Page 86 of The Hardest Hit
“Nap,” she said, kneeling in front of him, continuing to unbutton. She wriggled to get between his legs and then kissed his chest as she unbuttoned. She rested her boobs on his cock, letting the weight of them rub back and forth as she kissed.
“That’s not going to lead to a nap,” he said.
To his disappointment, she pulled back and began to unbuckle his belt. “Hips,” she said, tapping his hip bone. He lifted a little and she tugged his pants off onto the floor. “Evan, you rebel, you’re not wearing any underwear.”
“Seemed like too much work this morning,” he said honestly.
“Mmm, I know the feeling.” She tilted her head and blew gently on his dick, which brought him jerking more upright. His cock did the same. She licked the tip and then blew again. He shivered at the difference between her warm tongue and the cold air. Slowly, gently, she licked the entire length of him from the tip to the base. Then, instead of blowing, she opened her mouth and breathed along the path of her tongue, her breath was warm and wet against his shaft. She took him in her mouth and pulled gently with her lips, leaving him breathing heavily. She worked in and out and he buried his hands in her hair. “Liv,” he groaned. He was getting close. She went faster, her tongue working in concert with her mouth, and he came with a gasp, his hand clenching at her shoulder. She swallowed and stood up.
“Nap,” she said.
He did as he was told, and when he woke up the sitting room was illuminated only by the glow of the city outside the window, the fireplace, and candles on the table that was set for dinner.
“I thought we had reservations?” he asked. She was wearing his favorite outfit besides naked—short shorts and one of his button-ups.
“I had them bring the food to us,” she said.
It was a three-star Michelin-rated restaurant. They did not do take-out.
“How did you manage that?”
“I may have thrown your name around. Evan,” she paused, one hand on the back of the dining chair, “you’re very rich, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know aboutvery,” he said.
“But you don’t need to work if you don’t want to?”
“Not really,” he said.
“One of the girls last night was going on and on about Eizo. And then said,well,you know, you already got a Deveraux. And Eizo called youThe Deveraux.” Evan snorted. “Are Deverauxes a... a thing?”
“We’re a bit of a thing,” he admitted.
“That necklace was real diamonds, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
She rubbed her nose. “Do you really like the wine I pick out?”
“Yes! What kind of question is that?”
“I don’t know. I always pictured rich people as learning about wine at birth or something. What if all this time I’ve been yapping about something you know more about?”
“You’re one of the most educated oenophiles I know,” he said. “Hardly anyone brings me a bottle I like and you knock it out of the park every time.”
She looked pleased.
“OK. Well. Then I hope you liked what I picked out for dinner.”
“I’m sure I will,” he said, smiling.
They were mid-way through dessert when there was a soft knock on the door. Evan opened it and looked at Mr. Tanazashi.
“The item you requested,” said Mr. Tanazashi, not bothering to cross the threshold. He handed Evan Olivia’s necklace. Evan rubbed the spot of blood off the center diamond. “One thing though,” said Mr. Tanazahi, “this was not an accident. He didn’t have a name, but the money came in this.” He handed Evan an Absolex envelope.
“I thought as much,” said Evan, tucking it into his pocket. “Thanks. The money will be in your account by the time you reach the lobby.”
Mr. Tanazashi nodded and left.
