Page 60 of Whiskey and Regret
“You did that on purpose!” I shoved him and he flashed me a Cheshire cat grin. I hated how handsome he was. That angled jaw and dark facial hair with those lips. Ugh.
My pussy wanted to throw a fucking tantrum.
“I did.” He licked his lips way more enthusiastically than he had to. “Let me know when you’re ready to hand that pussy over to me.” He went to the counter and started making a cup of coffee while I stood on wobbly legs ready to pull my hair into a bun, take off my earrings and fight him.
“You’re an asshole, Evander.”
“Yup.”
I glared at his strong back and watched his muscles flex beneath expensive fabric. I wanted to feel his mouth on me again. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me.
I clenched my teeth and flared my nostrils. He knew I’d want more, and he was right. I was gluttonous when it came to pleasure.
“Fine,” I gritted out.
“I’m sorry, Miss Lucas. I don’t understand. Care to clarify?” He threw on his buttoned-up senator voice to inch a little further under my skin.
“You know what I’m trying to say, Evander. Don’t be a dick.”
“Ah, yeah…sorry.” He glanced at his watch then stirred cream into his coffee. Just enough to turn it a deep mahogany color. He took a sip then walked over to me, mug still in hand. He pushed his hand between my legs dipped inside of me for a brief moment, electrifying me, then pulling away. He dipped his wet finger into the coffee mug and stirred it before cleaning his finger. “Needed more cream” He winked.
Pretty sure I died on the kitchen floor and was currently a spirit floating in the mist.
He picked up his briefcase from a chair at the island and said, “I’m gonna be late if I don’t head out now. You have a good day. I’ll see you when I get home.” His long legs carried him out of the kitchen while I stood there, fixed to my spot by stubbornness.
When I heard him unlock the front door, I nearly lost it. Was he seriously going to walk out of the house without yielding to me? Without fucking me like we both wanted?
He was a goddamn mule.
My unsteady legs carried me out of the kitchen and down the hall until I nearly crashed into Evander in the foyer. His towering frame was leaning against the front door. His long legs crossed at the ankles.
He knew I’d come running.
He fuckingknew.
You’re not as hard to read as you think…
His words from last night burned my ears.
“I can’t stand you. You’re so fucking arrogant. You think I’m supposed to do whatever you say because you have amazing dick…and tongue? You think I’ll be your little live-in slut and do whatever you want?” I shoved him and he sighed heavily, putting his hands in his pockets. “Oh, am I boring you, Evander? Don’t you have to go to work?” He stared at me, indifferent. “You are a fucking piece of work!” I tossed my hand in the air for emphasis.
Silence coated us, and the air around us. There wasn’t a thing not touched by the blaring quiet. In my mind, I hurled every curse word and insult at him but I knew I wouldn’t let him walk out of the house without letting him claim me.
I reached out and grabbed his wrist, latching on.
“It’s your pussy, Evander.” Something hot sizzled through my core. A crooked smile lifted one side of his mouth. He was on me in the next second. He’d turned into the wolf.
The wall trembled when he backed me against the front door. “I thought I was going to have to withhold dick from you.”
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I know when to obey.”
“That’s good. Obedience looks good on you but so does disobedience.” He pulled back enough to wink at me before unbuttoning his suit jacket and freeing his big dick. I let out a low hum at the sight of it. Strong, thick, and, veiny.
When he lifted me off the floor, my legs wrapped around him, and he positioned me so that he could slip inside. Once our bodies lined up, he bounced me on his cock with no struggle.
The slippery friction had me drowning in erotic moans. “Oh, Evander. Fuck me!”
“I’ll fuck you like this every night as long as you behave. Now, tell me how much you want this,” he demanded.
