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Her body spasms as she cries out my name. Her cunt tightens around me, forcing my own release, and a feeling of pure ecstasy consumes me as I empty inside her.
“Jesus,” I groan, breathless. My cock pulses, filling her pussy and my gaze locks on hers. Her lips part as she smiles up at me. With her flushed cheeks, sated, content look, legs still in the air and my hand around her throat, she’s never looked more beautiful.
In that moment, something strange happens to me. My chest tightens, all my air lodges in my throat, and I feel like I can’t breathe. Am I having a heart attack? Maybe. I don’t feel like myself right now.
I pull out of her quickly, stumbling back and head to the bathroom without a word. Anais calls my name, but I ignore her.
Because something just happened.
An out of body experience or a temporary moment of insanity. Either would explain it.
Whatever it was, it’s something I don’t want the girl in my bed to see.
Because, without a doubt in my mind, I know it’s something she’s been waiting years to witness.
And I’ll be damned if I give her the satisfaction right now.
Chapter 36
Anais
I’m not sure what happened last night, but something changed.
Evan was…off. Distant. After what was easily the best sex of my life, he didn’t kick me out of his apartment, but he might as well have. He took a quick shower, pulled on some sweats, mumbled something about me getting sleep while he worked, and disappeared into his home office. It was a lie.
This morning, I found him sleeping on the leather couch in his office. It confirmed what I already knew. He was putting distance between us.
I don’t overthink it, don’t dwell on it. Don’t let it sting. Instead, I get dressed.
A quick glance at the wrinkled dress from last night on the floor, I know it’s way too revealing, too tight, for the early morning streets of New York. But I need to get out of here… My gaze shifts to Evan’s closet. Without hesitation, I cross the bedroom and take a crisp white shirt from a hanger. I pull my dress on, then slip his shirt on over it.
I tiptoe through his penthouse, quietly retrieving my purse and heels. I’m nearly out of here, my fingers hitting the elevator call button when his deep timbre stops me dead in my tracks.
“Where are you going?”
A shiver runs down my spine, and my heart pounds in my chest. I squeeze my eyes shut as his rough gravelly voice washes over me. My stomach tightens. Surely, it’s not normal to be affected by someone like this. Inhaling a slow, steadying breath, I open my eyes, clearing any trace of vulnerability on my face, and turn to face him.
“I need to get home. I have plans with Lana.” I lie, desperate to get out of here. I feel vulnerable after last night, surely he understands my need for space. I didn’t expect spooning, but he could have at least slept in the bed with me.
His sharp gaze narrows, scanning every inch of my body covered in his shirt. His eyes drop to my bare legs, pausing where the hem of his shirt skims my thighs. His jaw tightens. He sighs, running a hand through his dark, messy hair. “You’re not going anywhere dressed like that. Give me ten minutes, I’ll take you.”
I groan, “There’s really no need. I can grab a cab–”
“There’s not a chance in hell you’re getting in a cab dressed like that, Anais,” he cuts me off. “Now make yourself a coffee. I’ll shower, then take you home.” His words leave no room for argument. I nod in acquiescence, padding to the sleek kitchen as he disappears down the hall to his bedroom. I glance around his penthouse, taking in his space. A smirk curves at my lips. Everything is immaculate. Not a single thing is out of place. Just like his office, his apartment is organized, clean… clinical?
Truthfully, I didn’t expect anything else.
My gaze shifts to his bedroom door, cheeks heating as the memories of the way he touched me,ownedme, flood back. The way he wrapped his hand around my throat, pinned me to the bed and fucked me like I was the air he needed to breathe.
Arousal pools low in my stomach. My heart hammers in my chest. One beat. Two. Three…
I could go to him. Walk down that hall, strip out of his shirt, step into that shower and take back some control. One step forward and I almost do it. But the fear of rejection stops me. I nibble my bottom lip, thinking. It doesn’t take long.
Screw it. Thissituationshipdoesn’t get to all be on Evan’s terms.
Placing my purse and shoes on a stool, I head down the hall, unbuttoning his shirt as I go and tossing it down on his bedroom floor. I smirk, knowing he’ll hate the mess I’m making. I peel the tight dress off, throwing it down beside the shirt, then slide my thong down my legs. The sound of the shower draws my attention, and I swallow down the nerves threatening to take over. I inhale a deep breath, sashaying into the bathroom like I own the place.
My steps falter when my eyes lock with Evan, standing under the spray. He stares at me, naked, hard, stroking himself slowly, as if he expected me to join him.
