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I tore myself away from her long enough to rip her shirt over her head before I did the same with mine. Then I reached behind her and quickly divested her of her bra.

“Fucking hell,” I breathed. With a gentle push, she fell back onto her mattress, and I followed her down. Cupping her breasts with my hands, I captured one nipple with my lips and used my fingers to toy with the other one.

While I continued to lavish her breasts with attention, she pushed her jeans down her legs and kicked them across the room. Sitting back on my knees, I took in the sight of Evie’s gorgeous body, only clad in a skimpy pair of panties.

She started to sit up, but I pushed her back down and removed the last bit of clothing from her body. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to know what she tasted like.

Pushing her legs farther apart, I dropped down to my stomach and captured her clit with my mouth.

“Edge,” she moaned and clasped a handful of my hair.

I continued licking and sucking while she writhed and moaned. Then I added two fingers to my ministrations, pumping them in and out.

“Edge,” she panted. “I’m going to come.”

“Yeah, you fucking are,” I said and continued with what I was doing.

Moments later, I felt her tense before her pussy tightened around my fingers and pulsed with pleasure. The sounds she made were music to my ears, and I was eager to hear more from her.

When I was certain she was finished, I looked up to find her staring down at me. She reached for my arms and pulled me on top of her. “I need you to fuck me,” she said and started undoing my jeans.

I grabbed a condom from my wallet before I pushed my jeans and boxer briefs off. I made quick work of rolling the condomdown my shaft and lining myself up with her entrance. Then I met her eyes and pushed inside.

“Fuck,” I breathed. She felt amazing. I was torn between staying still to relish in the feeling and fucking her into another dimension. She made the decision for me when she wrapped her legs around my waist and silently urged me to move.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but it wasn’t long enough. I knew right then and there that I would never get enough of her. I held out as long as I could and made her come again before I found my own release.

After we had a few minutes to catch our breath, Evie said, “I hope this doesn’t change things between us.”

“I do.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to be your friend, Evie. I want to be more than that.”

“Oh,” she said and smiled softly. “I want to be more than friends, too.”

“Good. I’m glad we got that settled.” With that, I pulled her to me and proceeded to show her how much I liked being more than friends.

11

EVIE

Iwas thinking about Edge and replaying everything that had happened the night before when I walked into the diner.

“It’s about time,” Irene said when she saw me.

Glancing at the clock to make sure I wasn’t late, my brows furrowed in confusion. “For what?” I asked.

Irene grinned. “If that goofy smile is anything to go by, I’m guessing you and Edge finally figured out y’all are more than the friends you claim to be.”

“Yes,” I said, and for the first time in my life, I truly understood what it meant to swoon.

Irene stepped closer and lowered her voice. “Don’t keep an old lady waiting. How was he? On a scale of limp dick to wild ride?”

“You are by no means an old lady.”

“Nice try, but you can’t distract me with flattery. Now, spill. I’ve always wondered if those bikers lived up to the expectations of every woman who’s ever gawked at them.”