Page 9 of The Hardest Hit
“Not broken,” he whispered, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
She blinked at his gray cotton sheets and trying to remember what to do next.
“I like being wrong,” she said.
He chuckled, stretching himself out next to her and she groaned as he pulled his hand away from her. She didn’t want him to stop touching her ever. He licked his fingers, which she supposed could have been gross, but instead, she found incredibly sexy, and then he leaned in and nibbled her shoulder. She rolled over and extended one leg to loop over his hip. She was going to need a minute, but she was seriously going to fuck his brains out.
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Evan - Goodbye
Evan hadn’t thought that he’d missed anything about Fetish, but he hadn’t realized up until the moment that the words had come out of Olivia’s mouth that he missed having someone beg him to be fucked.
What had those fucktards she’d dated been doing? There was nothing wrong with Olivia. She was perfect. He looked over at her, already picturing what he’d do to her for the rest of the evening.
She smiled at him, a lazy, happy smile, and he found himself smiling back as her leg slithered over his hip.
“Is it always like this when you do that?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
“I have no idea,” he said. “This was a bit of an experiment.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, if you have any more experiments you wish to run, I’d like to volunteer myself as a test subject.”
“Same time next Tuesday?” he asked, grinning. “See if we can’t replicate the results?”
“Exactly,” she said.
He reached out for her, sliding a hand along her hip and waist, reveling in her curves. He realized that he hadn’t even kissed her, which was clearly an oversight. “Clear your Tuesday then,” he said, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. “But I don’t think—” he began, intending to say that there was no reason on earth to wait for Tuesday, but the doorbell rang.
“Fuck,” she said, sitting bolt upright. “I forgot about the cops. Shit!”
He laughed. “Fuck the police, as my cousin likes to say.”
“No! They already think I’m a total slut. This will put the capper on it!”
She scrambled out of bed and onto the floor looking for her underwear. He hated it, but she was right. Officers James and Sanchez had made their opinions of girls who wore superhero costumes perfectly clear.
“Calm down,” he said, getting up and pulling on the sweats and shirt, she’d recently been wearing. “I’ll go stall them. You put your costume back and I’ll say you’re in the bathroom.”
“OK, right, right.”
He went downstairs and checked the small screen by the door. Officer Sanchez and another officer, a woman this time, were standing there holding Olivia’s purse and jacket.
“Hi,” he said, opening the door. The two police officers shuffled into his foyer and looked around for Olivia.
“Your timing couldn’t be worse. She just went to the bathroom, and it’s my understanding that getting in and out of the costume is a ten-minute process.” Officer Sanchez smirked and Evan fought the urge to punch him in the face. “You don’t have a problem waiting, do you, Officer Sanchez?” he asked, staring at the policeman.
“No, he doesn’t,” said the female cop, and Officer Sanchez seemed to shrink in on himself a little.
“Did you arrest Glen?” he asked.
“Yes,” said the female officer. “You will most likely be contacted by the district attorney’s office to provide testimony.”
“Not a problem,” said Evan, already thinking that it was a problem. His grandmother was a senator and she would hate such a public spectacle. He knew what she would want him to do: decline to testify or call his cousin Jackson. But he didn’t want to do either of those things. Jackson Zane, now Deveraux, was Uncle Randall’s bastard son and when Eleanor had found Jackson five years ago he’d been in prison. Jackson’s arrival in the family had changed everything. For the better. His other cousins, Aiden and Dominique, talked to Evan now anyway and he thought that was mostly because of Jackson. Which made sense, in a way, because Jackson was in charge of solving problems.
The Deveraux family was divided into departments. Evan was finance. Aiden was law. Jackson was security. And Dominique… Eleanor said marketing, but Jackson called her the creative director and Evan thought that was probably right. But none of the departments were going to be happy if Evan had to go testify in a public rape case. Eleanor would feel compelled to take an interest, and what was a small-time asshole could suddenly become a very public investigation into just what had happened tonight. He didn’t want to explain the glory of Olivia to anyone. And having to ask Jackson to help him clean up one more of his messes was humiliating. Evan was going to have to come up with another alternative.
Olivia came down the stairs and he felt his cock twitch at the sight of her. Their roll through the sheets had given her hair a wild, untamed look and he couldn’t believe that the officers couldn’t smell sex on them.
