Page 61 of No One Else

His lips are parted, panting lightly, eyes closed, an expression of ecstasy crossing over his face as I reach down into his boxers and wrap my hand around him, softness over steel. Oh God, he’s big. Like he could do some serious business with that thing. The thought has me excited, imagining what it’ll feel like to have that thick cock inside me.

For now, though, I’m the one who’s in control. He’s at my mercy, begging me with his body language to have me do what I will to him. I squeeze lightly, moving my hand in an up and down motion, and he makes a guttural noise in the back of his throat, almost like a growl. Even though I just came, the sound sends a little zing through me, turning me on all over again. He braces both hands against the bookshelf behind me, crowding me in, my senses overcome by him. That clean, fresh scent of his, the heat emanating from his body.

“That feels incredible,” he murmurs, eyes still closed, as if he can’t process anything other than what I’m doing to him. I focus on the head of his cock, rubbing my thumb over the slit until a glossy bead of precum slips out. His whole body shudders as I spread it over the tip, then let go of him briefly to suck the rest off my thumb.

His eyes are open now, staring at my lips, his gaze wild and hungry. I return my hand to his cock, pumping again as he takes my mouth, devouring me.

He moves down to my neck, his kisses rough and needy on the tender area, and I let my head fall to the side to give him better access. That’s when I notice out of the corner of my eye someone headed this way. I stop my strokes, tucking him back into his boxers, and he makes a sound of displeasure. I quietly shush him, zipping and buttoning him up, pulling his long t-shirt in place over the bulge in his jeans.

“Your three o’clock,” I whisper as I move slightly away from him, pretending to look at a book on the shelf in front of me.

Evan clears his throat, glancing to his right at the man in a tweed vest looking our way from the end of the aisle. “Shit,” he mutters, turning his back to him and adjusting himself.

I keep my gaze trained on the book, unable to even focus on the title, my heartbeat pounding in my ears at the risk of being caught.

The guy must not think we’re too suspicious because he moves on, not completely leaving the section but out of our line of sight at least.

We each release a breath, neither of us daring to say anything yet. When the man proceeds a few aisles further down, Evan turns around, interlacing his fingers with mine. “You saved us,” he smiles, bringing my knuckles up to his lips to press a gentle kiss there.

“It was my fault to begin with.”

“But worth it.” He squeezes my hand, the grin on his face letting me know he’s one hundred percent okay with what just happened.

“Aren’t you still...” I glance down at his jeans, the hem of his shirt hiding the area too well for me to tell what’s going on.

“I’ll be fine,” he whispers. “And I can’t wait till your conference.”

“Me too.”

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Natalie

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“LET’S USE THE GOLDbackdrop. It looks glitzier.”

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