Page 37 of Hush Money
I smile as I lean down to kiss her. But she steps backward. I give her a confused look, but her eyes stay trained on mine. She pushes me back down into my chair, wheeling me back slightly. Then she hops up on my desk.
She crosses her legs first then slowly pulls the top one down.
She spreads them slowly, her pencil skirt riding up her thighs.
My cock stiffens in my pants. She lifts one heeled foot up and puts it on one of my armrests, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Eve,” I whisper, but she just puts a finger to her lips. Slowly, she lifts the other foot, and her skirt lifts even farther. And then I realize that she has nothing on underneath it.
“Do you want to know something, Keaton Everett?” she asks. I clear my throat and nod, but I can’t take my eyes off her perfect pussy.
Mypussy.
“I have been picturing you while I get myself off for over two decades,” she says, then she leans back on her elbows.
Fuck. Me.
“Is that so?” I say, trying to keep my voice calm and even.
She nods, bringing the pads of her fingers to her lips. Then she sticks her tongue out and wets them.
I’m going to fucking bust in my pants.
She slides her hand down her body painfully slow.
“I just slide my fingers down like this,” she says, moving her fingers to her opening, “and start to picture you. Your body. Your eyes. Your hands…everything,” she says between moans. She starts to pick up the pace, and I scoot forward. But she uses one heel and presses it against my chest, keeping me in the chair.
I am fucking dying.
Her hand moves quicker, and her other hand slides up to palm one of her breasts through her shirt.
“I’d picture you doing all kinds of things to me,” she moans and bites her lip. “But now…oh…now? Now I’m going to picture that huge fucking cock filling me up. Every. Single. Time.”
She rubs faster, harder, alternating between pressing her clit and fingering herself.
I am salivating. I am sweating. I amdyingto touch her. Taste her.Anythingshe will give me. But she just presses her foot against me harder.
“I think about your smile, your voice…oh,” she whines, “and now, I’ll think about the way you were so, so deep inside of me. So fucking deep.”
“Fuck, Evie,” I groan. “Please.”
She opens her eyes as she rubs herself harder, licking her lips.
“You want to help?” she asks, and I nod like an idiot. She waits a beat, pressing harder and faster. Then finally, she moves her foot, letting me pass. I dive in, offering her my mouth while her hand keeps working. I suck her folds into my mouth, letting my tongue slide in and out of her while her fingers still work on her clit. And then she’s close, her head dropping back, and I take over. I plunge two fingers deep inside of her, hooking them around while I lick. She lets out the most delicious growl as she clutches my hair, then her body goes limp on my desk. We are both sweating and panting, and I gently tug her skirt back down over her thighs. I help her sit up, then I lean in.
“You deserve the fucking world, Eve,” I whisper, “and I’m going to give it to you.”
EVIE
Inever knew that my sex life could be so good I’d need a nap to recover.
But here I am.
A few hours later, I’m in Keaton’s bathroom, tugging my hair up into a bun. I couldn’t decide what sort of outfit says,Sorry your dad sucks, sorry I broke your brother’s heart, and also, I’m back.So, I settled on jeans and my favorite green-and-black flannel.
I slip on my old white Nikes and walk out of the primary suite, padding down the hall toward the living room. As I do, I stop for a moment when I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror.
I look like I’m comfortable here.
