Page 20 of Engaging Evelyn (Blissful Bets)

Her head nodded as if somehow she already knew this. “It was a pleasure meeting you,

Bill.”

Faster than she could blink, he bound across the bed and was hovering above her, He

pulled her beneath his now fully nude body. Tightness made her nipples tingle at the thought of his chest pressed up against hers.

“Let me have you again before I leave, please.” His lips were hovering so close to hers.

All she would have to do was lean forward the tiniest fraction of an inch and their lips would touch.

“One more question.”

She looked into his eyes. Now, as they were filled with emotion, it was hard not to get lost in them.

“Ask anything, just let me have you.” Bill breathed into her face. Mint wasn’t anywhere near invigorating as peppermint.

“Do you act this way with all women? What is it about me that you like?”

He looked away from her eyes. Something that looked like raw pain filled his features. She knew that expression all too well. Her heart went out to him. “Tell me,” she whispered, using her fingertips to make him face her again.

“Grace, she was my wife. You look so much like her. I can’t help it, I’m sorry. I just miss her. I understand if you want to leave now.”

“What happened to her?” Evelyn prayed that she hadn’t passed away. That would make her feel like the biggest monster in the world. Yes, it was wrong to pity people, but she could see the amount of pain he held inside. She knew that pain, and she wanted to take it away.

“Grace divorced me. Said I worked too much and she needed someone who was there more. I travel a lot. She’s already remarried…”

Evelyn’s heart broke for him. The softness of her lips brushed against his. “I’ll give you this because I know how it feels for your heart to break, but remember one thing. I’m doing this for your desire, your companionship. I’m not your wife. I want your eyes open and on me as much as possible.”

It made no sense what she was doing. He wanted to fuck her because she reminded him of his wife, yet Evelyn wanted him to know it was her. Great going, Evelyn, you make great fucking sense.

“Did Julie make you come?” She couldn’t help but ask. Damn, her voice was going out again.

He shook his head no. That had surprised her. Julie did have dark hair. Maybe the blond

highlights threw off the appeal. Oh well, fuck it. Who was she to judge? Didn’t she search for pieces of Stephen in other men?

Wrapping her fingers in his baby-fine curls, she pulled his lips to hers. They were so soft, yet firm. Bill still felt tense. Evelyn let her tongue brush across his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. His groan pushed through her throat, and the weight of his chest finally settled against her.

True to his word, Bill was watching her, just as she told him to. Never before had she tried kissing someone with her eyes open. Evelyn wasn’t sure she liked it so much. It was way too intimate for her at the moment. For some reason, it felt right kissing Brandon, and knowing it was him. Knowing she was kissing the man lying on top of her just wasn’t the same.

“Take my clothes off, Bill.”

He obeyed, easing them off at a slow pace and tracing her body with his fingertips. She let him run them up the insides of her legs until he lowered his head against her pussy. Evelyn moaned, feeling him separate her folds with the pads of his thumbs.

The first lick was slow and gentle, from her opening to her clit. He moved back down, inserted his tongue inside of her, and moved it in a circular motion.

Evelyn buried her fingers in his hair. The moans poured out of her while he began to thrust his tongue, putting pressure on her clit at the same time. With a near silent scream, she pulled him up to her lips and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, she felt him groan all the way into her chest.

Not wanting to take her eyes from him, she reached for her purse. Protection was something she was never without. She was always safe. The purse fell over, its contents spilling all over the small table and the floor. Evelyn felt the package, reached for it, and opened it as fast as she could. His cock rested heavily on her lower stomach. Wetness from his excitement let her know he was ready.

Evelyn slid the condom on him and felt him plunge inside of her. The majority of the time, she was on top. She liked the control, but today, she let him lead. This was, after all, for him.

Bill stared into her eyes, never looking away from her face. She almost wished she hadn’t asked him. Once again, things felt way too personal.

The length of his cock surged deeper at his increased pace. A moan came out at her when he hit her sensitive spot. Evelyn wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his back, not scratching but definitely leaving indentions. She could feel herself grasp around him at the pressure building.

Evelyn’s tightness was being pulled with every slight withdrawal of his cock. It was sending little currents to her core, pushing her closer to the moment that her orgasm would explode and she would lose complete control.

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