by Mazzy King
I swallow. “Thank you,” I reply.
We stare at each other for a long second. My heart pounds.
“Evelyn,” he says in that gruff tone, “I want you.”
Fuck.
I release a shaky breath. “Stone—”
He takes a step forward into the bathroom. I take a coordinating step back. “I’ve wanted you since the day I interviewed you. Every single day, I want you. Every single day, it takes all of my restraint not to touch you. You came here for a reason, and it wasn’t just to deliver me a contract.”
He pushes forward, backing me to the counter. “You want me too. You admitted as much by the fire. Tell me.”
Don’t do it, a tiny voice of warning says, but Stone’s face is an inch from mine. His body is pressed against me, and there’s only my damp towel between us. Betraying me, or maybe encouraging me, I feel my pussy clench with sudden desire. Sudden need.
I can’t do this anymore.
“I want you,” I whisper.
His lips are ferocious when they land on mine.
My head knocks against the mirror as he devours my mouth. I struggle to keep up. My heart explodes with joy at the touch of his mouth. How long have I wanted this moment? How long have I thought it would never happen?
“Let me taste your tongue,” he whispers, and I open for him. He slides in, and the expert way his tongue slow dances with mine makes me wonder what else it can do.
He slips a hand between my thighs. “You’re wet, sweetheart.”
I gasp at the touch and spread my thighs wider, inviting him.
Slowly, he slides in one finger, then another. My gasp turns to a cry of need. It’s been so long. So long.
“So wet,” he murmurs into my ear, then suckles my lobe. His fingers find a delicious rhythm, stroking me just where I want to feel him the most, and it’s only a second before I’m coming on his fingers, letting out another cry as my body shudders.
He swallows my cry, his lips landing on mine. “I want you in my bed, Evelyn.” He pushes his hips against me, and I feel a huge, hard bulge. “Now.”
He sweeps me into his arms as though I’m weightless and carries me out of the guest room. Then he lays me on his bed and takes a step back, methodically stripping off his sweater and jeans. I’ve always assumed he has a great body, but nothing could prepare me for the work of art he reveals. His chest and abs are sculpted to be almost unreal. His shoulders are broad, his arms well developed. He keeps his gaze on me as he slides off the snug boxer briefs that do nothing to conceal what has to be a thick, nine-inch cock, and as it bounces free, a new gush of wetness pools between my thighs.
I want it all. I want it hard. I want it deep. And I want it now.
He reaches into his bedside drawer to pull out a large, gold-foil-wrapped condom, but I stop him.
“I trust you,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.
He approaches the bed. “I would never put you in a situation where you could get hurt, Evelyn. But I need to know you’re sure.”
I nod, biting my lip.
He puts the condom back, then glances down between my thighs. “I need to take a detour first. I haven’t had dessert yet.”
Before I can move a muscle, he lowers his mouth to my pussy. I can’t hold back the moan that shatters from my throat.
Despite how insistent his erection is, he takes his time, eating me thoroughly. His tongue is as expert deep inside my pussy as it was inside my mouth. His clever lips suckle my clit, and there’s not a spare centimeter of me, inside and out, that goes untasted. I’m powerless against the climax that shatters my body, flooding his mouth with my juice.
“You’re so sweet,” he whispers as he slides up me. He places himself at my entrance and strokes his tip up and down before nudging into me, one slow, long push, both of us moaning.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmurs in my ear.
“I wanted you too,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around him. All reason, all logic, fly out of my head as he thrusts into me with powerful strokes. I slide my legs around his waist as he buries his hands in my hair. Our mouths fuse together. We couldn’t be closer, and yet it could never be close enough.
His thick cock stretches me, fills me deliciously. Hot pleasure dances along my nerves and my body tenses as though it has a mind of its own. It’s as easy as drawing my next breath to shatter around him, shuddering in his arms.
Stone purrs into my ear, never slowing his powerful thrusts. “I need more of that. I need more of you coming on my cock, sweetheart.”
I’ve never known myself to be multi-orgasmic, but I feel another building. “I’m going to come again,” I gasp, digging my nails into his arms.
“Damn right, you are.” He nibbles at my earlobe. “Let me feel that tight pussy come.”
With a shaky moan, my body explodes again. “Fuck me hard, Stone.”
He hums his approval, then pulls out long enough to turn me to my stomach. He tugs me back by my hips, encouraging me to my knees, then slides back inside me. His hips hammer into me, gradually picking up speed. He murmurs curses, his hands tight on my fleshy hips.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says between his teeth. “Come for me again.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I turn to look up at him over my shoulder. He grips my chin and buries his tongue in my mouth as my pleasure builds again. He squeezes my breasts, then reaches between my thighs to play with my clit as he fucks me.
He swallows my scream as I burst, my back bowing under the force. He groans as I pulse tight around him, his thrusts picking up speed rapidly. He pushes me down into the bed as he bottoms out inside me, cock throbbing as he comes with a growl.
He leans his forehead against the back of my shoulder as we both pant. He presses slow, leisurely kisses to my back until I reluctantly drag myself off his bed and stagger to the bathroom to clean up.
When I come back, he’s waiting for me, arms open. I need no encouragement to crawl into them. My heart soars when he pulls me close as if he never intends to let me go.
“Being a dumbass today was the best thing I’ve ever done,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. For you, Evelyn.”
“Me too,” I whisper, snuggling against him.
I fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.
Chapter 5
Stone
It is, hands down, the best weekend of my life.
The snow kept us in my cabin, waiting for the crew to make it up the mountain to clear the roads a little for those of us who live up here. We spent the day watching movies, playing games, talking, eating, and making love.
The snow crews came in the evening. I vaguely heard the sound of the truck’s engine but paid it little mind, since I was too busy making Evelyn come with my lips and tongue, and then busy losing myself in the mindless pleasure of her swallowing my cock.
Even heating up the food Michael made for me—for us—turns into a sexy game, because the sight of Evelyn wearing just my T-shirt with all those luscious curves on display is enough to turn me into a ravenous beast. I ambush her at the island, bending her over it and fucking her hard. Her appetite matches mine. I’ll never get enough of this beautiful woman, even if I have a lifetime with her.
And that’s all I want—her, forever.
I’ve led a pretty charmed life in my thirty-five years, giving me the ability to take advantages of opportunities that set me on my current path. I come from money, I’m well-educated, and I saw a place for myself inside the tech industry and never looked back. I know how fortunate I am, and I work with a number of charities and organizations locally and globally to do my part and make sure I’m paying forward the blessings I’ve always had.
How do I pay forward winning the love a woman like Evelyn?
By loving her back, ten times harder.
I reach across the island, where we’re casually cutting into the prime rib in our mussed clothing, both of us wearing that f
resh-sex glow. She glances up at me and flashes me a smile that’s somehow both sexy and tentative.
“It feels like a dream,” she says quietly.
“I’ll be sure to tell Michael you liked his cooking that much.”
She snorts. “You know what I’m talking about.”
I return her smile. “I do. And I don’t want it to be a dream, Evelyn.”
“Why…” She nibbles her lip, running the tines of her fork through her mashed potatoes. “Why do you want me? Out of all the women you could have, that I’ve seen you with. I’m nothing like them. Physically or lifestyle-wise. You’re kind of slumming it with me, actually.”
I chuckle. “I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around. But that’s why I want you—why I care about you. The women you’ve seen me with were unsuccessful and half-hearted attempts at trying to fill a void. I have everything I want—except love.”
“How do I fit into that?” she asks.
I grip her hand and pull her closer. “I’m in love with you, Evelyn. I have been for a long time. I didn’t think you’d want someone like me, someone you work for, someone whose bad sides you’ve seen. No one likes their boss, not really, and I can be a dick sometimes.”
“You never were to me.”
“That’s a relief.” I shrug. “But I never thought you’d be interested in my lifestyle. I travel so much. I spend so much time going to events and kissing other obscenely wealthy people’s asses. It’s a lot to ask of someone who seems like they appreciate a quieter lifestyle. Not to mention, you’ve always been the epitome of professional. I didn’t want to be that skeezy male boss hitting on his assistant.”
Evelyn nods, but her gray eyes sparkle with mischievousness as she glances around, then looks down at herself, where her nipples peak under my T-shirt. “Yeah, I’d say you bypassed that trope altogether.”
I tip my head back and laugh. So she has a snarky streak. I like that.
“I don’t know where we go from here or how it’ll work,” I say, brushing my lips to her knuckles, “but I do know I don’t want it to end here. I don’t want this to just be a dream. I want it to be the beginning of the dream. It could make working directly for me…questionable. But we can work something out.”
Evelyn shakes her head, a lock of dark hair sliding over her shoulder. “It’s sort of wild everything is falling into its place like this. Because I have some concerns, employment-wise. In fact…” She trails off, glancing away.
Is she worried about what this could mean for her job? “I’ll always take care of you, Evelyn,” I promise. “In fact, what? You can tell me anything.”
Her eyes shine at me as she holds my gaze. After a moment, she pushes her plate aside and leans toward me. “It can wait. Let’s go back to that part where you said you were in love with me.”
I bury my hand in her thick, glossy hair and capture her lips with mine. I’ve just swept my tongue into her mouth when an urgent pounding at the door makes us both jump.
“Stone? Stone, open the door!”
A woman’s voice. A voice I immediately place, and one that shocks me to hear, because it’s so out of place.
Katrina.
Evelyn only looks mildly concerned, glancing to me with a hand raised toward the door, parting her lips as if to ask me if I’m going to get that.
“Stone, baby, come on!”
Evelyn’s cool gray eyes freeze over.
Fuck. Why? Why now?
“Just—hold on,” I mumble, and jump off the stool I’m sitting on to trot to the door. Evelyn remains where she is, arms folded.
I open the door. Katrina stands there, bundled in a probably real fur coat, bobbing up and down as if to warm herself. Her blonde hair is windblown, but her full face of makeup is flawless.
“Stone,” she breathes in relief. “Thank god you’re home. Let me in, it’s freezing!”
I don’t want to let her in. I don’t want her in my house. But I can’t let her freeze. And besides, I’m cold too.
I step aside reluctantly, and she hurries inside.
“Katrina, what’re you doing here?” I demand, shutting the door.
She smiles at me, reaching out as if to embrace me. “I missed you. What else?”
I grab her wrists and step back. “How many times have I told you that—”
“Excuse me,” Evelyn says calmly, rising from her seat. Head held high, she walks into the master bedroom.
“Who’s that?” Katrina interrupts, her gaze pinned over my shoulder. One of her perfect brows arches as she follows Evelyn with her gaze, taking in her mussed hair and her curvy body wearing my sweats. “Isn’t she your assistant? Going into your bedroom, Stone?”
Before I can reply, Katrina lets out an incredulous laugh. “Are you that desperate you’d resort to fucking your assistant? Seriously?” She shakes her head. “Although I guess she does put the ass in assistant. You should ask if she’s ever heard of keto.”
“Don’t talk about her,” I growl. “At all. Ever. What the fuck do you want, Katrina?”
“I missed you,” she purrs, draping her arms over my shoulders. “I went by the condo to see you and your doorman told me you’d come up here for the weekend. I thought it’d be a nice surprise. We never did get to break in that Jacuzzi of yours.”
I pull at her arms. “How many times do I have to tell you it’s over?”
“You’re just confused,” she says. “Look, Stone, we belong together. We’re a power couple. I get your lifestyle, you get mine. Jesus Christ, what exactly do you expect an assistant to be able to bring to your life? Do you want to be able to fuck her over your desk over the lunch hour?” She presses her body against mine. “You know you could call me for that any—”
“Sorry to interrupt,” a frosty voice says behind me.
I whirl, pushing Katrina away from me.
Evelyn is dressed in her work clothes from yesterday, her purse over her arm. She glances at Katrina, then fixes her gaze on me. “I’ll be going.”
“No, don’t,” I plead.
“Drive safe,” Katrina chirps.
Evelyn ignores her. “I’ll transfer all of my files over to you as soon as I get home.”
I frown. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I’m quitting.” She lowers her gaze and steps around us. “Good evening.”
Chapter 6
Stone
“Evelyn,” I growl. “Don’t leave.”
“Let her go,” Katrina insists.
Evelyn pauses at the door, meeting my eyes one last time. Then she opens the door and walks out.
“Evelyn!” I step around Katrina toward the door, but she slams the palm of her hand against it.
“Let her go, Stone,” she says.
I brush her hand away and yank open the door, just in time to see Evelyn’s taillights disappearing down the long path to my house. “Fuck!”
I slam the door and run a frustrated hand through my hair.
Katrina tugs me toward the kitchen. “Now that I’m here, how about some wine?”
I ignore her and storm into my bedroom, throwing all the things I brought for the weekend into the small leather bag I brought. Back in the kitchen, I toss all the partially eaten food and trash into a big trash bag and load up the leftovers in the sturdy cardboard box Michael gave me. Katrina watches me with raised brows.
I set all my stuff by the door and pull the door open, staring at her. “Let’s go.”
“Back to the condo?” Katrina pouts with disappointment as she drifts toward me. “But I really wanted to take a swim in that Jacuzzi of yours…”
“Swim in your own Jacuzzi!” I gesture out the door and lock up behind me, making a mental note to call and ask Mrs. Morris on Monday if she can come tidy up the place. She’ll do it because she’s the nicest woman on earth. But I’ll be sending her five times her normal rate as a show of my appreciation.
I storm to my Range Rover, brush off all the snow, and toss my stuff in the back. I feel
like I’ve fucked up royally, even though I didn’t do anything wrong.
Except maybe agree to drinks with Katrina that very first night.
Katrina leans against my car. “So what’s the plan?”
I whirl toward her. “The plan is that you stay out of my life. For good.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“We had a few dates. I’d hardly call that a relationship. I don’t want to be with you, Katrina. Period.”
“And you want to be with your assistant?” She sounds utterly incredulous, which only infuriates me further.
“Evelyn is one of the best people I know,” I tell her between my teeth. “And I’m in love with her.”
Katrina blinks. “You can’t be serious.”
“And because of you, my chance to be with her might’ve just gotten fucked up. So leave me alone.”
She shakes her head, her stylish blonde bob swaying at her chin. “Listen. Let’s go back to the condo, open some wine, and talk about things. I’m sure we can—”
“First of all, it’s my condo, not yours. Second of all, I don’t want to talk to you about anything. Period. You can follow me back to the city, but that’s where we go our separate ways. If you show up unannounced and without a damn good reason at my home or my business again, I’ll file a stalking report on you.”
Katrina gapes at me. “Go fuck yourself,” she hisses finally. “You know what? That’s fine. Your pal that set us up in the first place has been calling me anyway.”
I wave my hands. “I hope you two are very happy together.”
She glares. “I can find my own way home.”
“Bye, then.”
She stomps to her own SUV, climbs in, and takes off.
I feel like I can breathe now that she’s gone—kind of.
Evelyn took the rest of my wind with her.
Monday, I spend the day staring out the window, lost in thought. The office feels so empty, since it’s just me.
I called Evelyn so many times I lost count on the way back to the city—no answer. I called her a few times on Sunday—no answer. I sent a few texts, begging her to respond to me.