Chapter 7 Evie
Evie
Iget to a steamy part in my audiobook, but all it’s doing is making me think about Valeri and how good it had felt when he’d cupped my pussy like he owned it and then made me come so fucking easily.
I finish cleaning up the last row of books and turn, nearly having a heart attack when I see Valeri leaning casually against the wall at the end of the aisle, staring at me with a heated look that has me sucking in a quick breath of air.
The pink roses in his hand are gorgeous, and when he curls his finger at me, beckoning me over, my feet start moving automatically.
I have just enough time to think about how awful I must look before I’m standing right in front of him.
His smile is pure sin when he drags a finger along my cheek before pulling out one of my earbuds.
“Oh wait,” I quickly say, but it’s too late. He’s already putting it in his ear, lifting a dark brow at me when he’s thrown right into the explicit sex scene.
“Aren’t you full of surprises,” he says, giving me a wink.
He listens as the man in the story lays the woman down and spreads her thighs wide before burying his head between her legs.
Valeri leans closer and ghosts his lips over mine.
“Listen, lapochka, listen to everything he’s doing to her, because it’s exactly what I want to do to you. ”
“Damn,” I whisper.
He smiles and cups the back of my head, fisting my ponytail and tilting my head back even more.
Giving my bottom lip a soft suck, he lets his teeth graze over my skin, and when the man slides his tongue into the woman’s pussy, Valeri slides his tongue between my lips, pulling a moan from me as my knees grow weak.
I listen to the woman climax in the story, but all I can think about is getting closer to Valeri.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hike a leg up, smiling when he immediately cups his free hand under my ass and lifts me with ease.
I cling to him, not caring if it makes me look needy or desperate or whatever the fuck else.
I want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Pulling back, I take out my earbud and grab his too before stuffing them in my pocket. “I just want you,” I say, cupping his face and looking into the green eyes that are now so familiar to me.
He smiles and grabs the roses he brought me. “Sorry they’re a little squished, but that was one hell of a hello kiss.”
“They’re so beautiful,” I tell him, bringing them closer so I can smell them. “No one’s ever bought me flowers.”
“I’ve never bought anyone flowers, so it’s a first for me too.”
“Good,” I say, making him laugh. I know I’m going to get very few firsts with a man like Valeri, so I’m going to cherish every single one of them. When I tighten my legs around his waist and lean closer so I can run my tongue over his top lip, he lets out a groan and squeezes my ass.
“You drive me crazy, Evie,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re all I can fucking think about.”
“It’s the coveralls,” I tell him. “They drive the men crazy.”
He gives a deep laugh, and the sound of it has quickly become one of my most favorite things. “Other men better not be looking at you, but you do look adorable in them.”
I run my fingers over his stubbled jaw, kissing the dimple when it makes an appearance and then slowly working my way to his ear. His breath hitches when I run my tongue over his earlobe before giving it a suck.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” he groans when I rock my hips, desperate to grind against something.
“You’re the one who showed up at my work looking all sexy,” I remind him. “This is really all your fault.”
“I did show up, but I also caught you listening to your book, so something tells me you were already riled up before I even got here.”
“Only because it made me think about you,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?”
I kiss his neck, hungry for the taste of him. “I was thinking about how much I liked it when you cupped my pussy like you owned it.”
He fists my ponytail again and pulls me back so he can see me. His eyes are darker, the pupils blown, and the look on his face is one of pure, raw need.
“I do own it, Evie. Every fucking inch of you is mine and only mine.”
If anyone else said that to me, I’d be running as fast as my short legs would take me, but in Valeri’s arms, all I can do is nod in agreement, because every part of me is already his, even if he hasn’t taken it yet.
“There’s a study cubicle in the corner,” I say, pointing behind him.
He gives me a wink and carries me to the small room.
When he shuts the door, there’s enough light coming in from the main room for us to see each other.
He sets me down on the table and kisses me hard.
I set the flowers aside and tug off my glasses because they constantly get in the way and then start to unzip my coveralls.
When I begin to pull them off my upper body, he groans and breaks the kiss.
“What are you doing, lapochka?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, because I’ve been clueless and running on nothing but instinct ever since he first pressed his lips to mine. “I just want you closer.”
When I’ve pulled them down to my waist, he groans and slides his hands down my body, gripping my hips and tilting me back before cupping my pussy like he knows I love. His fingers drag along my jeans, sending shivers of pleasure all through me, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I moan, reaching down to unbutton my jeans.
“Fuck,” he groans, watching me unzip my pants.
Without a word, he scoots the chair out and picks me up, sitting down with me in his lap so my back is pressed against his chest. I feel the hard length of him beneath my ass and rock my hips.
“You feel what you do to me? You’re about to make me lose my goddamn mind, baby. ”
He slides a hand across my stomach and slowly drags a finger along the top of my panties, just barely dipping inside.
Goosebumps rise all over my skin, and my heart is racing so fast I can feel every damn beat.
I watch his fingers, waiting for them to dip lower, and when he doesn’t, I hook my thighs outside his, spreading my legs even wider and let out a frustrated huff of air.
“Is this what you want?” he whispers against my ear.
“Yes, please yes,” I beg, feeling him smile against my ear.
He slowly slides his hand down, touching me where no one else ever has, and the sensation has me gasping and reaching down to clutch at his thighs for support.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans when he’s cupping my bare pussy. There’s nothing between us, and as much as I’m dying for him to slide a finger inside, he doesn’t. He just cups me tightly, keeping a finger pressed against my slit, and the sensation is maddening and exquisite and fucking perfect.
“You’re so wet, baby.” His voice sounds strained, and his accent is thicker than usual.
“Please, Valeri,” I beg.
His other hand slides under my T-shirt and runs over my stomach, grazing my skin in a featherlight touch that I swear nearly pushes me right over the edge. I rock my hips, trying like hell to get myself off. He laughs and gives my earlobe a soft suck.
“My sweet girl is always so hungry and eager to come.” He gives me a soft bite that pulls a mewling sound from me that under any other circumstance would leave me embarrassed. Now I just don’t give a fuck. All I can think about is how damn good this feels and how badly I need more.
“Please,” I beg again, trying to rock even harder.
He gives a soft laugh and bites the crook of my neck while slowly dragging his finger over my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, and right when I’m about to explode, he stops. I let out a frustrated groan and grip his thighs harder.
“Patience, sweetheart. I’m enjoying this way too much to rush it.”
He keeps teasing me, bringing me right to the edge and then pulling back until I’m shaking and my body is so desperate for release that I’m on the verge of tears.
“I can’t take any more,” I pant. “Please, Valeri.”
“God, I love watching you come undone,” he groans. “I’m afraid to slide into you. I’m afraid that once I feel the wet heat of your tight virgin pussy I’ll lose all control.”
“Do it,” I beg, spreading my legs even wider.
He groans and slowly presses his finger even harder against my soaking wet slit, parting my lips and delving inside. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to be the end of me.”
My head falls back as he slowly starts to finger-fuck me, hitting my clit with each stroke, and when I start to come, he turns my face so he can kiss me through it.
My hips rock and buck against him while my tongue finds his and I moan his name, clenching around his finger and feeling drunk on pure ecstasy.
Wanting him closer, I turn my upper body as much as I can, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him harder while he works my clit, keeping the orgasm going far longer than I ever thought possible.
By the time the aftershocks start, I’m shaking and more than a little in love with him. I’m in big, big trouble. I’ve fallen too hard and too fast, but there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it. I’m completely lost to him.
“Valeri,” I whisper, resting my forehead against his. His green eyes are hooded with desire, and I know if he asked me to, I’d happily give him my virginity right here in this tiny study cubicle.
“Yes, lapochka?” he says in a lazy voice, softly rimming my clit with his finger as another aftershock runs through me.
Instead of humiliating myself by declaring my love for him, I say, “I want to do something for you.”
“You already do plenty for me.”
“I’m being serious. It’s not fair. I want to make you feel good too.”