Page 68 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

I quietly toe open the door to Eve’s room, her sweet coconut scent wafting around me. Once inside, I push it closed but don’t let it click shut. Jake’s working the closing shift for Rylee tonight, and Eve should be home any minute now. Which means we get a few hours alone. This week has been busy. We haven’t had more than a few minutes to see each other, let alone talk about our Jake plan. Any spare time I’ve had has been filled with looking at apartments.

Recently, I started a few freelance drawing projects. I found a freelance marketplace online for creators to open a landing page and upload a portfolio. Within an hour, I had a customer commission a drawing from me. I figured any extra money I can get now will help later. I throw myself onto her bed and kick my feet up. Leaning against the headboard, I link my hands behind my head. On her nightstand, something familiar catches my eye. Reaching over, I grab the paperback. It’s the same one she was reading while we were driving back from Tennessee. A bookmark sticks out of the top. I slide my finger over the edge until I reach the spot she left off and start reading. Bookshave never been my thing, but after a few paragraphs, I’m fully immersed in the story.

“What are you doing?”

The suddenness of Eve’s voice startles me, sending the book flying from my grasp to hit the floor with a resounding thud. “Nothing,” I spit out. Heat creeps up my neck. Shit. How long have I been reading? I never heard her come into the house, let alone push open the door.

A teasing smile flirts on her lips. “Are you reading my book?”

“No.” I shake my head, adjusting myself to sit up on the bed. “Not anymore,” I mutter. “How long have you been standing there?”

“About a minute.” She saunters into the room and to the side of the bed before bending over and collecting the book off the floor. “Did you pick up where I left off, or did you start from the beginning?” Her thumb flips through the pages like a Rolodex, a smirk on her plump pink lips.

“Wherever you had your bookmark.”

Her gaze meets mine. A glint of lust shimmers in her irises. “So the scene where the assistant sneaks under her boss’s desk without him knowing.” She shoves the bookmark between the pages and sets it on the nightstand. Her fingers grip my knees and move me to the edge of the bed, and I willingly follow her lead. Slowly, she pushes my knees apart while she stares at me through her lashes. As she drops to her knees, her hands glide up my thighs. Her hooded gaze lifts to mine, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Her pupils fully dilate as an inferno of heat burns behind them. I don’t know where this is going, but I’m fully invested in finding out.

“Well, since you read ahead, you’ll have to tell me everything that happens.”

Fuck. I bite my lips together. The scene I read was hot as hell. While I was reading it, I imagined Eve doing the same exactthing. I won’t lie, my dick got a little hard. And now she wants me to describe the scene. I clear my throat. “Like you said, the assistant sneaks into her boss’s office and under his desk. She waits for him to come in, and when he does, he takes a seat in his chair.”

Still kneeling on the floor, hands at her sides, she peers up at me. Her voice is soft and seductive, like dripping honey. “And then what happens?”

I swallow. Hard. “He still doesn’t know she’s there, so he picks up the phone and makes a phone call. That’s when he feels her hands slide up his thighs.”

Her hands softly glide up and down my thighs, over my jeans.

Oh shit. Is she going to act out the scene? My dick twitches, knowing how the scene ends.

“Then what happens?”

“He quickly glances down,” I drop my gaze to Eve, “and notices it’s his assistant under his desk. She licks her lips, and her hands continue to slide up to the waistband of his slacks.” My heart rate spikes as her hands do the same.

“Grab the book and read it to me.” She nods toward the nightstand, a salacious smile gracing her lips.

I reach over and pick up the book. I open it up at the bookmarked spot and start reading at the top of the page. “I lean back in my chair as her dainty fingers work to pop the button of my slacks. The other line picks up. ‘Mr. Olsen. I’ve been expecting your phone call.’” Eve quickly undoes the button on my jeans and slides the zipper down. My dick is now at full attention. Hard. Thick. Throbbing. She peels the fabric away, giving herself just enough room for her fingers. I continue reading. “I clear my throat, trying to redirect my concentration, but it’s hard when my assistant is between my legs rubbing my dick.” Eve’s fingers caress my dick through my boxer briefs. I pinch my eyes shut, loving her touch.

“Keep reading.”

My eyes pop open at Eve’s words. Right. The book. “Uh.” I stumble to find where I left off. “‘Good afternoon, Mr. Parker. I’m glad we can finally connect to talk about the merger.’ She hooks her fingers under the waistband and tugs on my slacks, urging me to lift my hips, and I do.” Eve mimics every word I’m reading. Her fingers pull on my jeans until they hit the floor. My dick strains against the thin cotton of my boxer briefs. Eve licks her lips as if she’s waiting for the first taste of a lollipop. I lift my hand, wanting to run my thumb over her plump pink bottom lip, but when I’m inches away, she pulls back.

“Nuh-uh. There’s no touching in the story.”

“How do you know?”

“I may have read this book a few times. Keep reading.”

I shake my head but pick up where I left off. “Her hand cups me over my boxers. Caressing. Massaging. My head falls back and hits the chair. I mouth, ‘Oh fuck,’ and this spurs her on even more. Mr. Parker continues to talk, but I don’t know what he’s saying. All my thoughts are on the woman between my legs jacking me off over my boxers.” The words come out shaky and uneven as Eve’s hand slides up and down my shaft, her grip alternating between hard and soft. A dark spot forms over the head of my dick as a bead of pre-cum soaks the fabric. “She sits up and runs her tongue over the fabric covering my dick. Her hot breath on me causes me to squirm in my seat. ‘Uh. Yes. Mr. Parker. That sounds great.’ I don’t know what he said, so I hope it’s good.” Eve does the same. I groan as her warm breath ignites a spark that shoots a lightning bolt directly to my balls.

“Keep going. We’re not even to the good stuff yet,” she whispers as she continues to slide her lips over the bulge tenting my boxer briefs.

I refocus my eyes and continue reading. “She pulls at the elastic waistband until my rock-hard dick springs free. For abrief second, she fixes her gaze on the head; then, her eyes slowly rise to meet mine. Her fire-engine red lips curve into a smile. I wonder if her lipstick is going to stain my dick. That’s exactly what she wants. For her to leave me with a souvenir that she was in here choking on my dick. Her tongue slides up the underside of my shaft, and I bite back a moan.”

The cool air hits my hard dick as it releases from the confines of my boxer briefs, but it’s quickly replaced with Eve’s warm mouth. Following the words from the book, her tongue slides up my shaft. At the tip, she swirls around the head, lapping at the pre-cum that pools on the top. “Ah fuck. I love your mouth on me.”

She releases me from her mouth. “He doesn’t say that.”

As quickly as she was gone, she’s back to bobbing up and down on my dick. My gaze dances over the words as I try to find where I left off. “While she sucks on my dick, her other hand massages my balls. My teeth grit together, fighting a groan. Mr. Parker continues to talk, but I have to pull the phone away so he doesn’t hear my heavy breathing.”

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