34. Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Logan
Evie texts me to let me know we have to talk about a work thing. As soon as I can, I make my way to her office. It doesn't take much to convince me to trek from the field to the admin side of the building. The way my chest feels, I'm eager to see her. Even though I saw her this morning, after waking up together in my bed.
An extra chance to see her. Yes, thank you.
Now I rush through the halls of the Thunderdome, feeling like I'm strolling on clouds. I can barely recognize the sensations, they're so new. I've never felt like this. I may not know exactly what this feeling is, but I know it means I'm down bad.
Fuck. It's a first.
Her door is ajar, and I push it with a finger to open it and check inside. Evie leans on her desk, an elbow on the wood and her head in her hand. Her lovely hair falls down like a waterfall, and she holds her desk phone’s headset to her ear.
"Mhh. Yeah. Yes," she says .
I go into her office and close the door softly behind me. The click brings her eyes to me, and they soften as she gazes my way. She straightens on her chair, smiles, and calls me in with a hand.
She opens a notebook she keeps nearby and writes on it.
Sorry, I have to stay on this call.
I kiss her on the temple because why not, before writing my response.
Come home with me tonight?
Yes, she writes back. Dinner would be lovely.
Stay over. You might as well bring a few things and keep them at my place, too.
Writing it down means I had time to change my mind, and not put such a thing with blue ink on white paper.
My script looks blocky next to her quick scrawl and, to my infatuated heart, it looks like a great aesthetic combination.
Not tired of what we're doing yet? , she writes.
She gazes at me with curious eyes. The brown of her irises has a soft shine to it, like butterfly wings in the sunlight.
My heart takes on the speed it usually reserves for high-stress situations on the field.
Damn. This feeling inside, it gets stronger by the minute.
I gulp, and I focus on not letting my script look shaky.
Not at all. I would show you , I add, but it might distract you.
She smirks before taking the pen back. You can try. I can control myself around you.
I smirk. I recognize a challenge when I hear one and, hell. I need the distraction, too.
The beat of my heart stays up, but for different reasons now. I kneel next to her and turn her swivel chair so she faces me. She keeps the phone at her ear, but her eyes follow each one of my movements. The little smile on her face is a dare, and it pushes on every competitive button in my brain .
Sweet, sweet distraction. This isn't a bet, but I'll win it too. And I'll enjoy every second of it.
Lavender reaches my nose first. I kiss her neck. She drops her head to the side to give me access, and I make a long pass of my tongue on the column under my mouth. My hands come up to her chest. I fondle her breasts through the fabric, and note the texture of her bra underneath the blouse. I pop one button open, then the next. I expect her to stop me but she doesn't. Once I've run down her front, I push the soft fabric aside, to find a piece of lingerie I got for her.
I have to bite my bottom lip hard not to groan and make noise. This is why she dared me, too. She wants me to see.
She's still staring at me with a challenge in her eyes. I shake my head. She has no idea what this all makes me want to do.
Our eyes locked, I work her nipples through the lace of her underwear. When she doesn't stop me, I push her loose skirt up to her waist, pull her legs open and kneel between them. With hands firm on her hips, I bring her forward until her ass is at the edge of the chair. Her mouth opens in a silent gasp, and her hand holds on to the headset for dear life.
She clears her throat. "Yep. Absolutely."
I run a thumb over her lip. Her eyes are heated, and I'm hard like a rock. I give her a few seconds to tell me somehow that I should stop… but she doesn't.
I lift a defying eyebrow and drop to her neck again. Her earlobe is soft as I nibble on it. I rub my erection on her like we're teenagers dry humping on the living room sofa, praying no one will pop by unannounced and discover us like this.
She's barely managing her breathing. It's quiet and controlled, but it hitches with a softness that is driving me wild. The creaking of plastic is the loudest sound, because as well as she's keeping quiet, she's gripping the phone hard enough to make it whine.
Her free hand comes to my hair. She pulls from it like she usually does and the pain makes me see stars. I slide two fingers under the silk of her panties .
"Yep. Good idea. Yes," she says to the phone in an almost professional tone.
I hide a chuckle, push my fingers into her wetness, then rub her clit. Her body jerks in a small jolt, but she can't hide that very well. I suck on her neck and rub myself on her thigh, while my fingers work on her.
She undulates on the chair, pulls harder at my hair, and I have to move my hips away to stop myself from making a mess in my practice joggers.
"If you kiss me while you're coming," I whisper so low into her free ear that only she can hear me, "the sounds you make will be mine too."
Her mouth is parted in lust, just like mine. I nibble on her bottom lip and pull. I push two fingers into her and pump, and her eyes turn glassy with pleasure.
"That's correct." There's a tiny hiccup to the last word, but she hides it well. "A-ha."
I add my thumb to her clit, and the trembling starts in her limbs.
"Sorry— just a sec—" she scrambles and pushes a few buttons on the phone. "Don't stop."
She kisses me, hard. I keep fucking her with my hand, and her orgasm squeezes my thick fingers tight. She moans and the trembling breaks into shaking.
"You're perfect," I say. "I can't get enough of you."
Her eyes lock with mine. Her orgasm finally subsides and I pull my fingers out. I suck them clean and moan.
"Wow," she whispers.
"How long can you make them wait?" I ask.
"I shouldn't have paused that call."
I nod. "We'll talk at dinner?"
"Sure. Thank you, I guess?"
I chuckle. "You're welcome."
She kisses me once more, presses the same button, and goes back to her call. "Yes, thank you, sorry for the interruption. I'm here again."
I take the pen and write a final note.
Good job pretending you can resist me .
She smirks and I leave her office with a smile.
Maybe if I keep her happy and well fucked, she'll decide I might as well have her heart.
I think she already has mine.