Page 55 of Whiskey and Regret

“No,” he said quickly. “I want to taste you just like that. Soaking wet. Sore. Swollen.”

I pressed my knees together and stifled a moan. How had he turned into walking, talking sex? Had he always been this way and I just didn’t want to see it because he was my boss?

He’d always been sexy but I never pegged him for being dominant and possessive in the bedroom. I loved that shit. It turned me on beyond belief. Especially finding someone who would put up with my mouth and attitude then put me in my place.

“What is this going to be, Evander? You want me as your nanny-fuck-toy or…”

“We’re going to talk about that now.” He plucked open the buttons on his shirt and I focused on the fresh white undershirt stretched over his hard muscles. “I’m going to be upfront with you, Xari. I don’t do relationships. That’s especially true now that Frankie is staying with me.”

“Okay. Relationships aren’t my thing anyway. I have to focus on the harp too much to be a good girlfriend.” He eyed me for a moment then nodded after taking a drink.

“I don’t catch feelings either. This…moment between us is for fun. For stress relief.” Another drink. More buttons opened on his shirt and I felt my temperature rise. I wanted to see him naked in all his fine-ass glory. He was taking too damn long.

I knelt up on the plush bed and moved over to the edge so I could help him out of his clothes faster. I slipped his shirt off his shoulders and he chuckled.

“Impatient?”

“Very.” I tugged his undershirt free from his pants and pulled it over his head.

Finally.

I soaked in his tattoos and thick cuts of muscle like sunshine on a beach. He was beautiful.

Caramel skin decorated with colorful tattoos. The most prominent one was over his left pectoral. It said Francesca in gorgeous script font. A gardenia was wrapped around the F in her name giving it a gentle touch.

God. Frankie would never forgive me for fucking her father. I promised her I wouldn’t turn into one of those women who went crazy over Evander and there I was naked in his bed, drooling over his amazing body and immaculate dick.

No fucking wonder Alexis was bat shit. Evander’s dick caused mental illness. That had to be it.

“So, no relationship. No feelings. Does that pretty much cover it?” I tugged on his belt and he chuckled.

“Not exactly.” He gripped my wrist and snatched it away from his pants, making me pout. He leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard and quick, making me yelp. The pain dulled and in its place was a slow pulse. I touched the tender spot with my tongue and tried to ignore the wetness starting to pool inside me. “We can’t let Frankie know, Xari. This is between you and me. That’s it.”

“Agreed.”

“You will sleep in your own bed while Frankie is here. Don’t wake up beside me. Got it?” A pang of something sour rattled through me but I ignored it. So what if he didn’t want me sleeping beside him? Who said I wanted to?

“Okay. Fine,” I said with a little more frost in my tone than I’d intended.

“Good. Stop being such a brat about it. You’ll get dick every night if you behave.” He reached down, grabbing my ass.

“I’m not being a brat about it.”

“You are. You’re easier to read than you think.” I ignored his arrogance and went back to unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his strong thighs. He undressed the rest of the way then stood there for me to admire because he knew I would. I had no idea he was hiding so much arrogance under the buttoned-up façade he showed everyone else.

That shit turned me on.

“I want to ride your dick,” I told him, stroking his cock until it stiffened in my hand and stood up to greet me.

“After you ride my face.”

Wow. He knew my love language. How perceptive of him.

My smile widened at his words. He laid flat on his back, his long, thick dick stretching toward the ceiling. I watched for a few minutes hypnotized by the steady bob of it. I wondered how fast I made the blood rush through his veins. I wonder how hot the fire was.

“Sit,” he said, pointing to his sexy face. I was all for the one-word commands, especially if he could successfully make me obey. Right then, I wanted to obey every word as long as he kept the mind-blowing orgasms coming.

I knelt over his face, trying to position myself properly on his mouth while I gripped the tufted headboard for support. I knew when my pussy connected with his lips because he let out a low, silky groan that left tendrils of heat spiraling down my thighs. It was in direct contrast with the cool crisp sheets under my knees.