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  The current that seemed to always accompany him coursed through my body, and I sighed into his mouth. Evan put his hand behind my neck and kissed me. The kiss became urgent very quickly. His tongue slipped into my mouth.

  I opened my legs so he could stand between them, our wine glasses forgotten on the bar. Evan’s other hand cupped my cheek before he trailed it down my neck, thumbing my collarbone for a moment before he moved onto the skin on my chest. His hands were sure, knowing where they were headed.

  I gasped when his hand slid onto my breast and he massaged me. I could feel my nipples harden against the padding of my bra.

  Evan slid his hand around my waist, moving down his other hand, and he pulled me toward him so that his dick pressed against my crotch. I gasped. He was hard and eager for me. He looked me in the eyes, and his face spelled out lust, pupils dilated.

  “I want to fuck you,” he growled.

  I shivered, his words turning me on even more. The alcohol had relaxed me enough not to care about being nervous or shy. I wanted Evan to fuck me, too.

  “What are you waiting for?” I asked.

  Evan’s eyes filled with hunger just before he kissed me again, mashing his lips against mine. The kiss was urgent. He ground himself against me, pulling me closer with his hands on my hips as we made out, our tongues sliding around each other, tasting each other.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Scarlett,” he murmured against my mouth.

  Evan lifted me off the stool as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist to help him, and he carried me out of the bar and down a passage to the side. I started slipping, and he put me down halfway. I peeled his blazer off as we went along, got rid of his shirt and pushed my fingers into the dark hair that curled on his chest. He tugged at my dress and finally managed to get it over my head. He dropped it on the floor, adding it to the trail of clothes we left behind us. We made our way into a bedroom. I didn’t pay a lot of attention to the room. I had the feeling it was huge with modern pieces of furniture scattered around.

  Evan guided me toward a large bed and laid me down on the mattress. He kicked off his shoes before he crawled onto the bed with me. He kissed his way up my legs toward my panties. I moaned as his hands preceded his mouth. He curled his fingers around my panties and yanked them down. I cried out. I was suddenly naked from the waist down as he pulled the panties over my feet, taking off my wedges as he went along, and throwing them off the bed.

  He dove between my legs and closed his mouth around my pussy, flicking his tongue over my clit. I cried out and squirmed. Evan put his hands on my hips and gripped me firmly, holding me in place.

  He ate me out, sucking and licking. I moaned and cried out as he pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm.

  It didn’t take much time at all before I tumbled into my first wave of bliss. I cried out, my hands digging into Evan’s hair, and I bucked my hips, fucking his face as waves of pleasure washed over me.

  When I came down, Evan lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He got off the bed and undid his pants, slowly pulling them off. His body was in great shape–he didn’t look almost fifty at all–and when he pulled out his cock, I gasped. I had thought I knew the size of him, but hard and straining like this, he was even bigger.

  “Take of your bra,” he said. I sat up and did as he asked, and I was naked in front of him, sitting on the bed on display.

  Evan got onto the bed again, and the mattress dipped under his weight. He stood on his knees between my legs, back straight, dick straining, and I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too.

  I shifted toward him and closed my mouth around his cock. He groaned. I looked up at him, making my eyes big, and slid his shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. His lips were parted, his breathing shallow and erratic. I bobbed my head back and forth. I cupped his balls with my hand and pushed him deeper and deeper into my mouth until he reached the back of my throat.

  “That’s enough, Scarlett,” Evan growled and pulled back, slipping out of my mouth with a pop.

  I didn’t have time to ask, even if I wanted to. Evan leaned down and kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth for just a moment before he pushed me back. He crawled over me, his arms on either side of my head, and he positioned his cock at my entrance. I held my breath as he pushed the tip in, and I moaned in one loud cry as he slid into me, all the way to the hilt. I shuddered beneath him, trying to adjust to his size. He filled me up, splitting my body apart with his cock.

  Evan didn’t give me a lot of time to get used to the size of him before he started sliding in and out of me. I cried out as he pushed against my cervical wall, reaching my depths with ease. He pumped in and out of me, bucking his hips harder and harder, and I cried out and moaned, getting lost in the sexual bliss that washed over me like a wave. Heat spilled through my body. My breasts moved back and forth in time with Evan’s fucking. My fingers gripped his shoulders as I held on while he pounded into me.

  The sound of our sex filled the room, the sound of my cries and moans, his grunts, and the slap and suck of thick flesh slamming into my wetness. Another orgasm built inside me, starting at my core and filling outward like I was a cup of hot water, ready to spill over.

  Evan knew it somehow. He kept his pace, stroking his cock over my g-spot again and again, pushing me further and further.

  He lowered himself to his elbows so that his chest was against my breasts. His skin was slick on mine where we touched, our sweat mingling.

  The orgasm crept closer and closer, my core clenching. I cried out as it washed over me. My nails bit into Evan’s shoulders, and he grunted. I closed my legs around him, my body curling, and for a moment, I didn’t breathe. My mouth opened in a silent scream.

  I gasped, riding out the wave. Evan rocked his hips against mine, moving slowly inside me, stretching out the orgasm without distracting me from it.

  I could tell he had done this many times. There was nothing sexier than a man that knew exactly what he was doing in bed. Evan was a seasoned veteran.

  When the orgasm faded enough for me to think clearly again, I looked Evan in the eyes. His pupils were so dilated, his eyes looked like a dark evergreen. He leaned down and kissed me, slow and sensual. I got lost in the taste of him, the feel of his mouth on mine, his body pinning me to the bed, and his thick cock still inside me, feeling so much bigger now that I was tight after orgasming.

  Slowly, Evan pulled back until he slipped out of me. I gasped.

  He sat back on his knees.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  He helped me turn around. My body was numb, the orgasm still quivering just beneath the skin.

  I stood on all fours in front of Evan, my ass pointed toward him. I wiggled my hips so that my ass moved from side to side.

  “God, you’re sexy,” he said, putting his hands on my ass, massaging the cheeks. “Your ass is pure perfection.”

  I smiled. I still felt a little loopy with the wine in my system. I wasn’t self-conscious at all. But the adrenaline countered the alcohol, and I was far from drunk.

  Evan found my entrance with his fingers, and I gasped as he pushed a finger into me.

  “So wet,” he said.

  “It’s what you do to me,” I said.

  He chuckled, and his finger was replaced by his cock–thicker, rounder, smoother. He pushed into me, pushing every thought out of my mind except that of complete bliss, and I moaned. Evan slid in and out of me with slow strokes. From this angle, he felt so much bigger. Or maybe I was just that much tighter after orgasming a second time. Either way, he gave me a moment to adjust.

  Generous of him.

  It didn’t last very long. Evan picked up his pace only moments later and started pounding into me again. He hammered against my cervical wall again and again, rearranging my insides. I cried out with every thrust. His hands were on my hips, fingers digging into my skin, and he rocked back and forth, his balls slapping against my clit.
r />   I was still sensitive after he’d eaten me out, and the constant slapping was a wildly erotic sensation, making me gasp and moan and inch closer to yet another orgasm.

  How many times could this man make me come? Usually, I came once. Twice if the guy knew what he was doing, but that didn’t happen very often. Young guys just didn’t have the stamina or the skill that Evan had. He’d been around for longer, and it showed.

  There was nothing as delicious as a man who knew exactly how to wield his cock.

  Evan leaned forward and reached around, grabbing my breasts in both hands and using them to hold me in place as he kept rocking against me. I gasped. He pinched my nipples lightly, and I yelped with the sensation before he placed one hand on the bed beside me. He held himself up, fucking me with slower strokes now, while his other hand found my clit.

  I cried out when he started rubbing me in tight circles.

  Evan pushed me over the edge again, rubbing furiously as he pumped into me harder and harder again.

  “Come for me, princess,” he growled in my ear, and it tipped me over the edge.

  I came a third time, and it rocked through my body with an intensity I’d never felt before. Evan cried out in my ear as he released inside me, shoving himself into me as deep as he could, planting his seed. He pulsated and jerked inside me, his body shuddering against mine as we orgasmed together. I milked him, and it felt like he came for ages.

  Finally, my orgasm died down. I hung my head, barely able to keep myself up. Evan slid out of me, and we collapsed on the bed together.

  “That was fucking amazing,” Evan said, breathing hard.

  I nodded. It had easily been the best sex I’d had. Evan knew what he was doing, and I’d orgasmed three times. The alcohol had made me able to let go, but it was also because it was the man I’d been fantasizing about for so long.

  Apparently, dreams did come true. Even raunchy ones.

  “I have to go,” I said after we lay side by side on the bed for a while. I didn’t do cuddling. I didn’t stay over.

  Evan watched me as I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean up. The bathroom was just as massive and luxurious as the rest of the house. When I was done, I located my underwear next to the bed, putting them on as I found them. I put on my shoes, too.

  Evan grinned at me, walking around the room in my underwear and wedges. “Picture perfect,” he said.

  I walked to the bed where Evan lay in all his naked glory, his dick flaccid now, satisfied and tame. I kissed Evan on the lips, a chaste kiss.

  “Call me tomorrow,” I said. “I’ll find my clothes, and let myself out.”

  He nodded, and I left the room to find my dress.

  Chapter Six

  Evan

  I was glad it was Friday. It was difficult to work with Scarlett on my mind the whole time, and I had been thinking about her since we’d slept together. Everything about Scarlett was hot. Now that I’d had a taste of her, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to fuck her again.

  How many times would it take to get her pregnant? A part of me hoped that it would take long so we could keep on fucking. God, having her on her knees in front of me had been something out of a wet dream. Even if it never happened again, it would be enough to fuel my fantasies for a long time.

  But it was going to happen again because I was paying her to carry my baby. We had to keep going until she was pregnant. And then maybe, still, after that.

  But I was getting ahead of myself. Scarlett was just another woman. I had to remember that. Of course, she would also be the mother of my child, but that was a different story. I closed my eyes, and images of the night before flashed in my mind. Her tits were fucking amazing, and her ass was worth killing for. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen a body like hers. Maybe it wasn’t just about her body. Maybe perfection didn’t exist. But this was damn close.

  I checked the time and sighed. The day was only half over, and I couldn’t leave the office until I took care of some contacts. I had to try and focus.

  I glanced at my phone. She hadn’t tried to call me all day, but she had asked me to call her, so I guessed that was why. I liked it better that way. I could call her when I had time for her, not the other way around. This was a business transaction after all. She was nothing other than that to me.

  My phone rang, and I had to take care of a business call. It distracted me for a little while, and for that, I was grateful. When I was done, my mind wandered back to Scarlett.

  I picked up the phone and dialed her number. The phone rang long enough that I thought it would roll over to voicemail. When she answered, she sounded out of breath.

  “Sorry,” she said.

  “You sound out of breath.”

  “I had to run for my phone,” she said.

  We both hesitated, and there was silence on the line. I swallowed.

  “How are you?” I asked.

  “I’m doing well, thank you,” she said.

  I nodded. I was happy with her answer. I could hear that she really was doing okay. I needed her to be okay with this so that she would follow through with it. I didn’t want her to pull out now. I didn’t want to find someone else, and if she was already pregnant, it would be disastrous if she changed her mind now.

  “You’re still sure about this?” I asked. I had to put it out there.

  “Yeah, I’m in,” she said. She hadn’t hesitated at all. That was good enough for me. I trusted that she would tell me if something was wrong.

  “So, do you think you’re pregnant yet?” I chuckled.

  “Look at you, all eager,” she said. “But no, I don’t think so. We’ll just have to do it again.”

  There was laughter in her voice, and I knew we were on the same page. I closed my eyes and imagined what she looked like, her pouting lips, her beautiful smile. I flashed on the image of her face with her mouth around my cock, and her dark brown eyes looking up at me.

  And she wanted to do it again

  “What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

  “I’m going out with Lily,” she said. “I’m a little nervous about it, to be honest.”

  “Why? Because we slept together?”

  “Yeah, it’s a little weird because you’re her father.”

  I understood where she was coming from. “What Lily doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” I said. “Just go out, relax, and enjoy yourself.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll try. We’re going to Lavo.”

  I knew the nightclub well. It was a popular joint in Manhattan where the young people liked to party.

  “Have a good time,” I said. “I’ll speak to you later.”

  We ended the conversation, and I put down the phone. It was a pity I couldn’t see her tonight. I really wanted to. I wanted to see her dressed up and dancing, her body moving to the music, her hair brushing over her shoulders, her hips swaying. I could just imagine it, and I imagined it to be hot. Very hot. Everything about Scarlett was fucking attractive.

  I could just imagine how men would react to her. If my reaction was what it was, I doubted someone else would feel less about her. The idea made me uncomfortable. But I didn’t own her, and she could do whatever she wanted. Except sleep with someone. She wasn’t on birth control, but her exclusivity to me was in her contract, and I knew she wouldn’t breach it.

  Still, I really wanted to see her.

  I picked up the phone again and called Jeff.

  Jeff and I had been friends for a very long time. We’d met at a convention early on in my career, and somehow, we stayed in touch. We had very little in common besides money and women, but that was enough to tie us together. Of course, I had never really been as much of a womanizer as Jeff was. If I thought I treated woman like a piece of ass, Jeff did it all ten times worse. I fucked around plenty, but Jeff put me to shame.

  “Evan, good to hear from you,” Jeff said when he answered the phone.

  “What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

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nbsp; “Nothing yet. I was waiting for you to call me.”

  “Don’t pull your tricks on me,” I said, laughing. “Save your lies for the girls you’re trying to get in bed with you.”

  Jeff laughed. “Nothing like an old friend to remind me that I can be transparent. What did you have in mind for tonight?”

  “How about a nightclub? I heard Lavo is really great.”

  “Well, look at you, letting down your hair, you old fart,” Jeff said. “I go to Lavo all the time.”

  “So, you’re in?”

  “For sure. Anything to pick up some pussy.”

  Jeff was the perfect wingman. We had the same outlook when it came to women. He loved women because he could fuck them. A new woman every night was a successful week to him. I didn’t like fucking around that much–even I had limits–but when I was in the mood for a casual fling, Jeff knew just where to go.

  With him at my side, I could see Scarlett tonight without it being weird.

  She was going with Lily, but maybe if I could see her, touch her, and dance with her, I could convince her to come home with me.

  Was I going out to stalk her? No. I was just going to watch her. I was going to enjoy her from a distance. And if she got some other male attention, well, I would make sure that she was safe. It was the least I could do. Maybe I was being overprotective, but I had a good reason to keep an eye on the future mother of my child.

  Jeff came to my place before we went out. He wore jeans and a collared shirt that was tucked in. He’d shaven, and his cologne was so strong, I was sure it would cling to my shirt. Jeff looked neat, but he looked like an older guy. The typical, tucked in shirt routine just didn’t work anymore. Did it?

  “How do you get women dressing like that?” I asked.

  “Well, excuse me, Mr. GQ,” Jeff said. “Women love this shit, man. The daddy game is all the rage now. They just love calling me ‘Daddy’ when we fuck. If that’s what they want,” he tugged at his collar, “then who am I to deny it?”

  “And if they want something else?” I asked.