Page 123 of Fall Into Temptation
She whimpered and went instantaneously wet.
“I’d pull this down,” he said, hooking a finger in deep v of the dress.
Her breath quickened.
“And while you grind yourself against my dick, I’d have my face buried in your beautiful—”
“Well, here you two lovebirds are!” Bruce bustled in with Amethyst on his heels.
Donovan swore quietly under his breath, and Eva jumped out of his lap as if he were on fire. She had to make it look like she needed the Beautification Committee’s undivided attention so they wouldn’t have time to even think about wrecking Ellery’s wedding.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, her voice overly bright. “We were just… fighting.”
“We were?” Donovan frowned.
She kicked him.
“Oh, right. We were. We were definitely fighting,” he nodded.
Bruce and Amethyst exchanged knowing glances.
“That’s what we’re here for,” Amethyst said, smiling smugly.
“You fucking owe me,” Donovan growled in Eva’s ear as he stood. He pulled her in front of him, effectively hiding the tent in his pants. At least she wasn’t the only one battling a raging case of lust in the moment.
“We’re eager to fix everything that’s wrong with Eva,” Donovan joked.
Eva reached behind her and palmed his hard-on through his pants, daring him to say more. He hissed out a breath and shut up.
“Well, now. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Bruce held his palms up. “This could take months. There are a lot of issues that need to be brought to the surface and dealt with.”
“Then I guess we’d better get started,” Eva sighed. “Shall we sit?”
They gathered around the cramped conference table in the corner of Donovan’s office. Donovan’s hand immediately clamped onto her thigh beneath the table. When he trailed his fingers higher up her thigh, drawing the hem of the dress with them, she squeezed her legs together.
“We’re so excited to have you two with us tonight,” Bruce said, rubbing his palms together. “Amethyst and I have been happily married for thirty-four years—”
“Thirty-three,” Amethyst corrected him.
Bruce frowned. “I’m quite certain it’s thirty-four, my pearl.”
Amethyst shook her head, her beehive wobbling precariously. “Thirty-three.”
“I have our marriage certificate in our fire safe,” Bruce said, his voice rising. “We can settle this easily.”
“I can’t believe you don’t remember how long we’ve been married,” Amethyst pouted. It was the only time Eva had witnessed the woman being disagreeable in any way.
“So far, I think it’s going really well,” Donovan whispered sarcastically as the Oakleighs’ bickering warmed up. Eva’s eyes widened as Amethyst shoved out of her chair. Bruce was quick to follow.
“How could you forget our wedding day?” Amethyst demanded.
“How could you accuse me of forgetting our wedding day when you’re clearly the one with a deficient memory on the topic?” Bruce argued, tugging at the sides of his beard with both hands.
“It’s Uranus,” Eva hissed at Donovan.
“Fucking Uranus.” He glanced toward the door. “You know, we could probably sneak out of here and break into Gia’s studio for some fun…”
“What kind of fun?” Eva asked, suddenly breathy.
