Chapter Nineteen
There wasn’t a chance in hell I was leaving.
Not when every man who walked past Evelyn practically undressed her with their eyes on their way to the restroom. I had to stop myself from following each of them and plucking their eyeballs out.
Mentally, I added that ridiculously delicious short dress into the pile of clothing I wanted to both rip off her and burn at the same time.
She was joined by the same five-foot-nothing blonde from the cake tasting. Lola Juniper, the pro-figure skater who reminded me of one of those lap dogs. The yappy, yet fiercely loyal kind.
Both women were dressed in clothing that turned nearly every head walking by.
My eyes, however, were only set on Evelyn.
The dress clung to her hips, sculpting them as if they were carved by Michelangelo himself. The length of the dress showcased every inch of her long, pale legs. On the back of her left knee was a freckle right in the center, demanding that I run my tongue along it and see if she tasted as good as I dreamed.
She may have been my enemy’s daughter and my meal ticket to taking him down, but it didn’t stop me from admiring her—from wanting her.
Merde, why did she affect me so badly?
She tipped her head back and laughed at something the bartender said, revealing her slender exposed throat as he passed her another glass of red wine.
Olivier left shortly after their arrival. He didn’t try to convince me to join him. Rather, the grinning dick seemed to enjoy the tension rolling through my spine and the fraying lack of control I was having to stop myself from marching across the bar and claiming what was mine.
I perched myself at the edge of the booth, the darkness of the dimly lit bar keeping me hidden from her. She stayed engaged in conversation with the over-friendly bartender for nearly half an hour, smiling at whatever he had to say—what could be so utterly thrilling that he captivated her attention?
The bartender said something else that made her cheeks flush with more laughter.
What the fuck could be so funny?
I moved before I realized, green waves of jealousy tinging my actions as I approached her. Hand pressing into the small of her back, she instantly seized. A simple look to the bartender was enough to make him finally attend to the other patrons at the bar. “Bonsoir, ma douceur.”
Her pupils dilated. “Jaxon, what are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Her tongue rolled along her bottom lip, heavy eyes exploring mine. There was a longing brewing in those field-of-green. The alcohol must have been lowering her guard. “We wanted to come out. It’s been a long day.”
“Ah.” I chuckled, watching her scoot closer to me. Definitely alcohol fueling her actions. “How was your first day?”
“She kicked ass,” Lola interrupted. “That’s why I told her to come out. She has to celebrate being such a badass!”
Something like pride swelled in my chest.
Evelyn’s cheeks flamed pink. “I mean, I didn’t tank the company, but there is still time yet.”
“You should be proud of yourself.” Lola grinned.
“She’s right.” I smiled, which only grew when she beamed back at me. “The first day is always the hardest.”
Lola slammed the rest of her drink back. “Between dealing with stuffy investors all day who were clearly trying to undermine your ability, total dickheads, and having to deal with your walking dildo of an ex-fiancé, you nailed it, Evie.”
Her ex-fucking-what?
“Your ex-fiancé stopped by?” I tried and failed to reign in my lethal tone.
Evelyn refused to meet my gaze. “He dropped in this morning.”
“Ah.” I saw nothing but unforgiving red. “A scheduled appointment?”
“No, he caught me off guard.”
“I see. Stopping by to wish you congratulations, was he? Perhaps to give you a wedding gift?”
Her throat bobbed. “Something like that.”
“Don’t lie to me, Evelyn.”
The mere thought of another man being close to her, touching her, made the blood pumping through my veins turn acidic. Laurence broke things off with her. He had his fucking chance, and he blew it. Evelyn was mine now, and I didn’t take well to those trying to take what belonged to me.
“Tell me.”
A hint of defiance crossed her face. “It’s not important.”
“Another man who used to fuck my wife shows up out of the blue to talk to her. I’d say that is quite important.”
“I’m not really your wife, Jaxon. Remember what you said? We’re just business at the end of the day. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She stepped out of my touch. “I’m going to use the restroom.”
She walked away, the hem of her dress writhing along the curve of her ass. I followed her through the dark bar, arm snaking around her waist as I pulled her into the unmanned cloak room.
She gasped. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“We weren’t finished talking,” I said, closing the door behind me.
The room was no different to the rest of the bar with its poor lighting. Coats of every material hung around us, the mixture of aftershaves and perfumes was overpowering, but I couldn’t focus on anything but her.
The way her eyebrow kinked in confusion.
The way her breath grew heavy.
The parting of her lips as if she, too, felt the jolt of electricity forming between us.
Evelyn balked away from me. “There’s nothing else to talk about. Laurence stopped in this morning. He wanted to say congratulations and that’s all.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” I stepped towards her, watching her inch away until her back found a wall. “What did he want, ma douceur? And be warned, lie to me again, and I will be forced to punish you.”
She swallowed thickly as her lips pursed into a perfect pout that cried out to be bruised and swollen.
“Or maybe that’s what you want?” I moved closer, so close that her chest brushed against mine with each heavy rush of breath. “Is that what you like, Evelyn? To be punished? The type of punishment that brings you to your knees, begging for it?”
How delicious she’d look on her knees with lipstick and mascara trailing down her face as she begged for more. Her perfect skin marked and branded by me, so with each move the next day she would be reminded exactly who she belonged to.
Fuck, what was she doing to me?
She exhaled unevenly. “Laurence… he said he still cares for me. That if I ever need him, I can always reach out to him.”
Even hearing her say his name made me want to burn everything to the ground.
I placed a single finger under her chin, tilting her head up to me. “Do you still care for him?” My leg nestled between hers, pinning her to the wall. “Do you still love him?”
Her voice barely a whisper. “Does it matter?”
“Oui.” I dipped my head, tracing my lips along the shell of her ear. “You remember what I told you about my lack of appetite for sharing?” Her body shuddered. I raised my leg, pressing the flat of my thigh perfectly against her. A moan flew from her lips. “I meant every word, Evelyn. I. Do. Not. Fucking. Share.”
Maybe it was the alcohol fueling her, or maybe she too was affected by whatever was happening between us, but she pushed herself down and ground her warm cunt against my leg. “This thing between us isn’t real.”
I encased her wrist with one hand, pulling her wedding-ring hand up between us. “So long as you wear this ring, wear my surname, you are mine.” My other hand disappeared between her legs and pulled her underwear to the side. “Do you understand?”
Running two fingers along, wetness gathered on the tips as I slid my fingers up and down her lazily, teasing her swollen clit. Her body shook, eyes growing hazy with lust. It took every inch of my crumbling willpower not to plunge myself deep within her right there and then.
I bet she felt fucking perfect. Tight and warm, just for me.
Christ, she was going to be the death of me.
Removing my fingers, I brought them to her mouth. “Open.”
An ember of the fiery defiance I’d seen time and time again flickered into existence, her urge to fight back against me, to remain in control.
Slowly, she opened her mouth.
There was no need to ever visit the Louvre again, not after witnessing such a masterpiece.
Her tongue lay flat as I put the two glistening fingers into her mouth. “Do you know what you taste like?”
The second I placed my leg back and rubbed against her, she grabbed my shoulders and moaned around my fingers. The sound was a symphony I’d never tire of listening to. My hand grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to look at me as she leaked over my leg, writhing and grinding her clit against me. “You taste like mine.”
I didn’t touch any other part of her.
I was too lost in watching her hips move, her lips puckered around my fingers, and the way her body shuddered.
I ran the tip of my nose along the edge of her jaw. “Make no mistake, you’re mine whether this is real or not.”
Evelyn tried to speak, but I silenced her by slipping my fingers further into her mouth. I prepared for her to bite one of my fingers off. Surprise and blood rushed through me as she sucked her own arousal from my fingers, her eyes watering as her entire body began to tremble. Hips bucking harder onto my leg, the sound of her quickening muffled moans and the lull of distant music filled the cloakroom.
“That’s it,” I exhaled against her ear. “Come on my leg like a good girl.”
She erupted, her entire body seizing and twitching as the orgasm tore through her. I didn’t relent, keeping my hand on the back of her neck, slipping my fingers further into her mouth until she gagged around them. My leg stayed firmly grinding against her, letting her ride each wave of pleasure ripping through her body.
It was hypnotic.
We stayed that way until she rode out every last drop of pleasure, droplets of drool sliding down from the corners of her mouth and along the back of my hand.
Her body finally sagged, her breath coming out harshly as I removed my fingers and stepped away.
“Next time you have an unexpected visitor, call me.” I adjusted the sleeves of my shirt. “I have no problem explaining to anyone that needs clarifying what that wedding ring means.”