“Probably not, but then again, I’ve heard the secret service can be very discreet.”
“And I like my privacy. Maybe I’ll be content with the job I have. So I can have rendezvous like this.” She squeezed his cock through his pants, loving the rapid intake of his breath as she massaged him.
In a heartbeat, he turned her around so it was her back against the wall, her body shadowed and protected. “I doubt that. You should be able to have whatever you want. In whatever way you want it.”
His voice had gone low and deep, a sensual tone that never failed to send ripples of desire through her. “Anything I want?”
“Yes.”
She met his gaze and reached for the zipper of his pants. “This is what I want, Gray.
You. Now. Like this.”
Gray brushed his hands over Evelyn’s rib cage, watching the movement of her silk dress, the way it molded to her body. He reached down and slid his hand into the slit of her dress—that teasing slit that had tormented him all night with glimpses of her sexy thigh.
He stopped—looked up at her. “That’s a garter belt,” he said.
She smiled and loosened his tie. “It might be.”
He smoothed his hand over the skin of her thigh, flicking the garter belt. “I need you naked.”
She lifted her leg and rested it over his hip. “And I need you inside me. Right here, where I can look at New York while you make love to me.”
He sucked in a breath, his dick throbbing and hard. He dropped to his knees and circled her ankles with his fingers, tilted his head back to see Evelyn looking down at him. Everything about her turned him on tonight, from these sexy shoes to the garters and that slit in her dress, to the way she laughed unabashedly at the theater to her bold proposition to him a minute ago.
Hell, she didn’t just turn him on tonight, but every night. It didn’t matter if she was dressed up and on the town, or whether she was in shorts and a tank top in his trailer.
She was so ingrained into his life, so much a part of him, that every touch, every look, sent him into a frenzied state of desire.
He wanted her all the damn time, no matter where they were.
Especially tonight as she leaned against the wall of the terrace, her silk-clad legs smooth and sexy as he slid his hands along her calves. He felt her slight tremble as he inched his fingers under the hem of her dress. He found her panties and drew them down her legs. She held on to his shoulders as she stepped out of them, as he tucked them into his pocket.
“Souvenir?” she asked.
“Maybe.”
She took a deep breath and he lifted her foot, positioned her leg over his shoulder, and eased between her legs, raising her skirt as he did, his fingers brushing the straps of her garters.
“This is so damn hot,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you in these tonight.”
She gave him a wicked smile. “That’s the idea.”
He leaned in and brushed a kiss across her thighs, then the top of her sex, teasing her until she grabbed his hair.
“Gray. Lick me. Make me come.”
He loved that she demanded her pleasure, that whatever issues she’d had when they first met had dissipated and she could come for him anywhere, in any position.
Like here, on a rooftop terrace. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, then licked her *, rolling his tongue across her clit until she let out a loud moan. No one would hear her. That’s why he’d selected this suite, because it gave them complete privacy. He wanted to hear her scream into the New York night.
He laid his tongue against her and slid his fingers inside her. She was hot and oh so wet, her * quivering as he finger fucked her while he sucked the hard bud, rolling his tongue over it until she writhed against his face.
“You’re going to make me come. I’m going to come so hard, Gray.”
He wanted that, wanted her falling apart under his tongue. And when he hummed his approval, she lifted up on her toes and rocked her pelvis against his face, crying out as she came. He held on to her while she shuddered out her pleasure and he licked her up, eager to give her every second of orgasm she could get.
When her legs started to buckle, he rose and pulled her against him, taking her mouth in a kiss that was likely more about his need than hers. He had to touch her, to let his fingers dive into her hair to feel the softness there, to let his tongue tangle with hers and share with her just how damn good she tasted.
She was just as eager as he was, her hands sliding up his arms and over his shoulders, gripping him while she sucked on his tongue. His cock tightened, a stranglehold of pain and pleasure as she moved against him.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him. He took them inside, their mouths still fused as he made his way—half blind, since he didn’t want to stop kissing her—upstairs, where he deposited her on the bed.