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  I’m not sure if I believed him or if I didn’t feel I deserved better. I never told Lee about it but I’m sure she suspected something. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, it was just the norm for me. My father beat my mother. She eventually divorced him when I was twelve. We couldn’t even send him to jail when my mom ended up in the hospital. She pleaded with me not to tell. She would lose her child support money. We were barely getting by as it was. I think back at how strong she was. What she had to give up and start all over with. She passed away three years ago of a heart attack. I never saw my dad after the divorce, I refused even though he reached out to me multiple times.

  “Evie, Lenora just called. She’s on her way over,” Maggie calls through the bathroom door.

  “All right, I’ll be right out.” I’m going to have to face this sooner than I thought. I know Lee will be happy for me, but she doesn’t know the situation. It was a one-night thing, only sex. It’s not a relationship. Not that I wouldn’t mind a relationship. But I don’t think that’s what Jake wants. He’s not the dating type. He’s the “bang the life out of you and return you home” kind of guy. By the time I towel off and grab a T-shirt and jeans, Lee is already walking through the front door. She must have called while she was on the road or already in town. She lives at least twenty minutes outside of the city.

  Maggie is bouncing in her chair next to the couch. She’s so giddy about me telling her. She knows Lee has tried to set me up with Jake multiple times. Lee collapses on the couch and groans. It must be tough being pregnant.

  “Hunter wore me out. It’s totally worth it though. Pregnancy sex is so amazing. I’m surprised more women don’t talk about it. The orgasms are unreal.” Lee sighs and rubs her large belly.

  I hear Maggie mumble “lucky bitch.” It makes me laugh. They both turn to look at me. Maggie gives me a devilish grin. Ugh, oh. She wouldn’t. No, this is Maggie. She totally would tell her about Jake.

  “Ask Evie what she did last night, or better yet, who she did.” Maggie sits back in her chair with a smug expression. Lee’s eyes shift to me with excitement. Maggie’s going to pay for that.

  I should just blurt it out and see how she takes it. Yeah, maybe we can skim over it quickly. I’ll try and make it look like it’s no big deal. It’s just sex. Lee knows I don’t want to get serious with a guy. I just needed to get laid, end of story.

  “Jake and I hooked up.” Lee definitely is surprised and maybe even in shock. I don’t know which way this is going to go. There’s a real long pause, and I now know there’s no skimming over this.

  “What do you mean hooked up?” Her eyes light up. She probably thinks we’re going to get married and have little Jakes. I wouldn’t mind having his babies, if he fucks me like that every night. I’m not looking for a relationship though. He makes me dream of what could be. I’m definitely keeping that thought to myself.

  “Well, Lenora,” Maggie begins. “When two very horny people need to get off, they wrestle in bed naked . . .”

  “Maggie, please. That just sounds gross when you say it like that. Evie?” Lee waits anxiously with a big grin on her face. Oh, no. I pace the living room, like I’m in trouble with my parents. I don’t even know what else to say.

  “Well, after you and I had dinner last night, I didn’t feel like going home.” I’m flailing my arms around. I’m sure I look insane. What is wrong with me? I continue. “I wanted to get another drink. I saw a new bar across the street, so I figured I would try it out. It wasn’t open for business yet, but the lights were on, so I didn’t realize that until I walked in. Jake was there working with the owner, he must be his client. He seemed stressed and like he needed to work off some steam. I was horny as hell and when he offered me something, I couldn’t refuse.”

  “His cock.” Maggie giggles. I shake my head. This is like explaining in front of my mother what sex is to a junior high friend. Except, everyone involved is excited I had sex. I think of Jake and all we did last night. We were two consenting adults who had a lot of fun.

  “A sexathon.” Both girls look at each other and then at me with mouths wide open. Ha! Take that girls. I bet they weren’t expecting me to say something like that. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting it from uptight Jake Westley. Oh boy, was I wrong about him. He’s a wizard in the sack.

  “What’s a sexathon?” Lee asks huskily. I smile knowingly. I stop pacing and cross my arms across my chest.

  “It’s when Jake fucks me until I almost die or pass out from the amount of orgasms I receive, which is what I did.” I sit down in the chair across from the couch where Lee’s sitting. Her eyes are bugged out.

  “Holy shit!” Maggie seems jealous, yet proud. Lee is fanning herself now.

  “That’s really hot.” Lee falls back against the couch with a dreamy look in her eyes. Damn, I need to make sure she knows this is not a relationship. It just happened.

  “That’s it, though. It was just one night and we both needed sex. It doesn’t mean anything. We aren’t dating, Lee.”

  She deflates a little. I see the moment she decides she’s going to play matchmaker. There’s a slight tilt to her lips and a gleam in her eye. She’s not taking “no” for an answer. Jake isn’t the dating type; I can tell. He’s a workaholic who needs to get laid occasionally.

  “Lenora, I can tell you’re scheming. Leave it alone, please.”

  She pouts like a scolded child.

  “Damn, y’all. I need the D, so bad.” Maggie sulks in her chair. I do feel bad for her. She hasn’t gotten any lately. I’ve never seen her with a guy. It’s sad. If anything, Lee should be concentrating on getting Maggie a man. She’s a catch. She owns her own business and has a hot curvy body that makes most men drool. You know that chick is also up for anything in the bedroom. She’s what guys dream of. I’m surprised some guy hasn’t snatched her up. Although, the stuff that comes out of her mouth sometimes . . . it takes a certain secure man to deal with a woman like Maggie.

  After Lee acquiesces to my pleading about Jake, we all spend the entire Saturday afternoon shopping and then break for lunch. It’s the perfect day after the perfect night. Jake isn’t far from my mind throughout the day. When I’m in bed later that night, I feel a bit bummed he didn’t ask me for my number. I’m sure he could always get it from Hunter if he wanted to. Well, at least I got one night and I got to see his impressive dick. That’s what I dream about all night, Jake’s perfect cock and my vagina not being sad anymore.

  7

  The following Monday morning I’m sitting at my desk at DFW Designs when my phone beeps with a text. I glance at the screen and am gobsmacked to see Jake’s name appear. I didn’t have him in my phone before. What the hell?

  Jake: I took the liberty and put my phone number in your cell. I hope you don’t mind.

  Well, that explains it. He must have done it while I was sleeping that morning. That’s kind of romantic. He probably did it just to be sensible or something. I pick up my phone and fire a quick text.

  Evie: Hi. That’s fine. What’s up?

  What’s up? I sound like a fifteen-year-old girl. It doesn’t take him long before he’s typing back.

  Jake: What are you doing tonight?

  What? First, he programs his phone number into my phone. Then, he’s asking what I’m doing tonight, like a date? Oh, it’s probably a booty call. Heck, yes.

  Evie: No plans yet.

  I smile to myself. I need to sound like I might have other options. I don’t want to sound desperate for his cock, which I am.

  Jake: Good. I’ll pick you up at work. Around 5 p.m.?

  How does he know where I work? Maybe Lenora told him.

  Evie: Yes. All right.

  I notice Jake didn’t ask me. He stated it like it like it was a fact and I had already accepted. He’s sneaky, but I like it. I look down at my attire. It’ll work. It’s a black shift dress and simple red pumps. My long dark brown hair is down today instead of in a bun, which is how I like to wear it at work. I take out my com
pact mirror and stare at my complexion. I don’t have any breakouts and no bags under my green eyes, a touch of red lipstick and I’ll be ready for my date. No, not a date. It’s just a hookup.

  After lunch, my boss Trent Calloway calls me into his office. When I was first hired here, I thought Trent was gay. I’m just not used to men in design being straight. He was also a little feminine in his mannerisms. Apparently, I was dead wrong because he’s said a few offhanded comments that’ve made me uncomfortable. Trent has made it pretty clear he wants to date me. I’m not feeling him though. I have no idea how he got in the design business; I think he has managerial experience and that’s why he got hired. Plus, I don’t want to be involved with someone from work. That just spells disaster. They just don’t work, dating your boss? No. I’ve told him this multiple times. He doesn’t seem to get the hint. Trent’s persistent. I close his office door behind me and sit down in a chair in front of his desk.

  “Evie, as you know, we landed the Cubin account and we’d like you to spearhead this project. I think your designs would be a perfect fit for their Highland Park tastes. I nod enthusiastically. The Cubin’s are notorious in Dallas, this would be huge for the firm. I’m surprised he’s giving the account to me. I’ve only been here about a year. There are seasoned veterans that are familiar with the family. When I cock my head as if to ask why, Trent gives me the explanation I’m searching for.

  “You were requested by them directly. They saw some of your work at Seguin’s estate and were impressed.”

  Wow. This is amazing. I can’t believe I got a referral on my own merit. As a designer you’re always looking for validation. This has got to be the best you can get. I give him a big smile and he returns it.

  “I’ll email you the details by morning and you can schedule to see their house next week.” It’s more like a mansion, not a house. I wonder if I’m only doing a few rooms or one. “Do you want to go have drinks to celebrate?”

  I sag. I hate having to tell him no all the time, especially since he’s my boss. It’s weird. Trent always puts me in this situation. Maybe one of these days he’ll get tired of asking.

  “Sorry, I have a date tonight.” I leave it at that and duck out of Trent’s office as quickly as I can. I nod to his assistant, Becky, outside. I feel bad for the woman. She’s his secretary. That must really suck. Becky’s really nice. I could see us being friends outside of the firm. I’ve seen some of her designs. I think Becky has raw talent. But Trent keeps shooting her down. She just doesn’t have a degree like all the rest of the designers have. You don’t really need one in design; it’s more for bragging rights and status. I give her a smile and head back to my office.

  I immediately call Lee and she’s over the moon for me. I call Maggie next and she thinks it’s awesome I’m going to be designing the Cubin’s family home. She asks if she can come with me and act as my assistant. I tell her she’s hilarious and hang up. By the time I’m wrapping up a design strategy for my huge new project, it’s five o’clock. There’s a slight tap on my door and Mr. Sexy himself walks in. Damn. Jake looks incredibly handsome. He’s wearing a dark blue suit, bright white dress shirt, and a light blue tie. A silver link watch completes his look. Yummy. I’m surprised to see him come to my office. I thought I would just meet him outside the building after work. This is unexpected.

  “Hey, they directed me to your office. I wanted to see it.” Jake looks around the small space and comes to rest on my face. “It’s nice.”

  “Thanks, there’s not much to see.” I stand up, not really sure what to do. Do I hug him, invite him to sit? Jake makes the decision for me. He walks toward me and gives me a peck on the lips. I’m startled. I stare at him and he does it again, but this time he lingers on my lips. He licks my bottom lip and I take it in my mouth. We’re beginning to make out in the middle of my office. Anyone could walk in right now, including my boss. That, I might actually not mind. Trent Calloway might actually get it in his thick skull that I don’t want to date him.

  “I disagree, I think there’s a lot to see.” He smiles.

  I catch myself on my desk, in shock. Is he insinuating what I think he is? Jake backs up a couple of steps and locks my door. I’m sitting on my desk waiting to see what he’s going to do next. He’s throwing me curveballs left and right. I really don’t know what he wants from me.

  “I like this dress.” Jake stands in front of me and pushes my legs apart with his. My dress rides up almost to my panties. I gasp. We can’t do this here. There’s bound to be someone who will hear us in the office. Although, he’s so sexy like this. I love it when he takes command. He doesn’t give a shit if anyone hears us; I can tell. Jake has some major balls coming here to get some hanky-panky at my work.

  “There’s still people here,” I whisper.

  “I know.” Jake slips his tongue in my mouth. I moan. He stops kissing me and smiles. There’s no way I can be quiet with this man.

  “Are you into public sex or something,” I whisper. I don’t know why, but this just feels like a dirty secret and it’s turning me on. He seems the type to have sex whenever and wherever he wants it, no matter the location. For some reason, I trust him. I can’t explain it. I love to give him control. It’s nice to break away from all responsibilities and have someone take the wheel and pleasure you, like he does.

  “No. I’m into fucking you on a desk. If we were in my office, I’d fuck you there. Now, lie back.” His hands go to his pants and he unzips them. Jake keeps his belt on and pulls his glorious cock out. I don’t lie down as he demands. I grab his hard cock in my hands. I can’t help myself. I hear him hiss above me as I kneel down before him. Then my lips are on his dick. “Fuck, Evie.” Jake’s hands grab my hair and steer me to go deeper. I take him in as much as I can, while my hand pumps at his base. “Your lips feel so good.”

  I moan around him and he pumps faster in and out of my mouth. Jake has the nicest cock. Nice isn’t really even the word; it’s more like hot, hard steel. He has this angry looking vein on his cock when he’s rock solid. It hits me just the right way when he’s inside me. It’s like it was put there just to pleasure me.

  I moan and gobble up as much of him as I can. I twirl my tongue. The mushroom head pops out of my mouth. Jake seems to like that a lot. He groans every time I do it. He tastes like all man. It’s like I can taste the testosterone seeping out of him. It makes me heady. I clench my legs together to relieve some of the ache below.

  What this man does to me, I can’t understand it. Sure, I like sex a lot. I’ve had some pretty good partners. I’m really good at telling them what I want and how I need it. But with Jake, I don’t need to tell him anything. He just knows. It’s like our bodies have been together forever. We just click.

  His grip on my hair is getting stronger. I know he’s getting close. Suddenly, he pulls away from me and I emit a pop sound with my mouth at the withdrawal. “Now, lie down,” he says. I’m a little disappointed that he won’t finish in my mouth. I would like to taste him. However, I love him thrusting inside of me. I rise up from my knees and lie down on my desk.

  “Yes, sir.” I giggle. He lifts my legs to encase his waist. I yearn to feel him inside me; I grip the edge of the desk in anticipation. Jake’s rolling on a condom and then moving my wet panties aside. I haven’t even bothered to masturbate since we were last together, because I know it’ll pale in comparison to him. I’m aching for him. Jake still has his suit on, complete with jacket. His light brown eyes turn to mine as he nudges my entrance with the head of his dick.

  “I’m going to put this pussy to work, Ms. Walker.”

  I moan loudly at his admission. I slap my hands over my mouth as he pushes all the way in. I muffle the moan seeping out of my mouth. Damn, I’ve missed his cock. It glides in, a perfect fit. I know I have to keep my hands on my mouth, otherwise people in this office are going to know I’m getting the brains fucked out of me.

  “Sucking my cock made you so wet. Mmm.” As Jake moves slowly in a
nd out, I can feel every vein and ridge. It’s delicious. Last time, it was hard and fast. This time, we’re enjoying each other. I’m almost weeping, I can’t contain the sensations running through my body. There’s anticipation, euphoria, and awe.

  “Jake,” I plead. His strokes are brutal. I’m coming undone at the seams. He’s a master at foreplay and fucking. Who knew an uptight accountant was this good at sex? I try to keep quiet. It’s so hard, literally. It’s such a turn on that we’re fucking in my office, on my desk. I muffle my moans the best I can. I don’t even need to move my body. Jake’s fucking me with smooth and precise strokes.

  I shake my head from the intensity of the orgasm that’s slowly creeping to the surface. I need to come now. I want him to touch my naked body. I want him to be naked. I wish I could see his abs flexing as he takes me, like last time. There’s something to be said for having sex with clothes on. He couldn’t bother to take them off before he plunged inside me. I grab at his jacket and whimper. I’m currently biting down on my knuckle, trying to keep quiet. I’m failing.

  “Shhh, here you go, sugar.” His right hand moves from my hip to my clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I drop my hands to grip the desk. I have to hold on to something to anchor me. This orgasm is going to be insane. The buildup has been excruciating in the best way. I don’t care if the whole office hears me now, it’s just him and I connected in the best way possible. Thankfully, he clamps his left hand over my mouth as I wail and my body spasms. He slows and pulls out. I don’t miss that he hasn’t come. He throws the used condom in my waste basket.