Page 12 of Space Crush
Evan’s shoulders rise and fall in exasperation, his fingers still inside me as Frank Sinatra croons “Fly Me to the Moon.”
After a moment, his phone, which sounds like it’s tucked into his back pocket, goes silent.
“Sorry about that.” His fingers rub my sensitized flesh.
“Mmmm.” My body, still humming, tightens around him.
But just as he moves to kiss me, Frank starts up again. Sighing, Evan brushes his lips to my temple before using his free hand to grab his phone. “Hell?—”
“Mitchell!”
Rearing back, Evan’s fingers leave me, my sound of dismay drowned out as the man on the other end of Evan’s call continues to shout. “You better have a damn good reason for abandoning meandthe SAFER pack at the entrance to the moon bounce.”
“Fuck, the jet pack.” As if about to run his hands over his face, he raises his hand, pausing when he notices it glistening. Throwing me a sly look, he sticks the fingers that were inside me into his mouth, licking them clean.
I swallow back another whimper.
“Sorry, Andy. I?—”
“Sorry my ass.”
I hear children’s laughter in the background.
“I grabbed the SAFER, so that’s fine, but get your ass over here with more astronaut ice cream or I swear to God there’s going to be a riot.”
Evan nods. “Of course. Be there in five.” Tossing the phone beside me on the desk, he drops his hands to his hips and sighs. “I need to go save Andy.”
“I heard.” I smile at the sight of him—fully dressed, erect, an unenthusiastic expression on his face.
Hearing the laughter in my voice, he casts me a playful glare before bracing his hands on either side of me. “But you and I aren’t done.”
I drop my eyes at the hard-on straining against his jeans.
He shakes his head. “No, not that.” He pauses, his grin turning sheepish. “I mean, notnotthat.” Pushing off the desk, he adjusts his jeans as if trying to make himself more comfortable. “But I want to take you out. After I run over an emergency, riot-ending supply of freeze-dried ice cream.”
I nod, my orgasm making me feel very agreeable. “Okay then.”
“Good.” He gives me a hard peck on the forehead. “Be back in ten.”
Five minutes later,I’ve managed to readjust my bra and panties to their rightful place and change out of Evan’s cherished blue coveralls and into the gray ones.
Evan’s phone, which he left on his desk, buzzes with notifications.
Ignoring it, I examine the blue jumpsuit, checking that my wearing it hadn’t caused any damage and learning more about Evan’s job.
You had me at heavy machinery safety recertification.
I snort, remembering his words.
Placing the—thankfully unharmed—coveralls back in the file drawer, I pause, remembering what else Evan had said.There’s been no one.
I should’ve asked him about the woman I saw. But he looked so sincere, and the moment had been so good and I’d been so very aware of him that I hadn’t wanted to ruin it.
More buzzing.
Worried that his phone lighting up like it’s Christmas might mean there’s another problem besides a low supply of freeze-dried treats, I turn it over. Text boxes pop up on the screen.
Pat is interested. Swipe right to agree to meet.
