Page 127 of Whiskey and Regret
“When I’m ready?” I smirked. “So you’re already there. You’re just waiting on me?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.
“What makes you think I’m not already ready?” I poked his sculpted chest and he laughed a little.
“You might be ready but I want you to experience life without being married. You need that.”
“I don’t disagree.” I studied his dark brown eyes. “You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?” I locked onto him with an incredulous gaze. It made him tip his head back and let out a deep rumbling laugh.
“Get rid of you? I don’t think that’s even possible. No. I’m not getting rid of you and I never said I was. I just want your dreams to have a space to live and breathe before we get married.”
“I want that too,” I told him touching the side of his face. “I love you more than I think I’ve ever loved any pair of shoes or handbag. I love you more than I love Sunshine,” I said quietly. A flicker of shock crossed his eyes. My lips curved into a smile.
“Wow. I feel like you just proposed to me after hearing that,” he joked. I shoved him a little then laughed.
“Shut up.” I sucked my teeth. “I want to see where Sunshine takes me though. I could finally get a seat on the philharmonic. I could become a renowned harpist. I have no idea, but I want to experience it while I’m Xari Lucas. I want to stand on my own accomplishments first. Then I want to settle down with you and have all the babies.”
Evander hooked his arm around my waist then took his free hand and poked the tip of his finger into my dimples. “I’m in full agreement. I think I want the same thing,” he told me. We moved up the steps and into what had quickly become our bedroom.
“You want to follow your dreams?” I asked. He’d accepted the publishing deal from Bright House under a pseudonym, but I was worried he wouldn’t leave the senate once his term was up.
“Isn’t that what we’ve talked about since the meeting with Nicki?”
“It is but I didn’t think you were ready to decide on the senate yet.”
“My decision was made the day I left the family mediator’s office. I’m over this politics shit. It’s not fulfilling.”
“Oh?” I pulled off my shirt and walked into the closet in only a pair of shorts. “What’s fulfilling to you now, Senator? Because when I first got here you were all about morning workouts and nights at the office, signing bills and having meetings.” We’d both come so far it was amazing we were still the same people. Evander followed me into the closet with laughter on his lips.
“That was lifetimes ago. Now that I’ve met this little light who burned her way into my world, I’ve changed the way I see things.” He pulled his hand along the rack of clothes I snuck into his generous walk-in closet then stopped on the white Armani dress. “Wear this one,” he said, plucking the hanger from the rack. “You’re already a flame.” His hands slid down my curves. “Your perfect body in this dress is going to be white-hot.” I already felt the heat creeping up the back of my neck and settling on the tops of my shoulders like a blanket.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and looked up at Evander, my eyes were hooded with desire. I made no qualms about hiding it. “Wait until your parents are gone,” he smirked.
“Or we could just fuck nowandwhen my parents leave,” I offered.
“Or you could just behaveandfollow directions.”
“And when the fuck have I ever done that, Evander?” I pushed my lips to the side and stared at him.
“When I make you. Now, get dressed and come see me. I have a present for you.” That was enough to kick my ass into high gear. I put on the Armani dress and picked out a pair of cobalt blue Louboutin heels. I looked in the full-length mirror and messed with my curls until they were tame and framing my face.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Evander looked at me for a long while before saying anything. Then he finally opened his mouth. “If you’re a good girl, then you won’t have any panties on under that dress.” I watched him grip his growing cock through his gray slacks and my knees wobbled. In his other hand was a smallish black box with a white bow on top.
I wanted to know what was in the box more than I wanted to be a smart ass and fight him like I normally did. So, I lifted my dress and showed him that I indeed wasn’t wearing any panties. We both liked it better that way.
Evander motioned for me to come to him with his pointer finger and I was there in an instant. His hand smoothed over my ass while he squeezed his dick through his pants. Why was he making me wait until my parents left? I didn’t want to. I wanted my dick when I wanted it. I hated being told to wait.
“Stop pouting. You’ll get dick later. If you’re a good girl for me. Now, get your pretty ass over my knee.”
“Over your knee? Evander, is this going to wrinkle my dress?”
“Maybe. You’ll still be fine as fuck though so bend the hell over before I make you.” His voice got all growly and my insides turned to mush. He sat the black box on the bed and tugged me down over his knee by my wrist. A small yelp escaped me but I stayed put. Excitement and anticipation thrummed through my body. “I got you something, Xari.
“I see,” I said, wrestling with the steel-winged butterflies in my stomach. He opened the box and nestled inside a white satin cushion was a stainless-steel butt plug and a bottle of lube. “Oh my god, Evander!” I laughed loudly. My cheeks flushed from the thought of him putting that gleaming steel plug inside of me.
“I want you to keep this in while we have dinner.”
“With my parents!” I blinked.
