Even with everything they had been through, she couldn’t stop wanting this man. It had been this way since the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and she was damn sure she’d go to her grave with him in her heart.
He leaned over, one hand tangling in her hair. He pulled gently, but every nerve in her scalp came alive. The bastard knew just what pulling her hair did for her. Her pussy started to pulse, just begging for release. She could feel his erection along the seam of her ass. Years. It had been years since he’d taken her there, since he’d shoved that massive dick inside and made her scream his name. “All right, angel, here’s the truth. You’re going to give me what I want. You might have me so hamstrung with rules that I can’t see straight half the time, but I am the Master of this. You will say the words I want to hear or I’ll walk away. No more spanking. No sex. You’ll feel achy all day long, and you’ll wish you had just said the words.”
He tugged on her hair, proving his point as she gasped with pleasure.
“Please, Alex, please eat my pussy. Please lick me and bite me and fuck me with your tongue.”
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, his mouth hovering there. He ran his nose through her hair, breathing her in before he stood back up and gave her another ten quick hard smacks that left her breathless. He turned her back over.
“Spread your legs wide.” His voice was dark chocolate and full of command.
Eve did as he demanded, placing her heels on the edge of the desk, her pussy wide open to his view. Her heart was racing, blood pounding through her system. She hadn’t been this spontaneous in years. She’d put Alex in his place and she’d kept him there. Her bedroom, once a week, no kissing, no sleeping over.
But she couldn’t turn him away now. She felt greedy and desperate to get his mouth on her. If he’d given in, even the tiniest bit on the Evans situation, she would probably be kissing him for the first time in years, devouring his mouth and hoping for the future.
Alex loomed over her. “If this is all I can get, you know I’ll take it.”
He dropped to his knees, and she felt his nose right where her labia parted. He always seemed to love her smell. She’d been so self-conscious at first, but Alex had broken her of the habit and of so many self-defeating insecurities. He’d loved how she looked and smelled and simply was, and somehow it had been enough for her.
She let her eyes roll back as he took that first long swipe with his tongue. Just for a few moments, nothing mattered. Not the past. Not the future. For these brief moments, they were just Alex and Eve again.
This was heaven.
As Alex pressed his tongue against her, it was all she had not to beg him for more.
Chapter Five
Alex wanted to give her so fucking much more. He wanted to rip every stitch of clothing off her and kiss her from head to toe. He would sink his hands into her soft hair and tug on it. He would spend at least an hour on her mouth, learning it again, sucking on her lips and her tongue, rubbing them together and holding her head to his so he could eat her up.
He would use his hands to worship her, not leaving an inch of that porcelain skin untouched, unloved. He would take all day, and no one could stop him. He would tie her up, using an intricate Shibari design. He could spend hour after hour lovingly winding silk rope around her body, creating a dress to show her off in.
But he had to settle for this. He had to follow her rules now. No kissing. She only was willing to be touched all over when he got her so hot she forgot her inhibitions. This was the only way she could accept affection now. Every touch and caress, every word, had its place and its boundaries.
And he still needed her. He loved the way she smelled and how wet she got for him. Her pussy was pink and hot with arousal, her cream already making the walls slick and ready for his cock. He swiped at her pussy, letting his tongue go from her tight cunt all the way up to the jewel of her clit. He could hear her little moans and cries, each one going straight to his cock.
She was the perfect picture of a satiated female, with her skirt shoved around her waist and two buttons of her blouse undone. He could see the mounds of her breasts peeking through her lacy bra.
A knock on the door jarred him. He nearly growled as he heard a familiar voice. “Eve?”
Liam. Damn it. His Irish accent grated as did the worried tone of his voice. He knew they weren’t involved, knew that Liam was a good friend to her, but he hated the fact that she spent so much time with him, giving him her advice, her soft smile, and her laugh. He sucked her clit into his mouth, biting down gently. He wanted to make sure Liam didn’t think he was hurting Eve. Oh, no. He wasn’t hurting her at all.
She groaned, the sound loud and sure.
“I’ll come back later then.” He could hear Liam chuckle as he walked away.