Page 13 of Engaging Evelyn (Blissful Bets)

The bed shifted as he moved down. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, lightly biting and pulling it toward him. A cry escaped Evelyn’s throat and she couldn’t stop her fingers from sinking into his hair, bringing him closer against her breast. Suction drew her deeper into his mouth until she thought she would scream.

Their nude bodies sliding against each other was electrifying. Every pore on Evelyn tingled with awareness. Fucking was one thing. Yes, you had foreplay, but not like this. He was intentionally making sure that she enjoyed everything he was doing.

Brandon moved his lips down, searing a path of fire between her ribs until he reached her lower stomach. Evelyn wiggled and moaned under his nibbling. His hands spread her thighs wide to make room for him to position his lips over her folds.

The first lick to her clit made her jump. She was so sensitive that the pleasure was almost painful. He used the wetness of his tongue to trace her, separating her, easing her apart to gain him entrance.

Feeling impatient, Evelyn twisted to look down at him. All she could see was dark hair haloed against his pale face. His golden eyes penetrated hers while he tortured her by sliding his lips back over her clit. The moment he sucked her into his mouth, Evelyn’s upper body came off the bed.

“Fuck…please, you have to fuck me.”

His head shook no, which caused his mouth to tug her pussy back and forth against the suction. Evelyn collapsed onto the bed, moaning. She had forgotten they were “making love.” Right.

She cut off her thoughts before they took over. This was a game. She would have to remember that. It was her personal bet, nothing more. Yes, she was going to be intimate, but that was it, nothing more. Feelings would not be established here tonight. She’d make sure of that.

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Brandon began to plunge his tongue deeply inside of her. The taste was enough to keep him intoxicated. She tasted so pure, so sweet that he couldn’t get enough. Possessiveness prodded at him while he tried to push the emotion away. He wasn’t possessive about anyone. If he was going to do his job, he couldn’t very well fall for her, too. Taylor had made her out to be cold, and cruel. Although he could see where Taylor might think that, he wasn’t so sure that was the real her.

Evelyn’s hips arched to take in more. While he continued to thrust with his tongue, he added two fingers, licking her juices off while he teased them into her. The orgasm sent spasms over her limbs and left her gasping for air as tremors shook her.

Brandon stood and opened his bedside drawer. Heavy-lidded eyes stared over at him, widening as they took in his body. Damn, that look was going to haunt his dreams. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

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Evelyn noticed how close his cock was. Still lightheaded from her orgasm, she lifted her head and rested it in his lap. Captivated, she took his thick cock in her hand. Placing her lips around the thick tip, she traced her tongue around his width in circles. Peppermint mixed with his salty pre-come enveloped her. Did he bath in this stuff? She didn’t care. She wanted to drown in it, to take in as much as she possibly could.

Brandon groaned above her, stroking her hair while she plunged more of his length deeper inside of her mouth.

“Evelyn,” he whispered.

Faster, she stroked his cock, with her hand meeting her mouth. Nothing was going to put an end to what she was doing. Submissive or not, he wasn’t going to stop her from tasting him.

Evelyn’s mind went frantic with thoughts of him trying to prevent her. She didn’t ever want to stop. Something possessed her and drove her forward. Using her hand, she stroked faster and took him in deeper. He was so close. She could taste it, could feel him growing thicker under her palm.

“Evelyn, you have to stop,” he said, his voice stressed.

Brandon tried pulling back, but she sucked harder, impossibly taking in more. “Evelyn, I’m serious, you have to stop now, or else…”

She cradled his sac, pushing up a fraction yet massaging it at the same time. Fingers gripped tighter in her hair, and then she felt it. Brandon shuddered, and she knew it was time. Something loud snapped the moment his come poured into her mouth. She took her time to swallow, letting herself memorize and bask in this exact flavor.

“Holy shit. You didn’t stop…”

Evelyn looked up at him. Tense, he still had his fingers wrapped in her hair. His other hand was on the nightstand, a now-broken nightstand. Evelyn’s jaw dropped.

“How did you do that?” she asked, bewildered. Something wasn’t right with him. His eyes were a lighter gold, almost yellow, and with the wood snapping, plus his knowing everything earlier with the smells, something wasn’t adding up. The uncertainty teased her thoughts before she could push them away.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

Brandon looked confused, like he truly didn’t know what she was talking about. Her eyes traveled to the nightstand again and then back to his eyes. Taking in her gaze, he followed it to the table. He looked at her just as shocked as she felt. It was as though he didn’t recall snapping the wood into pieces.

“I think I should go.” Evelyn heard the cautiousness in her voice. A very large part of her didn’t want to know what was going on. She just wanted to escape back to her apartment.

“No, don’t go, please. Give me one night. That’s all I ask, please.”

He got quiet for a few seconds while she studied his face. The pull of his eyes had her shaking her head back and forth. It diminished within seconds. Should she do this? Would one night be okay? Surely she was overreacting about these stupid fears. He was strong, so what.

She thought his plea over and wasn’t sure why, but she nodded. Brandon lifted her up onto the dark blue pillows and covered her body with his.

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