Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
THEO
Aday alone with Evie isn’t enough, but it’s all we get.
The next day, we’re back to work and back outside.
She fully recovered from her last spill in the woods.
Now that the moment has passed, I can admit I’ve seen worse.
Her scrapes healed quickly, and she’s not emotionally scarred to the point that she refuses to return with me.
In fact, she requests it.
The trip is nearly over, and things are running smoothly now. Everyone seems to know what they’re doing. Some have returned to the office, and some new people have joined, but they’re all quick learners. They learn from each other.
Evie has been the perfect distraction on this trip, but as I walk around the woods, every employee has my attention. I’m proud of them. They all care enough about my dream that they’re here. Sure, I’m paying them, but they don’t have to be here. They could get paid in the office.
They’re choosing this. It’s the same choice I made when I founded Intentional Paper.
Evie no longer tries her hand at planting. After filming a few videos, she rests on a log and taps away at her iPad. Usually, she would do her work in our little cabin, but I don’t have a single complaint about her choosing to be here with me.
Even though she’s in the shade, I swear she’s glowing.
When she looks up at me, her eyes crinkling with warmth, I melt into a puddle at her feet.
I belong to her. I’ll give her whatever she wants.
There’s work to do, and I want to work as hard as my employees.
How am I supposed to when she’s right here?
A tug at my chest leads me in her direction. As far as anyone else can tell, I am still working. They don’t know I’m coming up with other ideas. We still have to keep our secrets.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?” I whisper, flexing my fingers.
“Only three times since breakfast”—she leans in—“but saying it around the others is bold.”
“You make me feel bold.” I swallow thickly, looking around. “Come on. I have something to show you.”
“Do you?” She lifts a brow and sets her iPad down, following me into the woods.
“Uh-huh.”
I have nothing to show her, and I can’t think of a single excuse as we wander away from the group.
The woods are thick. Hopefully, it’s enough to conceal us from the others.
With her hand in mine, I hide behind a tree and pull her closer.
A sound of surprise falls from her mouth before our lips clash, and her arms fling around my neck, keeping me close.
“I don’t think I can have you around here anymore.” I hold her jaw in one hand. “How am I supposed to work when you look so beautiful?” My fingers brush the bottom of her skirt, teasing the soft skin.
“You’d better figure it out,” she whispers. “The trees need planting, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good. Don’t go. Stay with me.”
One time with Evie was never going to be enough. It’s impossible to get her out of my system. She lives there now, a part of me, and I’ll never be able to shake off the need.
I devour her, far past hungry—I’m starving for her. Her plush lips beneath mine are enough to make my desire rise, my pants tightening. Her body pressing to mine doesn’t help matters, not one bit.
The slightest brush of her slender form against mine awakens feelings in me that have been dormant for so long. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at me.
A stream of light shines on her face, illuminating a single oceanic iris. Her chest heaves with each breath. I run my thumb down her wet lips, and she opens her mouth, taking my finger between her teeth.
“Will you get on your knees for me?” I whisper. “Please, baby?”
“Yes, sir.” She drops to her knees without a moment of hesitation, without a single worry about the rough ground beneath her soft knees. She’s still sparkling, her eyes crinkling with mirth as she peers up at me.
Evie is perfect and pristine in her pastels. She always seems so put together; this isn’t an exception, but seeing her on the ground, in my element, is different. I can’t think of a more beautiful sight.
She leans in, pressing her lips against my bulge, kissing me through my pants. We don’t have time for teasing, but I’m not strong enough to stop her. I use my grip on her hair to pull her closer, forcing her wet, swollen lips to rub against my bulge.
“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, so sweetly, almost as sweet as she is.
“Yes.” She squirms, and it’s hard to say if it’s from desire or discomfort.
Her poor knees. I’ll have to take care of them once we’re back in the cabin.
I take off my belt, in a hurry to unzip my pants, when a thought comes to me. We don’t have time for this, but…
“Hands behind your back,” I grunt.
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yes.” I use my belt to bind her hands there, making quick work of it, and finally push down my pants. My cock springs free, leaking from the tip. There’s never been a more erotic sight than Evie on her knees for me—and in the restraints. I groan without a single touch.
My fingers are back in her hair in an instant.
“You need to take care of me without those pretty hands,” I murmur. “Think you can do that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” I guide my cock into her mouth.
Evie’s glistening lips wrap around the tip, her tongue flicking to gather my precum. Her eyes close as she sucks, bobbing her head to take me in deeper.
“Eyes on me.” I pull her hair tighter. “Don’t look away, not even for a second.”
I want to know she’s thinking of me, and when her eyes lock with mine, I’m sure she is. There’s affection swelling behind them. She takes me deeper, letting my cock disappear into her soft, warm mouth.
The tree becomes my support as I lean onto it, my head rolling back.
Even without her hands, she knows how to get me off. Perfect and pristine can’t precisely describe her anymore, with saliva dripping from her lips and lewd sounds coming from her mouth as she sucks my soul out.
I would happily give it to her—give her anything if it means she holds me here at the cusp of desire—but I need more. I need to feel her pussy clenching around me again. I pull her head back, and the whiny sound she makes goes right to my dick.
“Stand up,” I say gruffly—rough and demanding with my words, but I still help her to her feet.
“But—”
“Don’t you want me to fill you? C’mon. I can already tell how needy you are.”
I turn her around, letting her lean on the tree. She’s so helpless here, bound for me, with wet underwear and a messy mouth. My cock juts under her skirt, teasing her through her underwear, and I grip her arm.
“Yes,” she whines. “Fill me. Fuck me. Please, sir.”
The people around the office aren’t allowed to call me ‘sir.’ I never liked the formality, but it’s different when it’s Evie. It’s for her. The single word, one syllable, goes right to my cock every damn time.
I push her underwear off to the side and fuck into her fluidly, not giving her a moment to adjust. We don’t have time.
Feeling her around me so suddenly, her pussy sucking me in and wrapping around me, almost makes me come on the spot.
I grunt, going still. The sound she makes is worth it—a needy moan.
Her back arches, begging me for more, and I give it to her.
Moving my hand to her mouth, I muffle her noises, keeping her quiet as I roll my hips into her. We can’t take too long, but I need to feel her come—to make her shake and clench around my throbbing length.
“Everyone can hear you,” I whisper into her ear as I slam into her. I rub her clit the way she likes—the way I got her off the first time. “But you like that, don’t you? You want them all to know?”
It’s something we only want in moments like these. The idea of anyone seeing us turns us on, but the thought of them knowing about us is another story.
She moans against my hand, and I circle my hips, letting her feel every inch.
“They can’t know.” I nip at her earlobe. “This is all for me. You’d better stay quiet, or you’ll be in trouble later.”
“I’m trying,” she whimpers. “You’re so big, sir.”
“No excuses. Be a good girl and take my cock.”
I thrust into her hard, not making it easy for her to listen to my commands. We’re far enough away that the others shouldn’t be able to hear, but that doesn’t keep her from shaking from my words.
“Yes, sir.”
I cover her mouth with my hand, my words hot and harsh against her ear. “That’s right. You love letting me use your pussy, don’t you? Even in the middle of the workday. You love knowing you can have this cock whenever you want it.”
The only response is a muffled moan vibrating against my hand. Her back arches, silently begging for more—and I give her as much as I can.
This won’t last much longer. My abdomen coils with pressure. I press my hands harder—one against her mouth and one against her throbbing clit.
“Be a good girl and come for me.” The command is whinier than I mean for it to be, but I’m past caring about how desperate I sound. “I need to feel it. Come on, baby.”
She listens, as she always does, going limp under my touch. If not for the tree, she would stumble over. I hold her up as best as I can as we chase our release together. Everything together. It will always be us.
Her body is flush against mine as I spill my seed into her clenching, shaking pussy.