One Sweet Ride
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Which made him wonder how he could maneuver it—adjust his life—so the two of them could stay together.
The lights went down and the music started. Evelyn grabbed his hand tight and didn’t let go through the entire production, which was cute and funny. He loved hearing her laugh and he enjoyed the musical because Evelyn enjoyed it so much. She talked about it nonstop on the ride back to the hotel.
“I know I’ve been going on and on since we left the theater, but did you like it?”
she asked as they rode up the elevator.
“I did. It was fun. I laughed a lot.”
She grinned. “I did, too. And the music—oh, the music was amazing. Every song was catchy and fun and the voices of the actors were tremendous. I’m so envious of their talent.”
He slid his key in and unlocked the door to their suite, then turned on the lights. He tossed his wallet on the table near the door, then turned to her. “You have many talents, Evelyn.”
“Yes, but singing isn’t one of them. I was always jealous of the choir and drama students in college. It’s something I wanted to do, but I don’t have the voice.”
He came up to her and put his arms around her. “Maybe you can sing for me sometime—in the shower—and I’ll judge you.”
She laughed. “Not a chance in hell that’s ever going to happen.”
“You don’t trust me to be unbiased?”
She laid her palms on his chest. “I wouldn’t abuse your ears that way.”
“Now I think you’re too hard on yourself.”
“And you obviously haven’t heard me sing, in the shower or elsewhere.”
He smiled at her and pulled away, then poured a liqueur for both of them from the well-stocked bar. He turned on music, a sultry R&B station that settled smoothly into her bones.
“I thought we’d have a drink on the terrace,” he said.
“That sounds nice.” She took her drink from him and followed him outside.
The night was perfect, the heat of the day eased by the cloud cover and the light breeze. Evelyn walked to the edge of the terrace and looked out over the city. “It’s even more beautiful at night.” She turned to him as he came up beside her. “Have I thanked you for bringing me here?”
“Numerous times. And I’m enjoying it as much as you are.”
She took a sip of the liqueur. “Oh, this is good. You’re spoiling me.”
He slid his hand up her back, enjoying the feel of her skin against his hand. “I like spoiling you. Usually it’s work all the time, people surrounding us, and then at the end of the day the two of us holing up in the trailer. Now what kind of treat is that for my woman? I have to get you out of there on occasion and show you a good time.”
Evelyn took a deep breath. His woman? God, he melted her panties with that statement. As if the whole day hadn’t completely taken her breath away, he had to make a comment like that and make her second-guess everything about their relationship.
She took a deep breath, then turned and leaned against the railing. “You’ve shown me beyond a good time. This has been such a surprise today, Gray. I’ve enjoyed everything about seeing New York. But the best part has been sharing it all with you.”
“I’m glad.”
She took his glass from him and laid both their drinks down on the table. Then she moved into him, sliding her palms up the lapels of his jacket, relishing the firm chest underneath her hands. He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her closer, then cupped her neck, his breath warm against her lips as he surprised her by taking her hand in his and moving around the terrace.
“Are we dancing?”
“We are. You look so gorgeous, you should be dancing.”
She tilted her head back, filled with awe and desire for this man who was making all her dreams come true. “You do realize I’m standing on the terrace of a magnificent hotel, dancing with one very hot, handsome man. I don’t think my life could get much better.”
His lips curved as he twirled her expertly around. “Well, you could be a senator right now. Or maybe the president. Then your life would be perfect.”
She laughed. “I’m living a pretty good life right now. I have no complaints.”
“Neither do I. Besides, I don’t think I’d appreciate the secret service interrupting our private time. I do like having you all to myself.” He dipped her, then kissed her, turning her world upside down.
When he righted her again, she smiled at him.
“I like that myself, and I don’t think I’m ready just yet to be president. If I were, I’d have to behave myself and I wouldn’t be able to take advantage of you.” When the song ended, she backed him in to the darkened corner of the terrace.
He cocked a brow. “Take advantage of me in what way?”
With a sly smile she slid her hands down his shirt, over his magnificent abs.
“Touching you. Outside, where someone might see us. A president would never be able to get away with doing that.”
She cupped him, measured his length with her hand as she pressed her body against his.
“Probably not, but then again, I’ve heard the secret service can be very discreet.”
“And I like my privacy. Maybe I’ll be content with the job I have. So I can have rendezvous like this.” She squeezed his c**k through his pants, loving the rapid intake of his breath as she massaged him.
In a heartbeat, he turned her around so it was her back against the wall, her body shadowed and protected. “I doubt that. You should be able to have whatever you want. In whatever way you want it.”
His voice had gone low and deep, a sensual tone that never failed to send ripples of desire through her. “Anything I want?”
“Yes.”
She met his gaze and reached for the zipper of his pants. “This is what I want, Gray.
You. Now. Like this.”
Gray brushed his hands over Evelyn’s rib cage, watching the movement of her silk dress, the way it molded to her body. He reached down and slid his hand into the slit of her dress—that teasing slit that had tormented him all night with glimpses of her sexy thigh.
He stopped—looked up at her. “That’s a garter belt,” he said.
She smiled and loosened his tie. “It might be.”
He smoothed his hand over the skin of her thigh, flicking the garter belt. “I need you na**d.”
She lifted her leg and rested it over his hip. “And I need you inside me. Right here, where I can look at New York while you make love to me.”
He sucked in a breath, his dick throbbing and hard. He dropped to his knees and circled her ankles with his fingers, tilted his head back to see Evelyn looking down at him. Everything about her turned him on tonight, from these sexy shoes to the garters and that slit in her dress, to the way she laughed unabashedly at the theater to her bold proposition to him a minute ago.
Hell, she didn’t just turn him on tonight, but every night. It didn’t matter if she was dressed up and on the town, or whether she was in shorts and a tank top in his trailer.
She was so ingrained into his life, so much a part of him, that every touch, every look, sent him into a frenzied state of desire.
He wanted her all the damn time, no matter where they were.
Especially tonight as she leaned against the wall of the terrace, her silk-clad legs smooth and sexy as he slid his hands along her calves. He felt her slight tremble as he inched his fingers under the hem of her dress. He found her panties and drew them down her legs. She held on to his shoulders as she stepped out of them, as he tucked them into his pocket.
“Souvenir?” she asked.
“Maybe.”
She took a deep breath and he lifted her foot, positioned her leg over his shoulder, and eased between her legs, raising her skirt as he did, his fingers brushing the straps of her garters.
“This is so damn hot,” he said. “I’m going to f**k you in these tonight.”
She gave him a wicked smile. “That’s the idea.”
He leaned in and brushed a kiss across her thighs, then the top of her sex, teasing her until she grabbed his hair.
“Gray. Lick me. Make me come.”
He loved that she demanded her pleasure, that whatever issues she’d had when they first met had dissipated and she could come for him anywhere, in any position.
Like here, on a rooftop terrace. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, then licked her pussy, rolling his tongue across her cl*tuntil she let out a loud moan. No one would hear her. That’s why he’d selected this suite, because it gave them complete privacy. He wanted to hear her scream into the New York night.
He laid his tongue against her and slid his fingers inside her. She was hot and oh so wet, her pu**y quivering as he finger f**ked her while he sucked the hard bud, rolling his tongue over it until she writhed against his face.
“You’re going to make me come. I’m going to come so hard, Gray.”
He wanted that, wanted her falling apart under his tongue. And when he hummed his approval, she lifted up on her toes and rocked her pelvis against his face, crying out as she came. He held on to her while she shuddered out her pleasure and he licked her up, eager to give her every second of orgasm she could get.
When her legs started to buckle, he rose and pulled her against him, taking her mouth in a kiss that was likely more about his need than hers. He had to touch her, to let his fingers dive into her hair to feel the softness there, to let his tongue tangle with hers and share with her just how damn good she tasted.
She was just as eager as he was, her hands sliding up his arms and over his shoulders, gripping him while she sucked on his tongue. His c**k tightened, a stranglehold of pain and pleasure as she moved against him.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him. He took them inside, their mouths still fused as he made his way—half blind, since he didn’t want to stop kissing her—upstairs, where he deposited her on the bed.
Hair askew, dress raised over her hips, and those gorgeous legs exposed, she looked wanton and totally fuckable.
He unbuttoned his shirt and undid his tie as he stood over the bed and looked his fill. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Evelyn stared at him with a knowing smile. “And I’m one very lucky woman.”
She got up on her knees and turned around. “Unzip me.”
He pulled the zipper down, stopping halfway to press a kiss to her back. She let the dress slip from her shoulders, revealing a cream-colored bra that did very little to contain her breasts.
And then there was the garter belt.
After Gray removed his clothes, he smoothed his hands down her legs. Most women were bare legged these days, especially in the hot summer months. In fact, he hadn’t even noticed the stockings Evelyn was wearing until he caught sight of the garter belt from the slit in her dress.
Jesus, that was hot, a lost art of seduction. The stockings were silk and under his hands, they made his balls tighten.
He laid her flat on the bed and spread her legs, stroking her thighs. “You’re a seductress in these.”
She reached for his cock. “Come over here and let me suck you.”
His stomach tumbled, and for the first time, he felt like he was being seduced instead of being the seducer. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and her hands slid over him like a silken waterfall. She snaked her tongue over the soft head of his c**k before grasping him firmly in her hands.
She looked up at him. “Have I ever told you how much I love your cock, how looking at it and touching it makes me wet?”
He drew in a shaky breath. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to know how much her words weakened him. “It makes my c**k hard to hear it. Take me in your mouth, Evelyn. I need to watch you suck me.”
Her head hung partially off the bed, her hair loose and flowing. He cradled her head in his hand and lifted her, guiding his c**k between her parted lips. The first touch of her hot, wet tongue to his sensitive head made him jerk. God, it was so good, and being able to watch her like this, on her back, her body spread out like a wicked angel, was every man’s dream.
He fed her his c**k inch by inch and she took it willingly, using her mouth and her hands to take him deep, her tongue rolling over his shaft as she explored him. He watched her throat work as he thrust forward, careful not to be too forceful, but unable to control the fierce desire that seemed to take over as her sweet mouth worked him, sucking him in and making his balls ache as he fought the need to come right then.
He swept his fingers over the cups of her bra, teasing the swells of her breasts, pulling the cups down to reveal her nipples. They were taut, tight points.
“Does sucking me make your ni**les hard, Evelyn?”
Her gaze met his and she hummed against his dick, making him close his eyes as she tightened her grip on him with her mouth and hands. He played with her nipples, brushing his thumb across them in a teasing caress, cupping the globes and giving the buds a gentle squeeze. If he was in a better position he could suck them—which he would, later. But right now all he could do was hold on, because he couldn’t fight the rising tide of his orgasm.
He straightened, holding her head in his hand, and watched as his c**k slid between her sweet lips.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he said, his voice a tight strain as he held on to what little restraint he had left.
Evelyn made eye contact, watching him as he let loose a loud groan and released, his body flooded with adrenaline as he pumped into her willing mouth. She reached up and held on to his thighs while he rocketed against her, shaking with the force of his cl**ax.
Panting, he laid his palms on the mattress while Evelyn licked his shaft and released him. When he had the strength, he turned her around so her legs dangled off the edge of the bed.