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  “You’re blushing,” he said.

  I nodded.

  “Why?”

  I took a deep breath. “I don’t know if this is appropriate to say, but I’ve had a crush on you for a while. I mean... I’ve thought about you, you know?”

  It came out all wrong, and I blushed more. Evan chuckled.

  “Really, now?” he asked.

  I nodded. I wasn’t going to tell him what the details of my fantasies had been, of course. But sleeping with Evan–or rather, having him fuck me–was something I’d wanted for a long time. I wanted him to take me back to his place, drag me to his bedroom like a Viking, strip me of my clothes, and fuck me hard. I wanted him to treat me like a piece of ass. He was always so charming, such a gentleman to me. Now, I wanted him to fuck me like an animal.

  The thoughts were so vivid. I was getting wet. I scissored my thighs together, shifting a little on the leather seat. The sexual tension was so thick in the car, I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think about anything other than Evan and what he might do to me later when we “got started.”

  “You want me,” Evan said. It wasn’t a question.

  I nodded.

  “Good,” he said. He leaned closer to me. His lips brushed against mine, and I shivered. “Very good.”

  He breathed against my lips. My body responded, heat washing through me and pooling between my legs. I melted into my panties. God, I wanted Evan.

  But he didn’t make another move. Instead, he sat back, opening the partition between us and the driver and gave him my address to drop me off at home.

  This wasn’t part of the bargain, but I had a feeling teasing was Evan’s personal flare.

  And it was effective.

  God, it was effective.

  Chapter Four

  Evan

  I made a reservation for us at Daniel in Manhattan, and I took Scarlett out to a treat. She was a beautiful woman, and she deserved to be wined and dined. It was the least I could do. She was giving her body to me, and I could at least make her feel special.

  When I collected her from her apartment, she looked breathtaking. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves and revealed just enough of her body. It made me want to peel the dress off her and take her right back inside, but I would behave until later.

  “You look stunning,” I said when she got into the car.

  She smiled, blushing. I wasn’t used to women blushing so much. The women I usually spent my time with had nothing left to blush about. It was refreshing to be around someone like Scarlett again.

  The car drove us across Brooklyn toward Daniel in Manhattan. The atmosphere in the car with electric. Neither of us said anything, but I could almost taste her energy on my tongue. I breathed in deeply, and her sent filled my nostrils. When we stopped in front of the restaurant, I got out first and offered her my hand. She took it graciously, and I led her into the restaurant.

  The dining room was beautiful, with white pillars and high arches, a rich carpet of spiral designs, and tables scattered across the floor, adorned in white table cloths.

  “This place is unbelievable,” Scarlett said, looking around.

  “I’m glad you like it. It’s nothing compared to you.”

  More blushing. I couldn’t get enough of her, and we were just getting started.

  Scarlett looked at me with big brown eyes when we sat down. Her lips were a deep red, and she wore that pout again that I found irresistible.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” I said.

  “Like what?” She frowned.

  “Listen to me, Princess,” I said. “You’re particularly irresistible tonight, and it’s taking all the self-control I have not to give up our reservation and drag you home, instead.”

  She blinked at me. A slow smile spread across her face.

  “Who says I want you to take me home with you, afterward?” she asked.

  She put her elbows on the table, and her neckline dipped enough so that I saw a generous amount of flesh. I wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose, but it was working. I wondered what that soft skin would taste like between my lips, and what she would look like if her dress was stripped away.

  “Don’t play games with me, sweetheart,” I said. “I play a lot harder than you, and I’m always going to come out on top.”

  She was being a tease. There was nothing as delicious and as horrible as a tease.

  “Who’s playing games?” she asked.

  I shook my head and focused on the menu. I was determined to get through two courses, at least.

  We ordered an appetizer, and for a short while, we managed to make conversation.

  “Why aren’t you dating?” I asked. “A beautiful woman such as yourself, in the prime of her life, shouldn’t be single.”

  Scarlett shrugged. I glanced at her neckline, still dangerously low. Her tits looked fantastic.

  “I haven’t met the right guy, yet, I guess. Isn’t that the standard answer?”

  “It is,” I said. “But what’s your answer?”

  She shrugged again. “Maybe I’m just different.”

  Oh, yeah. Different was a way to describe it. Different and fucking sexy. I had wicked thoughts of taking her somewhere private, pushing her dress up, and kneeling in front of her. I wanted to breathe in her scent. I wanted to know what she tasted like.

  “What about you?” she asked.

  I glanced at her. “Are you asking me the same question?” I asked.

  “Why not? You’re not above dating, right?”

  I shook my head. “I fell in love, once. When Clara died, she took my heart with her. All I have now are the pleasures of the flesh.”

  She grinned. “Listen to you, ‘pleasures of the flesh.’”

  I reached across the table and put my hand on her wrist, rubbing my thumb back and forth on her soft skin.

  “You have no idea how hard it is for me to behave right now,” I said.

  My cock was throbbing and aching for release. I wanted to push it into Scarlett until she cried out. I wanted to fuck her so hard, she begged me to come. I willed her to know what I was thinking, showing her with my eyes.

  Her cheeks flushed deep red, and she swallowed and glanced around us as if she just remembered we weren’t alone.

  “What if I don’t do sex on the first date?” she asked me.

  “I’m paying you.”

  She looked hurt. “You’re making me sound like a prostitute.”

  “You know that’s not what I mean,” I said. It did make her sound like that, though. And for all intents and purposes, sex was part of what I was paying for. And I intended to get what I paid for.

  She pouted, and it made me want to fuck her mouth. I watched her lips, mesmerized by the way they moved when she took a sip of wine, took a bite of food, and swallowed.

  I could think of other things for her to swallow.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

  “Come home with me tonight, and I’ll show you,” I said.

  Her eyes widened. I watched as lust filled her eyes. She wanted me, too. She was shocked at my advances, but she was turned on, too.

  It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted her to want me. It wasn’t a requirement, but we would have a hell of a lot more fun together this way.

  Her lips parted slightly. She shifted in her seat and arched her back so that her tits were on display for me. I wanted more. So much more.

  Dinner took forever, but I finally got the check, and we left. She slid into the leather seats in the car. I followed suit, shifting until I was right up against her. She was pressed against my side, and her skin was hot. I put my hand on her thigh. She didn’t stop me.

  I slowly slid my hand upward, stroking her bare skin beneath the dress she was wearing. Her skin was silky smooth. I wondered if she waxed all the way to the top. Her breath hitched in her throat as I slid higher and higher. She knew what I wanted. She could still stop me if she really wanted to.

  Sh
e didn’t want to. She was just a horny as I was, from what I could tell. She’d confessed to me that she’d had a crush on me for a while. She wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.

  When my finger brushed against the silk of her panties, she gasped softly. I turned to her and closed my mouth over hers, kissing her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, penetrating her. She tasted like wine and lust. She moved her hips, rolling them so that she pushed her pussy against my fingers. I groaned.

  “You’re a dirty girl, Scar,” I said against her lips.

  “You have no idea,” she responded, and my cock pulsated in my pants.

  I reached for her hand and put it on my dick. She started stroking me right away, moving her hand up and down my shaft through my pants.

  The car finally arrived at my place, and I broke the kiss. I swallowed and opened the door, getting out. I helped Scarlett out of the car, which left as soon as I shut the door behind her. I led her to the front door of my mansion and into the great hall.

  The moment we were inside, I pushed her up against the wall. I was going to get her naked and under me as fast as I could. My hands went to her tits. God, I’d been wanting to grope them all night. They were large and supple in my hands, all real. I ground my cock against her crotch, my tongue exploring her mouth, and she moaned.

  I wanted her naked. The bedroom was so fucking far away. The living room would do. We made our way across the entrance hall, kissing and touching. Desire built in the pit of my stomach. We collapsed on the closest couch, and I got on top of her, bucking my hips against hers, even though we were still dressed. Her legs were open for me, one leg bare through the slit in her dress.

  I was going to fuck her until her moans shook the walls of the house.

  “What’s that?” Scarlett asked, freezing.

  The panic in her voice made me stop and listen. The sound of keys jingling at the front door became clearer, followed by the door clicking open. I got off Scarlett in a flash, and she pushed herself up, fixing her dress. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but she ran her fingers through it.

  “Daddy?” Lily’s voice echoed through the entrance hall.

  Shit.

  I glanced at Scarlett. She looked a little panicked, but she nodded.

  “I’m in here, honey,” I called.

  Footsteps echoed through the entrance hall, and then Lily appeared in the door to the living room. She looked at Scarlett and frowned.

  “Scar? What are you doing here?”

  “She came to see me for a possible position at the company,” I said smoothly.

  “Oh,” Lily said. “Right.”

  Lily and Scarlett were close friends. I’d assumed Lily would know that Scarlett had been struggling with finding a job. Lily looked at me.

  “We were supposed to have dinner tonight,” she said.

  God, I’d completely forgotten about that. My mind had been full of Scarlett since the moment I’d found out who had responded to my Craigslist ad.

  “I’m so sorry, honey,” I said. “Things have been rough at work, and I was eager to get home. Scarlett called just after that, and I forgot about our dinner completely.”

  Lily nodded. “It’s okay, Dad,” she said. She looked at Scarlett again and smiled. “I hope you find something, Scar. I know it’s been hard.”

  Scarlett smiled. She didn’t look panicked or on the spot anymore. In fact, she was as smooth as I’d been.

  “Thanks, Lil,” she said. “Let’s do coffee tomorrow?”

  Lily smiled. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

  She blew me a kiss and left the house again. We waited until the front door closed. When she was sure we were alone, Scarlett let out a breath.

  “That was close,” she said.

  I nodded. “Very.”

  Scarlett cleared her throat and stood up. The atmosphere had changed. The terrible lust calmed a little.

  “I think I should get going,” she said.

  I frowned. “I can’t tempt you to stay?” I asked.

  Scarlett shook her head. “I’m sorry. Almost getting caught kind of killed the mood.”

  She was leaving, and my dick was still throbbing in my pants. For a moment, I thought about pressing myself against her and attempting to start up again, but if Scarlett wanted to leave, I wasn’t going to stop her. There was still time. I was paying her to be here, after all. This would happen again.

  “Let me walk you to the door,” I said.

  Scarlett nodded, and I escorted her to the front door. I called for the car and opened the door for her, telling the driver to take her home. When she was gone, I sighed and went back into the house. I had an unsatisfied desire, a hard cock in my pants, and nothing to fuck but own hand.

  What a night.

  Chapter Five

  Scarlett

  I couldn’t get Evan out of my mind. Everything about him screamed sex appeal, and I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me. The way he’d been with me last night… I shivered just thinking about it. He’d been so forward, so demanding. It had made me wet, aroused all the way down to my core.

  We would have fucked if it hadn’t been for Lily. Her arrival had been such a close call, it had sucked the mood right out of the room. At least, for me. Evan had looked as ready to fuck as ever after she’d left, but I couldn’t just turn it on again like that.

  Not with a stranger.

  Of course, Evan wasn’t exactly a stranger. I had known him for as long as I could remember. But he’d always been a sort of father figure, not a lover. Even if I’d fantasized about him so many times. I’d seen that as the thoughts of a dirty school girl–nothing that would manifest itself.

  All that had changed during the past few days, and I saw him in a different light now.

  I wanted him differently now.

  Which was why, after my coffee with Lily, I called Evan and asked him if I could come over to his place to speak to him.

  I wasn’t planning on speaking much. I was worried Lily would show up again. I couldn’t do a scare two nights in a row. Evan was still my best friend’s dad, and if she found out what we were doing, she would lose her shit. I doubted she would be okay with me sleeping with her dad, let alone knowing I would carry his child.

  I pushed the thoughts away in the cab on the way to Evan’s place. The mansion was spectacular. Last night, I hadn’t been able to take in much of it. I’d had other things on my mind. Today, I had time to look at the place as I walked up to the front door.

  Lily had grown up in a different house–the Burkes had stayed a couple of blocks to the North in a home that had been suited for sleepovers and movie nights and pool parties. This place was something else. It was a bachelor pad on steroids.

  The front door was double volume with stained glass on either side and big golden handles. I pulled the chain and a doorbell sounded like it belonged to a cathedral instead.

  It didn’t take very long before Evan opened the door with a grin.

  “I expected a butler,” I said.

  “I sent the help home, today. I wanted to give us the chance to be alone.”

  I smiled. “Your doorbell is fancy,” I said.

  “That hasn’t been used in years,” he said.

  “What do you have it for, then?”

  He shrugged. “With phone calls and texts, I always know when people arrive.”

  He stepped to the side and let me in. The entrance hall was just as spectacular as the front door. White walls stretched up to a high ceiling with windows at the top, letting in light without sacrificing privacy. A staircase led to a second floor on the right, and the left was covered with a large abstract painting.

  “This place is great,” I said.

  “Come through to the bar,” Evan said.

  I followed him through the living room into another room that was clearly meant for entertaining. Large double doors opened onto a patio. I could see the edge of a pool beyond that, and in the dimming light of the setting sun, t
he garden looked immaculate. I imagined Evan having lavish parties here with guests that dressed to the nines and shimmied around bragging about their money.

  How was he going to make space for a baby in this life? He was living the single, carefree life again.

  I turned my attention to Evan. He stood behind the bar, pouring two glasses of red wine. The drink of seduction, I’d read somewhere. Evan looked as rich as his surroundings. He wore a turtle neck and a blazer that would have made him look like an old man if it hadn’t been for his great physique and his distinguished features. When he looked up at me, feeling my eyes on him, his eyes had a twinkle of mischief in them, and he gave me a naughty smile.

  He walked toward me and handed me the glass of wine.

  “We’re not going to be interrupted tonight?” I asked.

  Evan shook his head. “I’ve made sure that everyone knows I have a very important meeting tonight, and I’m not to be disturbed.”

  I smiled and sipped my wine. It was dry and floral, sliding down my throat.

  We drank wine and talked about trivial things, making small talk, getting comfortable around each other. The wine made me feel light and warm. I was getting more at ease. I sat on a bar stool at the bar, and Evan leaned on it with one elbow, his body turned to me. I was aware of how close he was, of the smell of his cologne wrapping around me. My legs were deliciously numb from the wine, and I felt the familiar twinge of arousal in my crotch.

  Alcohol always turned me on. Having Evan next to me, attractive and oh-so-male, nudged me along.

  “I’m glad last night didn’t scare you off,” Evan said. He trailed his fingertips along my bare thigh. I’d chosen a summer dress and cork wedges to come see him. Dresses made me feel sexier, more elegant.

  “It will take more than that to get rid of me,” I said.

  Evan slid his hand up my thigh, and I shivered.

  “I’m glad,” he said. He was inching closer to me with his face. “I would hate to lose you because of ill timing.”

  “You pay me to be here, remember?” I whispered, smiling. My eyes were on his lips. He was only inches away from me now. When I glanced at his eyes, they were on my lips, too. I closed my eyes, and a moment later, Evan’s lips pressed against mine.