Page 51 of Love and Loathing

“Rebound flings?”

Is that what she thought? He let out an annoyed breath and would have turned back to the chopping board, but she caught his jaw in her hand and guided him back to her mouth.

“I enjoy it, too,” she said and kissed him again.

He gave in. It was all madness. Couldn’t work. But he wanted her too much to care. Their kiss deepened, desire blazing through him at the touch of her tongue, chasing it with his own, tipping her head back, hand in her hair. He stopped, breathing hard, eyes closed, forehead against hers.

“How are you feeling?”

“OK.”

“We’ll wait until tomorrow.”

She reached down, rubbed her palm down the ridge where he pressed against his fly. “I’m OK enough. I know we can’t have sex, but we can still—”

He covered her hand with his own, pressed it harder against him. “If you’re OK enough for this, then we can have sex.”

“But…”

“Evie, you already know I’m a man happy to get his hands dirty. Go and get in the shower. I’ll give you two minutes to get ready.”

She hesitated, cheeks flushed.

“Go on,” he commanded, taking her shoulders and turning her towards the door. “Or I’ll get you ready myself.”

She left, and he waited, hands gripping the counter edge, a flicker of excitement adding to his thumping arousal as he heard the shower go on. Surely that was two minutes…

When he got there, Evie was wet and naked under the streaming water. It was a walk-in shower, no glass screen between them. He looked at her as he undressed, every inch of her, from the bare feet to the blue eyes, guarded with nervous excitement.

He stepped under the water, walked her backwards with his hands on her hips until she bumped up against the side. He slid his hand straight between her legs, watching her face—the way she tensed, then loosened, shoulders dropping, eyes fluttering shut as her breathing deepened and her head tipped back against the shower wall.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

Then he kissed her, still fingering her, slow and deep, feeling her relax around his fingers and open up. When she was ready, he slid his cock inside her instead, hands cupping her ass, lifting her, with her back against the shower wall, her legs around his hips.

He rocked into her, neither of them saying anything. Her head was tipped back, her eyes closed, body loose and passive as he held her, fucked her, watching her face, listening to every moan, seeing the water track down her breasts. Slow, but hard, deep, until her legs tightened around him and her face was buried in his neck as she shook around him, whimpering.

He put her down, turned her around, placed her palms on the wall and took her from behind, finishing quickly with a curse as the release tore through him. He already wanted her again. It wasn’t enough. He kissed her and kissed her, still neither of them speaking, the water cascading unheeded around them.

She stayed the night, slept in his bed. He dressed for work, watching her stir drowsily under the covers, opening her eyes a crack and smiling at him as he stood, tying his tie, summoning the will to leave. She was already asleep again by the time he left the flat.

It was ten AM when his stepmother called.

“You have a girlfriend! Everyone knows except me.”

“Hello Priya,” Aubrey said. She was his father’s second wife, and he and his brothers loved her dearly. She had married her father when Aubrey was twenty and far too old to start calling this new womanMum.

“Someone from work, they said?”

“Not quite.”

“A lawyer?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Priya was a lawyer. Aubrey’s father was a lawyer. Both his brothers were lawyers, and his half-sister wanted to become one. The Ford family often forgot other types of jobs existed.

“Bring her next week! Asha’s birthday. You haven’t forgotten?”

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