the results...”

He gripped my hips as he backed me up against the shelving unit and kicked the door shut. “And what’s your hypothesis, Chef?”

“That you’re wearing too many clothes for scientific analysis.”

His laugh was cut off when I pulled his mouth down to mine. His kiss was hungry, and I melted into it. My hands found their way under his shirt, tracing the planes of his stomach as he pressed me harder against the shelves.

His fingers brushed over my nipple. “We should probably lock the door.”

“Mmhmm.” I made no move to stop kissing him or lock the door. “Definitely. Any second now.”

The thought of getting caught sent a thrill coursing through me. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and I rubbed against him, the friction driving me wild. His hands were everywhere, exploring my body with a fervor that matched my own.

“You like that, don’t you?” He nipped at my neck. “The thought of someone walking in and seeing us like this?”

I moaned in response, my hands sliding down to cup him through his jeans. He was hard and throbbing beneath my touch. “Yes. It’s... exciting.”

“You’re a naughty one, aren’t you, Tessa?” His hand slipped into my pants, his fingers wasting no time sliding between my legs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

I gasped as he slid a finger inside me. “Evan!”

“That’s it, say my name.” He added another finger and pumped them in and out of me. “I want to hear you scream it when I make you come.”

His words turned me on even more, and the tension built in my core, the promise of release just out of reach. “More,” I begged, my voice barely recognizable. “Please, more.”

He complied, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with just the right amount of pressure. “You want more?” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “Wait until tonight. Wait until we’re all with you, worshiping this gorgeous body.”

I bucked my hips against his hand, his words sending a fresh wave of desire crashing over me. I could picture Archer, Liam, Evan, and me, tangled together in a writhing mass of limbs. “Tell me how.” I wanted every delicious detail of how he envisioned things going.

A strangled groan left his throat. “There are so many things I want… I want Archer to fuck that sweet mouth of yours… or these tits. Would you like that?”

I bit back a groan and nodded.

“And you’d be riding Liam’s cock so he hits you in just the right spot.” His fingers brushed over my G-spot. “And me? I’ll be right here, watching, waiting for my turn to taste you, to fuck you, to make you scream my name.”

His words were pushing me closer to the edge, the dirty promises painting a vivid picture in my mind.

“And when you think you can’t take any more...” His fingers moved faster, the delicious friction building to an almost unbearable intensity. “We’ll switch. Liam will take your mouth, his hands tangled in your hair as you drive him wild. Archer will fuck that tight pussy. And me? I’ll be behind you, spreading those gorgeous cheeks and sliding into your ass, claiming every inch of you.”

I whimpered, my body trembling at the thought of all three of them. My inner muscles spasmed around his fingers, my body already begging for the release he promised. I could almost feel it—the heat, the intensity, the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded and filled by them. It was too much, yet not enough. My mouth opened, a silent plea for air, for sanity, for the climax that hovered out of reach.

“Or would you like two cocks in this cunt? I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Two cocks sliding in and out. The press of Archer’s piercings against this spot right here.” He crooked his fingers, sliding right along my G-spot.

My orgasm rolled through me, and I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my screams, my nails digging into his back.

He rode out my orgasm with me, his fingers slowing their pace but not stopping completely. “That’s it, let it all out.”

As the last of my tremors subsided, I sagged against him. Evan withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. It made a fresh spark of desire ignite within me.

I reached for his cock, and he caught my wrist gently, bringing my hand up to kiss my palm. “Tonight we’ll make that fantasy a reality.”

I nodded, still breathless from my orgasm. “You’re going to walk around with that in your pants?”

He adjusted himself before giving me one last kiss and stepping back. “I like to be tortured. Just know that every time you look at me today, I’ll be thinking about tonight and all the things we’re going to do to you.”

I shivered at the promise in his words, my body already aching for more. As I straightened my clothes and opened the door, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation.

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