Some of the billionaires were over-the-top assholes who saw money as a right to treat people like dirt.
Evan was in a league of his own. He wasn’t flashy and didn’t act superior. He knew who he was and where he came from.
After talking to some women in the bathroom and listening to all the things they’d done to keep their men happy, I was glad Evan wasn’t the kind who flew to Vegas on a whim.
To hold onto their billionaire lifestyles, some of the women said they’d had boob jobs, nose jobs, liposuction, and Botox. Some confessed to threesomes and foursomes. One woman ate only 700 calories a day because her husband wanted her to stay a size zero. I wanted to take her home and feed her.
Thank God Evan was normal, and we did normal things that normal couples did like eat pizza for dinner while binge-watching Netflix.
At the end of the night, I took off my shoes and dangled them from my fingers as Evan helped me into the limo. I yawned and cupped a hand over my mouth to stifle it.
“Tired?” he asked, stroking a finger up and down my thigh.
I laughed, knowing exactly what he was asking. “Never too tired for what you have in mind.”
The partition between the driver and us slid into place.
“Get over here,” he said, patting his lap. “From what I recall, you said you were going to eat me up.”
I hiked up the layers of my dress and straddled him. “Take your cock out. I’ve been thinking about sucking you all night.”
“You’re such a dirty girl.”
“You taught me well.”
He unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
I grinned at the delicious sight. “Commando? Very nice. If I’d known, I would’ve gotten beneath the table and sucked you there and then.”
He closed his eyes, and his head dropped back.
“I’ll save the blowjob for later because right now, I want to feel you inside me.” I pushed my soaked thong to one side and slid down on his naked cock.
“Already so wet,” he rasped.
“Where you’re concerned, I’m soaked twenty-four seven.” I caught his bottom lip between mine and moved my hips up and down.
“I asked the driver to take us the long way home,” he murmured. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
“I don’t think I’m going to need much time,” I said, the wisps of my orgasm already unfurling low in my belly.
“Tell me about it.”
He shoved down the bodice of my dress, freeing my breasts from the confines of my bra, and thumbed and circled my engorged nipples. The wisps in my belly ignited into flames, and I groaned at the delicious heat coursing through me.
He pinched my nipples to the point of pain. “We need to go shopping for clamps and other toys.”
“Yes,” I hissed. My breath catching at the thought.
I pressed my hands against the headrest behind him, using it for leverage and pumped up and down, going faster, harder.
I needed to come like I needed air to breathe.
He grabbed my ass, guiding my movements.
I lifted a hand from the headrest and brought it between my legs, where I caught my clit and trapped the slippery bud between my fingers, scissoring up and down.
“I love when you come on my cock,” he rasped. “I love when you milk every last drop from me.”
I bit my lower lip, trying to keep the animalistic sounds inside. When I was on the precipice, I buried my face in the crook of his neck to muffle the sounds of my climax.
My body convulsed, my inner muscles clamping, clenching, and releasing.
A few seconds later, Evan followed me over, his hot cum spilling deep inside of me.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I can’t pretend anymore.” I lifted my head and met his eyes.
He cupped my cheeks in his hands and pressed a delicate kiss to my lips. “I love you, Willow. I’m never going to let you go. Ever.”
I tried to screw up the courage to tell him what I’d done, but the words lodged in my throat and refused to move. I would tell him tomorrow, or maybe the day after that.
It’d been a few weeks since the ball, and I’d spent all my free time in Willow’s bed showing her how much I loved her.
I’d wanted to spend today with her too, but my brothers insisted on a breakfast meeting, and Willow had to open up Snack Attack. Real life was getting in the way of our time together.
I wouldn’t see her tonight because I was taking my mom to dinner. I wanted to tell her about Willow and how I planned to ask her to marry me.
When I got to the office, I left the parking garage and went out to get my usual cup of coffee. I strolled across the dewy grass, but the Snack Attack truck wasn’t there.