Page 38 of Fool Me Twice

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips at the memory.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Peter said, his voice raspy.

Evie shivered when his breath brushed her ear. “Good morning.”

“Sleep well?” he asked, sliding his hand beneath the sheet.

“Not really.” She let out a low moan as his hand brushed her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple. “Every time I nodded off,” she gasped, electricity zipping through her body as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Something came up.”

“Is that right?” Peter said with a low, throaty chuckle trailing his fingers along her hip bone, sweeping the curve of her rounded cheek and over her pelvis.

His lips carved a slow, lazy path along her neck, nipping at the sensitive area at the nape. Evie shuddered, moaning when he slipped a finger inside her. She ground into his crotch, feeling the hardness of his length wedged against her arse cheeks. Parting her legs to allow him to add another finger, she matched his rhythm as he probed deeper.

“You are so beautiful, Evie,” he croaked against her ear. “I want to bury myself inside you, soak my dick in your juices.”

His words almost pushed her over the edge, but Evie wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to be there. Repositioning herself, she raised her leg, allowing him to enter her.

Peter groaned as he plunged into her, burying his shaft in her wetness. He paused, mumbling something under his breath she couldn’t make out. Bucking against him, she forced him to push back into her as she glided down his length.

Evie gasped when he softly pinched her clit, gently tugging as he varied the pressure on her swollen bud. Her hand fisted the sheet as he pushed into her over and over, the tidal swell rising before crashing through her, ripping away every last ounce of resistance. As she cried out, Peter collapsed in a shuddering heap on top of her, repeating her name over and over in thick, ragged breaths.

Peter fell back against the mattress, still trying to catch his breath. He reached for Evie and pulled her closer. Evie rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist. “I thought you were supposed to be taking it easy,” she teased. “Your heart sounds like it’s about to burst out of your chest.”

“Hey, don’t go blaming me. You started all this with your offer of a massage last night. I was all set to turn in with a book and mug of cocoa.”

“If I’d known what I was letting myself in for then—“

Peter’s face darkened. “You don’t regret it, do you?”

“It’s... well...” She tailed off, not quite sure what she was trying to say.

“You do, don’t you?” Peter extricated himself and got out of bed. He picked up his discarded boxers off the floor and struggled into them. “I knew it.” He waved his arms around as he paced, gathering up his clothes as he went.

“For God’s sake, Peter, can you just stop for one second?” She sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover her. “You have to admit, it does complicate things.”

“How?” Peter said, folding his arms across his chest.

“Well, there’s Jaxon for a start. And you’re still married.”

“Not for much longer. I told you, my lawyer’s working on it.”

Where had she heard that before? She opened her mouth to speak, but he pre-empted her.

“I know what you’re going to say, but it’s different this time, I swear.” He crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. He took her hand in his, his eyes pleading with her to believe him. “I have to meet the contractor at Jaxon’s house in thirty minutes, but promise me we’ll talk later.”

Evie said nothing, just stared at their entwined hands.

“Please.”

Raising her eyes to meet his, she nodded.

“That’s so exciting, Evie.” Reeva hugged her close when Evie told her the news. “What did Peter say? I bet he’s delighted.” Reeva bounded around the kitchen like an excited puppy.

“As you can imagine.” Evie gave a weak smile and started making them both a coffee.

“And I can’t believe Jaxon’s going to be a daddy.”

“It doesn’t seem real, does it?”

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