Evvie clutched my dress shirt, pulling me closer.
Grabbing both of her wrists, I pinned them behind her back and watched her pupils dilate. She was submissive through and through and it made me ache for her.
Pushing her back against the counter, I ground into her.
She gasped, spreading her legs and tilted her head back.
My cock was hard, thick and so damn needy for her, it pressed against her lower stomach. Before she could shove me away, I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss.
Evvie opened to me, taking my tongue deep into her mouth.
I groaned, the kiss becoming hotter and frantic. I needed inside her. I wanted to shove my cock so deep in her pussy, she gasped for air. I was desperate as I took control of the kiss that left me weak in the knees.
My free hand traveled up the back of her leg and under her skirt before reaching the firm flesh of her ass. Lifting her onto the counter, I broke the kiss, staring down into her lust-filled eyes.
Evvie wrapped her thighs around me, bringing my mouth back down on hers and sucked my bottom lip between her teeth.
A growl rumbled from my chest.
Releasing her wrists, I trailed my hands up her hips to her panties and ripped them off of her with a rough tug. I could feel the heat coming off of her, enveloping me in a blanket of peace.
Wanting to see just how far I could go, I broke the kiss and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. Fisting her hair, I tugged her head back.
A wicked smile formed on my face but before I could take it further, she pushed me away. I raised an eyebrow.
She spun on her heel, almost losing her balance and met my gaze. Letting her eyes roam down my body, they stopped at my waist. Her cheeks reddened. Licking her lips, she grabbed the bottle off the counter and took a swig. “I’m getting drunk with or without you, lover boy.”
Pulling the bottle of tequila off the counter, I took a step toward her when she headed out onto the dance floor. I had no idea what she was doing but this woman brought out a different side to me. It had been years since I let my control go and got drunk. A part of me trusted her. The part that needed a carefree partner. Someone who I could be myself with.
Evvie pulled a chair to the middle of the wooden area and waited for me. She pointed to the chair. “Sit.”
I raised an eyebrow and took a swig of the dark brown liquid. “Why?”
She made her way to the DJ booth, sashaying her hips. “You asked me if I like to dance.” She looked up when I didn’t respond.
I did as I was told, for now, and sat in the chair. Placing the bottle on the floor beside me, I ran my hands down my legs. I didn’t like being told what to do. Even though this woman wasn’t like the demons invading my mind, it still didn’t sit well with me.
Evvie grinned and turned on the soundboard, slowly cranking up the volume to a hard, sensual beat.
She grabbed the bottle and took a couple of steps toward me before stopping.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
She smirked. “I’m only getting started, Brett.”
“Are you now?”
“Yes. I won’t stop until I get shit-faced.” She took a breath and swallowed back another swig from the bottle before she met my gaze. “I want to lose control.”
“What else?” I asked, my voice coming out husky.
She licked her lips and slowly closed the distance between us. “I want to do things I wouldn’t dare do sober.”
My nostrils flared, my gaze taking her in as she stood a foot away. “You already have.”
“Maybe so.” She stepped between my legs and leaned down, her mouth mere inches from mine. “But I want more.”
Evvie took a step back, slowly moving her hips to the beat of the music flowing around us. She kicked off her shoes and headed to where I was sitting.
Much to my surprise, she turned and lowered to my lap without actually sitting on me. Her hips moved back and forth to the beat of the music just above my crotch. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
I held back for the moment, not wanting to interrupt this little show, but the longer she danced, the more impatient I became.
Evvie placed her hands on my knees, grinding her ass into my crotch. “Lover boy?”
Just when she thought she was in full control, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard. Fisting my hand in her hair, I tugged her head back and sunk my teeth into the side of her neck.
She gasped, continuing to rub herself against me. “My ass makes your cock hard.”
I grabbed the bottle of tequila off the floor and brought it to her lips.
She swallowed the amber liquid, a low moan escaping the back of her throat.
Bringing it up to my mouth, I took a long swig before placing it back on the ground.
“Brett, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll always remember me.”
She was right. I would always remember her because I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. She was mine.
Before she knew what was happening, I lifted her off of me and carried her to one of the booths. Bending her over the bench, I hiked her skirt up to her hips and landed a hard swat on her ass.
She yelped, jumping beneath me.
I did it again.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
My palm burned.
Evvie moaned, pushing into the swing of my hand.
She chewed her bottom lip but she didn’t say anything. Smart girl.
“I let you play your game but now it’s my turn,” I crooned, grazing my teeth over the back of her neck.
She panted, waiting. Anticipation built around us. All of our senses mixed with the alcohol increased the passion that flowed from her into me. The power of lust and hunger seeped through my blood as she submitted beneath me.
“I’m going to take you how I want you,” I growled, pushing into her ass. “You won’t stop me, will you?”
She shook her head and gave me what I wanted.
Her submission.
I SAT ON the couch, watching, waiting. After taking Evvie hard out on the dance floor area, we had stumbled back to my office.
She stood a few feet away. Her blonde curls were a mess, her clothes wrinkled and unkempt from my rough touch, but what I noticed most was the hunger in her gaze. I took her, and I took her hard, but already she wanted me again. She had a sexual appetite I had never seen before. Her body was made for me.
I pointed to the floor. “Kneel.”
She complied willingly.
“Now crawl toward me,” I demanded, wrapping a hand around my cock.
Her eyes darkened, her tongue peeking out to lick along her bottom lip.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, my voice rough.
She nodded, her dark gaze zeroing in on my crotch.
“Good. Come here and suck me off.”
She grinned, crawling my way and replacing my hand with her own. Kissing the tip of my dick, she licked down the veiny length before swallowing me to the back of her throat.
My hips bucked, a hot shiver racing down my spine at the wet heat of her mouth. “So fucking good.”
She moaned, humming around me.
After a couple strokes and licks from her tongue, my balls tightened. Before I could come down her throat, I pushed her back. “Come up here and ride me.”
“Hmm…” She cupped my balls, giving them a light squeeze. “You want me again?”
“Fuck yes.” I placed a hard peck on her mouth. “Now .”
Evvie smirked and rose to her feet. She swayed, shook herself, and headed to my desk.
“What are you doing?” I frowned, my dick twitching at the lack of contact from her sweet body.
Evvie rummaged through the drawers until a slow grin spread on her face. She held up a pair of scissors. “I want you to cut my clothes off of me.”
A drop of pre-cum slipped from the tip of my dick at her words. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to do.
“Brett?” Her cheeks reddened even more and she looked away.
I stood, stalking toward her. “Turn around and place your hands against the wall. Stick your ass out for me.”
Her pupils dilated and she did as she was told.
I moved behind her, grabbed the scissors and fisted her hair with my other hand. “You want to submit to me. You want me to take you out of that head of yours and curb every sexual fantasy you have.”
“Yes,” she whispered, pushing back into me.
“What else do you want?” I growled, lifting her skirt to her hips.
“You. All of you.” She leaned her head against my shoulder, shaking against me.
“Don’t move, Evvie.” I lowered to my knees behind her, grazing my lips up the back of her thigh. Grabbing a hold of her skirt, I sliced the scissors through it, letting the fabric fall off in pieces around me. “Spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, looking down at me over her shoulder. “Brett.”
“Shut up,” I demanded, giving her ass a light swat.
She inhaled a sharp breath, her eyes darkening even more.
Brushing my nose up the back of her leg, I ran it just beneath the cheek of her ass to the spot she wanted me most. I inhaled, taking in the sweet scent that made up this woman shaking above me.
Kneading my hands into the flesh of her rear, I spread her open and swiped my tongue from her clit to her dripping core.
She moaned, bucking against my face.
I grinned, gave her cunt another lick, and rose to my full height behind her.
Evvie frowned, clearly wanting more than what I gave her.
“Anticipation, lover,” I whispered, wrapping my hand around her throat. Beating my cock against the flesh of her ass, I thrust deep inside her.
She cried out, her pussy clenching down around me.
When I didn’t move, she struggled, pushing against me.
I chuckled, leaned back, and landed a hard swat on her ass.
“Brett, please move,” she whimpered, sliding her body down the length of me.
I groaned, needing everything this woman had to give me and more. So much more.
Instead of listening to her like a good little boy, I brushed the tip of the scissors up her spine before cutting the shirt off of her trembling body, leaving her completely and utterly naked.
“So fucking beautiful,” I said, running my fingers down her spine.
“Please, I can’t…” She gasped, shaking her head. “I need you to move.”
Running my hands up her torso, I cupped her breasts and sunk my teeth into the back of her neck. I began moving my hips, thrusting hard, thrusting deep, forcing screams and moans to leave her mouth. I didn’t let up. I only went faster and rougher.
“Come for me, Evvie. Come all over my cock.”
My head was cloudy from the alcohol. The only thing I could focus on was this woman begging me to fuck her how I wanted. And I did. Hard .
HOLY SHIT, MY head hurt. It had been a long time since I was this hungover. My body ached, my muscles protesting every time I breathed.
Evvie stirred beside me, a low groan leaving her mouth.
Although I felt like shit, the night before was worth it.
After I cut her clothes off and fucked her like a savage beast, we finally passed out on the floor beside the couch.
No matter how many times Evvie and I had sex, I couldn’t get enough of her. She gave just as much as I did, if not more so. I had never met a woman who wanted me like she did.
We had finished the bottle of tequila after I took her against the wall, fucked again, and passed out an hour later. I was surprised I was able to perform as well as I did with all the alcohol I drank.
Evvie curled against me, pushing her ass into my crotch.
My dick stirred.
Clearly, alcohol didn’t matter.
I wrapped my arm tighter around her, pulling her against me, and cupping her breast. It fit perfectly in my hand. Brushing my thumb back and forth over the erect nipple, I savored the shiver that trembled through her.
Evvie lifted her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Shit.”
I chuckled.
She looked down at me, a soft smile splaying on her face.
“Morning.”
That smile grew. “Morning.”
“How are you feeling?” I asked her, enjoying the just fucked glow reddening her cheeks.
She stood up and looked around the room. “Like hell.” She scrubbed a hand down her face. “You?”
I rose to my feet and handed her my dress shirt. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
She laughed and slid the material over her naked body.
That beast inside of me stirred at seeing her wearing my shirt. “Do you remember everything from last night?”
Her cheeks turned darker as she did up the buttons. “I think so.” She frowned. “Did we use condoms?”
“No.” And I loved every moment of it.
“You didn’t freak out this time.”
Ah. So, she had noticed. “I enjoy the feeling of you wrapped around me.”
“Do you remember everything from last night?”
I made a point of letting my gaze roam down her body, the dress shirt barely covering her ass. “I do.”
“I’m…” She swallowed. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
My heart jumped over her concern for me but what this sweet girl didn’t know was that I was worried I had hurt her . I had been holding back but the alcohol only let my inhibitions fly and I couldn’t control my actions.
I closed the distance between us and brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. “You didn’t hurt me.”
She grabbed my hand, linking our fingers and sighed. “Well I was a little rough.”
Pulling her into my arms, I brushed her hair off her forehead. “I like it rough.” I kissed her nose. “You know that.”
She sighed.
“Do you have plans today?”
She lifted her head and looked up at me. “Coffee and a shower. Sleep too would be good. You?”
I kissed her knuckles and released her before pulling on my jacket. “I need to figure out what the hell Mathis wants,” I mumbled. I had completely forgotten about him since all of my thoughts had been focused on the woman standing before me. For whatever reason, both he and Claire had left me alone. It made wonder if he had talked to her like he said he would if I agreed to work for him.
She nodded and looked around the dim office. “Where are my clothes?”
I chuckled. “Uh…I cut them off of you.”
Her eyes widened. “You did what?”
I smirked and ran a hand through my hair. “After fucking you in the booth, we came in here and you demanded that I cut your clothes off.” My body vibrated. “Hottest fucking thing a woman has ever said to me.”
She shook her head, clearing her throat. “Well I guess I need a new uniform then.”
“I was going to get you a new one anyways.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“The beginning of the night, you bent over, showing me your panties, remember?” My voice came out a little rougher than I would have liked but I didn’t enjoy being teased. Not when other eyes were on her. If we were alone? I wouldn’t have cared so much and just fucked the sass out of her. But when those bastards at the bar were checking her out and eye fucking her, it didn’t sit well with me.
“I was frustrated with you.”
“Oh, I know,” I grumbled. “That’s why I’m getting you pants to wear.”
“Excuse me?”
My gaze met hers before I took a step toward her. “The skirt is too short.”
She narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. “You can’t tell me what to wear.”
A smug smile formed on my face. “Yes. I can.” And I would.
She huffed. “Just because you’re jealous of every man that looks at me doesn’t mean you can control what I wear. What do you expect
me to do? Wear a snowsuit to work? Or a garbage bag, Brett?”
I closed the distance between us and cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head. “Whatever works, lover.”
She pushed me and glared. “You don’t own me.”
My jaw clenched, my mouth set in a firm line as I met her glare head-on. “Are you fucking anyone else?”
Her mouth fell open. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“Answer the question,” I growled.
“No, are you?”
I shook my head. “No. Do you remember the things you said to me last night?”
Her cheeks reddened. “Yes.”
I grinned and took a step toward her as she backed up to the wall. Placing a hand on either side of her head, I caged her in. “You started dancing for me. You begged me. You demanded me to fuck you hard.”
“I was drunk.”
Brushing my lips along the side of her neck. I inhaled. “You still smell like me,” I said, my voice lowering.
“Brett,” she whimpered.
“You weren’t drunk a week ago.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
I lifted my head, my eyes boring into hers. “So, what are you telling me?”
“I’m telling you that you don’t own me.”
I smirked. “Oh lover, I own you more than you think.”
“Like hell you do.”
Wrapping a hand around her throat, I pushed her up against the wall. It took everything in me not to shove my cock deep inside her until she admitted that I did own her.
Evvie gasped.
“Has a man ever made you wet just from words?” I asked, grazing my teeth along the length of her jaw.
She chewed her bottom lip. “No.”
“Didn’t think so.”
She pushed me, frowning. “You’re way too smug for your own good.”
I winked and grabbed her hand, placing a light kiss on her knuckles. “If I didn’t feel like ass, I’d bend you over right now and fuck the shit out of you, showing you just how much I do in fact own you.”
She pulled out of my grasp. “Just because you make me feel good doesn’t mean you own me.”
“Right, Evvie. Keep telling yourself that,” I said, opening the door.