When she collapsed with a satisfied cry, Oscar got his hands under her hips and lifted her ass a good six inches off the bed, pumped even harder and came with a thrust so rough her entire body jolted with the raw pleasure of it. He did it again, then once more as his body shook them both.
As she was coming down she could feel him lowering her with an awe-inspiring amount of control. Then he flopped onto his back next to her, half laughing, half still trying desperately to catch his breath.
Eva felt so good she was sure it was going to take her a very long time before she was going to be able to move, her body having gone soft all the way to her bones.
Still… She could tell she wasn’t going to be able to leave it alone until she knew.
She turned her head and peeled her eyes open. “Who is she?”
He drew in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. “Her name is Chloe.”
“Are you cheating on her with me?”
He smiled, and when he looked at her his expression was wide open. “No.”
Eva smiled back. “I just got to witness Oscar Gaudin getting booty called?”
He laughed low and soft and the sound rolled over her deliciously. “Yes.”
He turned onto his side and slid his hand slowly over her stomach, up the side of her rib cage, over her breast. “She won’t be back.” He smoothed her hair out of her face. “I let her know I was going to be taken for the foreseeable future.”
And that made her feel as if she was going to float straight off the bed.
She got her arms around him and pulled him on top of her. “Good answer.”
Chapter Eight
The first day they went back to work after the long weekend, Eva forgot they were supposed to be pretending nothing had changed. When Oscar walked in the door, said good morning to Agnes at the front counter and went straight to his room with nothing more than a curt nod to her, she’d gotten good and pissed. And then she’d remembered she was the one who’d asked that they keep their new relationship quiet. He was only going along with her.
After a few minutes of them going about the business of setting up their rooms for the day, she’d looked up and found him standing just inside the door of his room, but far enough back that no one could see him, watching her. And while she watched, riveted to the spot and unable to look away, he’d given her a dirty smile that made her hot from head to toe, lifted the hem of his shirt and showed her his sexy flat stomach.
Keeping their secret became a lot more fun from then on. The next day, when she was absolutely sure it was safe, she retaliated by flashing her tits. Two days later he sneaked in stealthy as a ninja as she was going into the bathroom and kissed her until she couldn’t see straight, then managed to sneak back out without anyone seeing him.
Her days became a blur of work and Oscar, of long hours spent both in and out of bed. He cooked for her from time to time but she never subjected him to her sad lack of culinary skills. They had long conversations that lasted until the wee hours of the morning, sharing stories in a way they’d never talked to one another before.
One night she’d stayed after hours so she could make long-overdue updates to the website. She’d nearly jumped out of her skin when Oscar came into the office shortly after she’d thought the last person had left for the night. Once he’d stopped laughing because she’d actually screamed, they’d fucked like they were starved for each other on the big leather office chair. Afterward, he’d picked up burgers and shakes for both of them and kept her company while she worked on the website.
The wild thrill she got when she saw him at work every morning—even if it had only been a matter of minutes since they’d reluctantly pried themselves apart, rolled out of bed and kissed goodbye—only grew stronger as the days and weeks passed. The rush always started low and deep, made her heart race, her hands shake and her mouth go dry, and she loved it. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he looked at her when they talked, the way he became the only other person in the world who existed when she was naked in his arms. And she loved how those formerly unreadable eyes of his were wide open to her.
The weekend after Jamie returned from his honeymoon—tanned dark brown and grinning from ear to ear—the three shop partners went to Chicago to look at potential sites for the new shop. It forced them to be apart for three long days, but Eva and Oscar had spent every weekend together since they got back to Ohio.
One weekend they rode his motorcycle several hours into Michigan and spent three days and two amazing nights in a small but cozy one-room cabin he owned on ten acres of wooded property. Another was spent in her apartment, his bike parked in the garage below and their phones turned off, both of them naked the entire time.
A handful of weeks had passed when he asked her to pack a bag and took her to New York City for the weekend. They spent the first night with friends of his who lived in the city’s SoHo neighborhood. They hung out all night in a corner bar with a cool, laid-back atmosphere and slept late the next morning in a spare bedroom that was a Bohemian dream of mixed fabrics, patterns and gypsy decadence.
The next day he checked them into a five-star hotel, took her shopping for the first cocktail dress she’d ever dreamed of owning, and told her they had tickets to a Broadway show. The night included reservations at an equally swanky restaurant and a private car that was waiting for them at the curb everywhere they went, as if the driver knew their every move before they made it.
“What would you like to do now?” Oscar asked as he slid into the backseat of the car next to her. “We still have the whole night ahead of us. We could go dancing. Out for a drink.” He got an arm around her and pulled her close. “Whatever you want.”
The idea of going out to one of the city’s nightclubs and showing him off was appealing. Not only was he model gorgeous and dressed to the teeth in a suit, but she knew for a fact he was hot as hell on a dance floor. But as she settled into the arm he wrapped around her, Eva knew all she wanted was to go back to the hotel.
“I want you,” she told him, sliding her hand up the inside of his thigh.
She realized it had been days since they’d been together. He’d had a late meeting with Jamie and Leo in the middle of the week, and then he’d gone out with Diego the night before they’d left for New York. They hadn’t made love their first night in the city because they’d been staying with his friends, and he’d whisked her off to go shopping before they’d had a chance to try out the king-size bed in their room earlier that day.
“Fuck,” she whispered, eyes on his beautiful mouth. “I want you now, Oz.”
“Hey, Mark,” he said to the driver, tightening the arm he had around her as he began to slide the fabric of her skirt slowly up her legs. “Could you do me a favor and get stuck in traffic on the way back to the hotel?”
“I don’t think that will be a problem at midnight on a Saturday night, Mr. Gaudin,” the driver answered, his tone completely professional, as if he had no idea what was about to happen in the backseat of his car.
There was a quiet humming and Eva turned to watch a solid black partition slide up to completely block them from the driver’s view. She turned back to ask Oscar if he’d requested that feature when he’d rented the car, but his mouth was on hers before she could get the first word out.
Heat burned through her as his mouth covered hers, completely obliterating any coherent thought from her mind. His hand made its way under her skirt and dove roughly between her legs, his fingers pushing against the satin-covered flesh of her pussy with an eagerness that more than matched her need to be touched by him.
She cupped his balls through the loose fabric of his dress pants and thrilled at the groan that poured out of him and into her. His hips rocked into her as she stroked his hard cock, pressing the heel of her hand down on him as roughly as he was stroking her, driving her out of her mind with a skill that never failed to astonish her.
Eva moved onto her knees in front of him on the roomy floor of the ba
ckseat and quickly worked his belt open, her gaze on his. “Unbutton your shirt.”
His fingers shook slightly as he did, unbuttoning the shirt slowly, lifting his hips off the seat to make it easier for her to work his pants and boxers down to his ankles.
“There’s my gypsy pirate,” she whispered as the black ship with its tattered sails and busty figurehead on his thigh came into view. “Fuck me, you’re a gorgeous man.”
Eva nipped at the inside of his thigh, making him suck a sharp breath through his teeth, then let it out on a nervous laugh. She did it again and felt his muscles tighten, so she kissed the spot, then kissed her way up to his cock.
Fuck, she loved the taste and the smell of him—something she never would have expected. The small handful of men she’d been with before had made sucking them off seem like something she owed them, which made her not want to do it, of course.
With Oscar it was different. It was worship she gave willingly—because the fucker could make her speak in tongues when he had that amazing cock buried deep inside her—and he accepted with gratitude. It was about hearing the incredible sounds he made, about the oddly delicious taste of his bitter come in her mouth, about turning him into a moaning, quivering, mindless heap of unbelievably gorgeous man.
She gripped the base of his cock with one hand, smoothed the other over his hard, leanly muscled stomach, her fingers toying with the hair there. She moved her mouth over him in long, steady strokes, her pussy getting more and more wet with every sharp grunt and sigh he made, her eyes on his as he watched.
He licked his lips and whispered, “Come up here.”
Eva gripped his hips with both hands and took him deep, making his hips thrust and his head fall against the back of the seat. She released him and managed to get one leg out of her panties without making too much of an ass out of herself. Then she was straddling his lap, one hand braced on the seat behind him, the other gripping his glorious erection.
Oscar held the gathered fabric of her skirt out of the way, his black eyes watching as she guided him into her. Her entire body was racked by a fierce shudder when his eyes drifted shut and another groan came rolling up from deep within his chest as she slowly took him all the way inside her.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He gripped her by the hips and held her still. It seemed as if it took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes. “No condom,” he managed.
“It’s all right,” she assured him, rocking her hips within the confines of his tight grip. She was within days—or maybe hours or minutes—of starting her period.
He looked up at her, clearly conflicted.
Eva pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and brought the front down. Distracting him with her tits was playing dirty, she knew, but it had to be done. She had him inside her, and she wasn’t giving him up until they’d both come.
Her nipples tightened as they became exposed and she closed the distance between their mouths. Oscar let her skirt fall over their laps. He cradled one of her breasts with one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other as they both seemed to draw life from the deep, desperate kiss.
She rode him in long strides, rising up and coming down fast. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead and chest and his cleanly styled hair fell in a dark wave over his forehead. A bead of sweat ran down the middle of her back.
She knew he was close to coming when he gasped her name and slipped one hand under her skirt, his fingers seeking her clit. She caught his hand and pinned it to the back of the seat next to his head. His eyes came open again when she did the same with the other hand and rode him harder, with more purpose.
His face twisted with ecstatic agony and he moaned desperately as his hips bucked beneath her. She arched her back so her clit rubbed against his body where his dick met his pelvis. Several small circular strokes of her hips brought her to her own breathless peak, and for one small moment she could have sworn the throbbing of her cunt synced up to the pulsing of his cock as he came inside her.
Oscar gently pulled one hand from her grip and held her head, his long fingers spread over the base of her skull, thumb by her ear. He kissed her slowly, dreamily, as their breathing steadied. After a moment he pulled the other free as well and began to carefully remove the bobby pins from her hair. She sat up straight and watched him watch what he was doing, his heavily lidded eyes taking her in as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it over her shoulders.
She was rocked down to her core when his fingers stilled and those eyes met hers. That dimple winked at her when his tongue flickered out to wet his lips.
“I love you,” he said, and for a moment she was sure she’d heard him wrong.
Her heart thumped an enthusiastic YES! YES! YES! against the inside of her ribs, but her stomach took a dangerous turn.
She breathed out a small, humorless laugh. “Ah, the post-coital confession,” she said, the words out of her mouth before she was aware she meant to say them.
She’d been going for playful, but there was no denying the cynicism in her tone. She could see by the way he stilled that she’d cut him. And when his full mouth pressed into an impossibly thin line, she knew she’d cut him deeply.
His name came out on her next breath and she took his face in her hands, to apologize and explain herself, but he moved her off his lap and reached for his pants. She watched him work on getting his clothes situated for a minute before she untangled her panties from her left shoe and wiggled back into them.
They were already pulling up to the front of the hotel when he knocked on the partition to let the driver know they were finished. He tipped the driver and steadied her with a hand on the small of her back as they made their way through the lobby silently, her on wobbly legs, her stomach becoming more nervous by the moment.
When they got to their room they found the bedspread had been turned down and the lights were low. Flowers that hadn’t been there when they’d left for dinner stood on the dresser next to an ice bucket holding an uncorked bottle of wine.
Eva walked to the middle of the room, taking in the sights around her. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes, aware that he’d hung his suit jacket in the closet just inside the door. He wasn’t looking at her as he unbuttoned his cuffs, then started on the shirt front.
She went to him and took over, looking up at him as she worked the last few buttons open. “I’m sorry,” she said, and watched something cold in his eyes warm, but only slightly. “This. Us…” She pushed his shirt over his shoulders without taking her eyes off his. “It’s so…big, Oscar.”
She closed her eyes, frustrated that words were failing her.
“It scares me.” She looked up at him again. “That’s all I’m trying to say.”
Her heart leapt to her throat when he turned and walked away. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled off his shoes and tucked them under the edge.
“This doesn’t scare me, Eva,” he told her quietly. “But I need to know if it’s more than you can handle.” He shifted sideways on the bed to face her. “If you’re going to run because I told you I’m in love with you, or if you think this might only be temporary for you, I need to know. Sooner would be better than later.”
She pressed a hand to her stomach as a nervous and highly inappropriate laugh bubbled its way up her throat. “That’s funny, Oscar.”
His expression was unreadable. “Is it?”
Eva reached behind her and pulled down the zipper on her dress.
“Fucking hilarious,” she said matter-of-factly, and stepped out of the dress. “Maybe the funniest goddamn thing I’ve heard in my life.”
She hung the dress next to his jacket and popped the hook on her bra, dropped it and stepped out of her panties, which were soaked from their interlude in the car.
“Being frightened of something and wanting to run from it are two completely different things.” She walked slowly toward him, their gazes locked, her confidence coming back in a rush. “I’ve bee
n yours since the beginning of time. I spent years waiting for you to claim me, Oscar.”
She went down on her knees in front of him, pleased that she could see his cock straining against the front of his pants again.
“If you think I’m going to run, then you don’t know me very well,” she told him, pulling off one of his socks, then reaching for the other. “There’s no way you’re getting rid of me.” She slid her hands up the backs of his calves, over the insides of his thighs, over his cock as she went for the buckle on his belt. “Now or ever,” she promised.
Between the two of them they made quick work of getting him out of his pants. He gathered her to him, both of them naked and already panting in anticipation, and fell onto the bed together. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and let herself fall into the depth of his kiss.
Their bodies came together on a quick, smooth movement. Her back arched as he plunged deep, causing her stomach, her chest, her tingling nipples to press tight to the hot solidity of his chest.
“Love me, Eva,” he demanded in a dark whisper.
“I do,” she swore, her hands digging into his hair.
His hips rocked once and her legs fell open wide. “Say it.”
She had to swallow around her heart beating in her throat. “I love you, Oscar.”
He rocked his hips again, pulling out farther, thrusting deeper.
“Say it again,” he said through clenched teeth.
Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes rolled back in her head. He was buried so deep, felt so fucking amazing.
“I love you.” She managed to pry her eyes open. The ferocity in his dark, dangerous gaze stole the last of her breath from her lungs. “Always have,” she said, panting. She lifted her head and bit down hard on his bottom lip, felt the answering jerk of his cock inside her. “Always, Oscar.”
“Yes,” he hissed, taking her hands and pinning them above her head. “Always.”
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