Her Accidental Lover

by London Saint James

  “Evan. I want you inside of me.”

  “God,” he muttered. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

  “Evan,” I begged, “please.”

  He gave me what I was begging for, plummeting his hard cock deep with one breathtaking thrust.

  “God, yes!” My hands stuttered along the wall. I bowed my back, lifting my ass up, giving him full access.

  He pulled out then rammed the point home as I pressed my ass back. “Ah…hell yeah,” he groaned.

  It was fast, but great. We came together.

  “Shit,” he breathed.

  “I agree,” I said. Warmth ran down my inner thigh when Evan departed my body.

  “Why are you wiggling?” he asked.

  “Um… just a hazard of making love,” I replied.

  Evan stepped around me and looked confused for a moment. He must have realized what I was talking about when he gave my body the once over. Our mingled juices were winding down my leg. “Sorry,” he said, and tugged me into his chest.

  We stood in silence for a long moment, Evan holding me within his arms.

  “We better eat,” he said, quietly.

  I picked up the menu that I’d dropped. I scanned our options, lifted the handset on the phone, and hit the number for room service.

  “Room service,” the deep voice answered.

  I handed Evan the menu. “Yes. I would like to order a large order of fries, a turkey sandwich on wheat hold the mayonnaise, a six pack of Coke. And…” I raised my hand indicating I needed to know what Evan wanted.

  He stepped up and spoke into my ear. “Cheeseburger with everything, hold the onions.”

  I repeated. “Cheeseburger with everything, hold the onions.”

  “Two large orders of fries, two orders of cheese sticks,” he said, and his hands started roaming my body.

  “Um…two large orders of fries, two orders of cheese sticks,” I said, giggling.

  “The taco platter, and the chocolate truffles,” Evan said in my ear, right as his hand found a home cemented firmly to my left breast.

  “We also need the taco platter, and the chocolate truffles,” I said to the man on the other end of the phone.

  “Will that be all?” he asked.

  “Uh, yes. That will be all.”

  “Very well,” he said. “We will have your order delivered soon.”

  “Thank you,” I replied and hung up the phone. “Babe,” I said.

  Evan seemed to freeze.

  I turned to see his face.

  He was smiling from ear to ear.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You called me babe.”

  “Um…yeah,” I confessed. “Is that okay?”

  “You can call me anything, but babe is good. I like it,” he said in his husky, honey tone.

  “Good, cause you are mine, my Evan, my babe, my Flyboy23.”

  Evan kissed me, molding his mouth to mine. His tongue caressed me softly before he pulled back. “And you are mine,” he said.

  “Not because I want to, but we better put on some clothes. Our food will be here soon.”

  Evan chuckled. “You’re probably right.”

  “I’m going to jump in the shower. Will you listen for the door?”

  “Sure, but don’t be gone too long.”

  I smiled and kissed Evan just once before I headed into the bathroom. When I was safely inside the shower, I slumped onto the tiled floor. The water pelted my neck and shoulder blades, and I sobbed into my hands.

  This relationship was going to be more than impossible. What was I going to do when we left our little bubble, our cocoon, our safe haven? In just a day, whether I wanted to admit it or not, I’d be going back to my normal life, my stressful job, and he would be flying off into the sunset. We met by accident. It didn’t matter how we felt about each other, reality was creeping in.

  What am I going to do? I would have to deal with this later. I had to pull myself together. I stood up and grabbed the soap, letting the hot water pelt my face, and wash away the tears. I was good at repressing things. A master, actually.

  I completed my shower, brushed my teeth, put on some shorts and a faded blue spaghetti strap T-shirt, and headed out to find my accidental lover.

  Chapter Five

  “Foods here,” he said, greeting me with a smile and a kiss. “Give me ten minutes, my goddess.”

  “Where you going? And take off those jeans. I want you naked.”

  Evan let out a guffaw. “I need a shower too, and don’t worry. We’ll both be naked soon enough.” He winked at me, unbuttoning his jeans that I’m sure he threw on solely to answer the door.

  I set the table, arranged our plates, lit the candles I found on the bar, and turned on some music. Classical piano wafted through the room.

  Evan walked in a few minutes later, his hair wet and tousled. He was wearing nothing but faded button-fly jeans. They hug low, showing off the cut of his stomach muscles. He’d shaved. The stubble was gone from his chiseled face. He was the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes upon. So confident. At home. He was relaxed in his own skin.

  He must have noticed my ogling. “What?” he said, looking at me.

  “You are the sexiest man I have ever seen.”

  “Well that’s good to know. I don’t know if I have ever been considered the sexiest man a woman has ever seen.”

  “If not, they were insane,” I replied.

  “Is that your professional diagnosis?”

  “It is.”

  “Thanks,” he said.

  “For what?”

  “For this,” he replied, pointing to the table. “It’s nice. And for thinking I’m the sexiest man alive.”

  “It was no big deal. I just lit some candles and turned on some music. And you are the sexiest man alive.”

  Evan took a seat at the table, only he scooted his chair so he was sitting next to me. “Let’s eat.” He reached for the taco platter, snagged one, and bit into it. Red sauce dribbled down his masculine chin.

  “Good?” I asked.

  “Extremely,” he replied. He wiped his chin with his fingers. Then swiped his greasy digits on the napkin that was placed next to the plate he wasn’t using. “Here. You have got to take a bite of this.” He offered me his half eaten taco.

  “That,” I said, pointing to my ass, “will go directly to my butt.”

  Evan let out a serious laugh and touched my lips with the taco. “I love your ass.”

  “Okay,” I said, and I took a bite.

  “Good stuff, isn’t it?”

  “Ah huh…” I mumbled, still chewing.

  Evan’s gaze shot to my breasts, that were, by the way, unrestrained behind the material of my shirt.

  My nipples were pebbled and more than likely showing through the flimsy material.

  “Nice,” he said. He leaned down and mouthed a perking tip, paying no mind to my clothing.

  “Um…”

  “What?” Evan asked before he sat up and took the last bite of his taco.

  “That was just a bit unexpected.”

  “I couldn’t help myself. They’re begging for some attention,” he mused.

  We ate, talked, and laughed over our dinner. Evan told me a story about him and his brother who lived in Vancouver.

  “You love your brother,” I commented.

  Evan looked at me and smiled. “Sure, I love him.”

  “It’s nice to see how much you care for him. I’m an only child so I don’t know what it is like to have a brother or a sister.”

  “Well don’t get me wrong. He can be a giant pain in my ass too,” Evan quipped.

  I smiled.

  “Did you grow up here in Phoenix?” he asked.

  “Yes, but when I was eighteen I moved to California and started college at Berkeley.”

  “And you moved back after you graduated?”

  “Yeah. I got a job as an intern at S.Y.N.D. International. I worked my way up, and now I’m the director of log
istics. What about you? Do you like flying? ”

  “I do,” he said. “My father was a pilot. His father was a pilot. I guess it only made sense to keep the tradition going.”

  “So do you come to Phoenix often?”

  “Weekly.”

  “Ah…” I mumbled.

  “I’m thinking I should be here more.”

  “That would be great,” I said, not wanting to sound too desperate to spend time with him again.

  “Let’s watch a movie,” Evan suggested. I wasn’t sure if he was changing the subject, avoiding the topic of our bizarre relationship and the reality of it ending or if he really wanted to watch a movie. Whatever the case, he gulped down a Coke, took me by the hand, and together we walked to the couch. “What do you want to watch?” He turned on the TV and displayed the pay-per-view guide. “We’ve got romance, action, and porn.” He laughed.

  “You pick,” I said.

  He plopped down beside of me, remote in hand. “Okay,” he said. He kicked his bare feet out in front of him, stretched, and then sunk down in into the couch.

  I’d crossed my legs.

  Evan wasn’t having that. He tucked the remote in-between the arm of the couch and the cushion. He then tugged my legs onto his lap and started rubbing my feet. The opening credits to the movie started.

  “Geez,” I moaned when he pressed the heel of his hand into the arch of my foot. “I don’t know if I can concentrate on the movie if you keep that up.”

  “Neither do I,” he admitted in a low voice. His free hand crept up and found the zipper to my shorts.

  Chapter Six

  I didn’t want this day to come. Even so, there was no way to avoid it. As in all things, this too must come to an end. It was with the knowledge that my time alone with Evan was almost up that I stood listening to the hum of the hairdryer. I’d be heading back into the real world. It was Saturday, and Evan had an afternoon flight out of Phoenix. His destination, WashingtonDC.

  I tested my hair by raking my fingers though the long strands. Felt dry. I turned the dryer off and placed it into the wall mount. The subject of Saturday being our last day together had been one topic Evan and I avoided. The only thing I knew for sure the day would bring was the end to a great time. I put on my best attempt to look like a contented, even happy woman. I wrapped a fluffy towel around me and exited the bathroom.

  Evan was seated on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but his eye crinkling smile. He held out his hand, wanting me to take it.

  I reached and took what he offered.

  He stepped me one, two, three steps forward. Placing his head to my stomach, he draped his strong arms around me.

  I placed my cheek to the top of his head. We stayed in this embrace for a long moment. The world as I knew it, dissolved. There was nothing but Evan Trent and Sloan Parker.

  Evan yanked the towel from my body.

  I combed my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft silk texture weave through my greedy digits. I never wanted this sensation to end.

  “Sloan, you are so beautiful.” His mouth secured a place between my breasts. “Look,” he said, repositioning me to see our reflection in the mirrored wall that made up the doors to the closets. His hands swept over my breasts and my pink nipples tightened. “See.”

  “Evan—”

  He stopped my ability to continue when he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bud, making me chill. He blew his warm breath over the moist tip. More goose bumps splattered across my skin. He stopped. Then he turned my body around until my back faced him. His hands smoothed up my thighs. “Look. I want you to watch, see what I see.”

  He swiped his palms in gentle motions against my thighs, over my hips, up my sides, along my ribs, and palmed my breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “Look at yourself.”

  I looked, really looked, as Evan touched me. I witnessed the reaction of my skin, the tingle he made across the canvas of my body. I paid attention to the expression upon my face, the bend of my mouth, and the color within my eyes.

  Evan’s fingers brushed over the curve of my belly. With his touch, I seemed to vibrate. “I want to make love to you, and I want you to watch yourself, Sloan.” He stood behind me. His hand touched the desire for him, hidden between my legs. He claimed his prize.

  Retreating, he grabbed a straight-back chair, and placed it in front of the mirror. “Sit down and watch,” he said.

  I took a seat.

  He knelt at my feet. “Spread your legs for me, goddess.”

  I did.

  The tips of his long fingers parted me intimately, allowing me to see the entire truth of myself. “God. Look at yourself.” He breathed, looking at me as though I was phenomenal.

  And I understood that, in Evan’s eyes, I was wondrous. I was beautiful. Flawless. Perfect. Through his eyes, Slone Parker, none too skinny, had become his goddess in the flesh. I was love, lust, and yearning. Everything that made me a woman captured Evan, and he wanted to be held prisoner by me. I gazed at the look of desire upon his face and felt a surge of heat, love, and ache race over me. It burned like a forest fire, setting me ablaze.

  Evan’s finger circled my clit.

  My body reacted to his touch. My hands grabbed the edges of the chair.

  Evan smiled and moved forward, placing his mouth to me.

  I saw his tongue as it swayed against me. The sensation made it hard to keep my focus. I wanted to close my eyes and let him take me, yet I needed to watch.

  “Do you see?” he murmured against me, and the vibration of his voice tickled my throbbing core.

  Ripples of pleasure washed over me. “Yes.”

  Evan made low murmurs as he took me completely with his mouth and tongue. It was only a matter of seconds before he made me come. He sucked and flicked my clit.

  My pulse increased, my breasts bobbed with the heaving respirations of my chests, and I moaned, pressing my hips forward into his mouth. Heat spread over the surface of my flesh.

  A crimson blush came over my chest, neck, and cheeks. I clinched, boring my fingers into the chair as I felt myself fly, shooting upward with the force of my climax. My eyes danced, seeing sparks of color then dimmed when my pupil’s regained focus.

  Evan kissed my inner thighs and turned to look at me in the mirror. His mouth and chin were glistening from my arousal. He stood up, helped me up, and kissed me. “Can you taste how sweet you are?”

  “Yes,” I answered in an almost breathless pant.

  Evan sat down on the chair. He held his erection in his hand and stroked it once. “Lower your pussy on me, only do it facing the mirror.”

  I eased myself down upon him, Evan sitting behind me, his erect penis concealed deep inside my body. I moaned.

  He groaned. Evan’s hands came around my hip.

  I moved up and down his length, watching him pump and seeing what it looked like for my body to take him.

  He rubbed me with the slightest pressure.

  We moved together. The intensity of what we were doing took over. I was rocked with another orgasm. It flickered across my stomach, stuttered down my spine, and shot out from me. My mouth formed into a silent moan before I heard the sounds emanating from me. “Evan,” I said. “Evan, I’m coming again.” Another shock wave overtook the last one, and I wanted to leap from my skin.

  I observed the shaking of my legs, felt the quiver cross over all of me. I came down and tightened around him. I felt him. My body tensing, I swayed against him.

  “Sloan,” Evan said, pulled out, and released. His hard cock jerked. Warm seed spilled out of the broad head and spurted up my woman’s mound. His lips pressed against my right shoulder. His breathing was harsh. “I love you,” he said. “It might be crazy and seem sudden, but I do. I love you.”

  Epilogue

  I glanced up at the clock on the wall and excused myself from the gathering in the employees lounge. I had better things to do than talk about S.Y.N.D International’s league sponsored soccer scores. Besides, p
assing around the huge trophy and patting each other on the back for something a whole team of other people accomplished, like it was our own personal accomplishment, wasn’t something I wanted to do. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad the company sponsors teams, but I don’t need to rub the trophy that will end up behind glass in our corporate offices.

  When I walked through the door of my office, Chloe, my secretary, was leaning over the front of her desk, stretched out and balanced on one sandaled foot with the phone to her ear. In front of her was a stack of mail, and her desktop computer had either given birth to cords, cables and an endless array of computer disks, or Gary our IT guy had been in.

  Before I could take two steps, she held her hand up for me to stop. She’d obviously heard the door snicker shut behind me. “Yes sir. If you will give me one moment,” she said into the phone before she hit the hold button. She turned around to face me. “Good. I’m glad it’s you,” she said in an exasperated tone. She puffed out her cheeks and blew a piece of her toffee-colored bangs up from her forehead.

  “Rough afternoon?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “Dan Grayville stopped by. He said he will call you this afternoon. I think he wants to talk about the convention again, but he didn’t really say. And your mom called. She didn’t want to leave a message. She said she will call you tonight.”

  “Hum…” I mumbled.

  The phone bleeped. A reminder someone was on hold. “Oh! It’s your husband on hold. He’s called twice.”

  “Thanks, Chloe. I forgot to take my cell phone when I left for lunch. I’ll take it in my office.”

  “Real quick, before you go… Gary was here working on our server. He took my tower with him. He said your laptop was fine. I also ran to make the bank deposit and picked up the mail. I haven’t had time to sort through the mail yet. And it will probably come as no surprise, but maintenance hasn’t come to fix the issue with the sink in the executive restroom.”

  “Okay,” I said. “I’ll call maintenance and remind them just how much we pay in maintenance dues for this building.”

  Chloe nodded.

  I made my way to my office, closed the door, took a seat at my desk, took in a deep breath, pulled the clip from my hair, and then picked up the phone. “I’m guessing,” I said. “You’re going to be running late?”