Page 5 of Accepted Precedent
Through a string of expletives, Evie’s legs shake and her pussy flutters around my fingers as she comes for me. I continue tasting and teasing her until I’ve taken every last drop, waiting for her breathing to slow before I pull away. I drag my fingers from her, then greedily suck the last of her sweet release from them, making my cock harder than steel. Evelyn’s eyes flutter open, and as I move to sit next to her, a gorgeous, lazy smile paints her face.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever get enough of her and I have no fucking clue how I’m going to pretend tonight never happened when we wake up in the morning. The thought of her never leaving skates across my mind, but I quickly brush it away. “The minute we’re inside, you’re coating my beard again.”
“Fuck,” Andrew groans, gripping his cock through his trousers.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, and I press my lips together to stifle a laugh.
“He’s fine, angel. We’re almost to the house. But if there’s a mess, I expect you to clean it up.”
“A mess?” Evie’s brows pinch, but as realization settles in, her eyes widen. “Did he…”
“Shut up,” he huffs. “That was hot as fuck. So, yeah, I fucking came in my damn pants listening to him groan as he ate you.”
Evelyn’s cheeks turn a beautiful shade of crimson. “You did not.”
“He absolutely did.”
We pull into the underground garage, and as we park, I send a message to my security team to make themselves scarce. I grab her jeans and shoes, passing them to Andrew. She’s about toprotest, but I explain, “You’re not going to need them the rest of the night. Now, let’s get you inside; you have a mess to clean up.”
Chapter 3
Andrew
I’ve been close with Evelyn for years. We became fast friends, and never once did either of us cross this line. There were a few times I considered it, but was too afraid of losing my best friend. In a matter of minutes, Mickey convinced her this is a good idea.
It’s not.
We’ve already taken it too far.
Mick brings Evie into the house over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, swatting her bare ass every time she insists he let her go. He sets her on the kitchen counter, and the word spills from my lips without a second thought, “Filibuster.” They both freeze, and all eyes are on me. “I can’t do this. I thought I could, but I can’t. If you two want to sleep together without me, no hard feelings—sex is just sex. But Evie, you’re my best friend. I’m already struggling with what tomorrow looks like, and we haven’t done anything more than kiss.” She hops off the counter and prowls toward me, not bothering to cover her pretty pink pussy. The confidence she exudes is powerful and intimidating. “What are you doing?”
Evelyn doesn’t stop until her arms are wrapped around my middle. “I’m sorry, Andy.” I envelop her in mine and breathe in her sweet citrus and floral shampoo, kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”
“I love you too, babe,” I whisper, grateful she understands.
Mickey slides up behind me and kisses my neck as he massages my shoulders. “As fun as it would be to have the two of you tonight, nothing is more important to me than your comfort. If you two get married, you’ll need to appear as if you’re in love while in public—but that’s just for show. Here, in my home, there’s no performance. Your friendship is too important, and honesty is necessary if this is going to work.”
“He’s right,” she sighs against me. “I love you too much to ruin our friendship because of sex.”
“Both of you, upstairs,” Mick demands as he releases me. “Take a long, hot shower. Together or separately, your choice. I’ll be up in a minute.”
“I don’t have anything to wear,” Evie winces, searching for her jeans and shoes.
“I’ll take care of it,” he insists, and I slide Evelyn’s hand into mine to guide her upstairs.
After a few moments, I risk asking, “Will you stay the night with me?”
“Of course. I’m sorry we took things too far tonight.”
“If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me.” I roughly rake my hand through my hair. “I love Mick, and I was so caught up in the disappointment that we can’t be together for years, I wasn’t thinking straight.” When Mickey wants something, I find myselfblindly going along with it, but can’t bring myself to admit it out loud.
Evelyn stops us in our tracks and I skid to a stop. “We’re going to make you the next Senator of Maryland, and once you’re in office, we’ll get divorced and you two can be together.”
“It isn’t that simple; this isn’t a game of musical chairs. I’m also worried about how we want different things. He wants the American dream—a house with a white picket fence, a bunch of kids, a dog that terrorizes the mail courier…”
“And you don’t want that?”
“No,” I sigh, continuing to lead her to Mickey’s room. “You know I don’t want kids, but if I marry Mickey, he’ll probably convince me that we’re ready to be parents.”
