It wasn’t as if I walked into Bella’s this afternoon, thinking I could track down a girl I used to know and kill time getting drunk and fucking. After the hell I went through this morning, it seemed like Evie had landed in my lap for a reason. She was the only thing keeping me from spiraling even further.

I pushed my black boxer briefs out of the way, freeing my cock. Freeing my mind from all the shit that happened before this moment. I couldn’t think about anything but being buried inside her warmth. I’d already had a taste of her and I knew just how sweet she was.

I kept my eyes on Evie the entire time I ripped the corner from the packet and rolled the condom over my dick. She wanted the next step as badly as I did. It was in her eyes. It was in the way she purred. I pressed my head to her pussy. Damn it was warm and tight. She arched her back in a welcome tilt.

I didn’t know why Evie Rossi wasn’t one of the girls I slept with in high school. She was beautiful. Did she always have those perfect round tits? So round and plump? Right now, she looked like a fucking sex kitten. Her cheeks flush. Her eyes dancing with lust. And her legs wrapped around my waist, ready for me to slam into her. Her heels dug into my back, urging me to give her what she wanted.

But I had learned tonight she wasn’t just gorgeous and sexy, she was funny. She was fucking smart and sassy. Why weren’t more women fun to get drunk with?

I leaned forward, hovering over her. She tipped her lips to mine and I needed another taste of her sweet mouth. I groaned as I pushed my tongue inside, finding a rhythm with hers. Her little whimpers echoed in my ears. Shit. She was hot.

“Please, Jer,” she begged.

I smiled, pressing my forehead against hers.

I was waiting. Holding back. By now I should have already fucked her senseless. My cock was wedged at the entrance to her pussy. It was fucking nirvana right there, waiting for paradise on the other side. One more moment before we shattered into fucking like banshees. A stillness before the storm. I inhaled.

I bit her lower lip as I began to push inside her.

“Oh fuck me,” she moaned as I made it halfway.

I growled wanting it faster and harder. I pulled out, slicing into her again, going farther this time.

“Shit,” I hissed, realizing her pussy was like a vise. She clamped around me, squeezing my cock with every ounce of strength she had. “You’re a siren after all, Evie.”

I moved out of her, positioned my cock at the perfect angle, and with a roar of pent-up frustration I thrust, hilting myself so my balls were pressed to her ass.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

By then we were lost. We had thrown logic and good sense out the window. I fucked her. She fucked me. I rolled on my back, lifting her to straddle me. I watched as her tits bounced and she rode me like a wild unbound cowgirl. Something unexpected and surreal happened in the cellar of that old Italian restaurant. Surrounded by cases of beer and wine, and the glow of a small laptop, I had the most incredible sex of my life.

“Oh, Jer. Oh my God. I’m going to come.”

I reached for her tits. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned. I wanted to watch this masterpiece unfold. I brought her lips to mine for a rough kiss before I released her and let her ride, rubbing her clit harder and faster.

I grinned with satisfaction as I saw the expression on her face turn to total pleasure. Her lips parted with raspy pants. She jolted upright on my cock with the first shock of the orgasm.

“That’s it,” I coaxed. “Ride me, Evie. Come.” I wondered how many more I could give her. How many she could give herself, using my dick for pleasure.

She was relentless, taking my cock until the last wave had evaporated.

“My turn.” I waggled my eyebrows.

She squealed when I flipped her around on the couch on all fours. I palmed the small of her back. There was something in her eyes as she watched me over her shoulder. Something about those long lashes. Something so sensual and carnal, I couldn’t control myself.

I spread her knees and slammed into her swollen pussy. She grabbed the armrest for strength and moaned a long, ragged breath as I pounded into her again.

“Feels. So. Good,” she murmured.

“Doesn’t it?” I could barely make out the words.

I was mesmerized. Under some kind of spell. A man possessed by her exquisite body. Enraptured by how incredible it felt to be inside her. To hear her moans. To feel her hard tits under my fingers. To know she moved those hips because of me. That our bodies were glistening because of each other.

“Oh fuck,” I growled deeply. My spine tingled. The base tightened like there was a big bullseye centered on it. I was going to come hard. I wanted to hold off. I wanted to fuck her longer and harder.

Because I had to fly out of Newton Hills tonight, and I wasn’t coming back. Great fucks like this didn’t happen every night. My body wanted it to be just getting started, but my cock was ready to explode.

“Jer, Jer,” she pleaded. My name sounded so good on her lips. “Don’t stop fucking me.”

I slapped her ass. She squealed. I sliced into her with slow strokes, before wrapping my arms around her chest and bringing her upright. Her back pressed into my chest. I bit down on her ear.

“Help me slow it down, Evie,” I demanded.

She nodded, twisting her hands behind my neck. She rocked up and down, letting my cock slide to her clit, before she rolled her hips, sucking it back inside. It was tortuously slow. Cruel. But when she sat on my cock it went so fucking deep.

I twisted her nipples between my fingers, but it only kicked her into a high gear. Every part of her body was sensitive. As if it was a live wire, ready to spark and burn. She rode faster.

“Fuck, Evie. I said slower.”

I pushed her forward on her palms again, overwhelmed by a consuming desire to fuck her like I’d never fucked another woman. I wanted her to remember tonight. I wanted to leave a part of myself behind. I wanted her to feel me when she awakened in the morning. Because if there was one thing I knew, drunk or not, I wasn’t going to forget tonight. There wasn’t enough wine in the world to erase this kind of sex from my memory. I loved a woman on all fours. It was my favorite position, but with Evie it was something different. It was like a religious experience.

I licked my lips as I spread her sweet ass cheeks, groaning at the sight of her slick pussy. She was so wet. So hot. So tight. She was the answer to my prayers tonight.

It was a quick flash. An absurd thought, but I wanted to toss the condom and bury myself inside her and come deep. I shook my head. What the fuck was I thinking?

I pushed into her one last time with a slow stroke and then we were found.

I let go. I grunted and groaned as I thrust faster. I didn’t hold back. Evie begged for more. And the more she purred the farther I tried to spread her tight little body. I wanted to be in her deepest spaces. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to sear her with my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I howled. The bullseye in my spine seized and I felt my climax build like a rocket launch. I locked my hips as I unloaded my release in that fucking condom.

Evie vibrated in my hands, wracked with another orgasm. She squeezed my dick, panting and bouncing until her body stilled with quiet breaths.

I exhaled, pulling my exhausted cock from her. I carefully stood and tossed the condom in the trash. I sat on the edge of the couch.

Evie tucked her knees to her chest.

I kissed her temple. “I had no idea you were so incredible in bed.” I winked. “High school could have been a different story for us,” I teased.

She ran her fingers through her hair. “Uh-yeah. I guess. I’d be a signature in your yearbook.”

“That was a joke.”

She nodded.

“Oh no. Don’t go silent on me.” I spun her on the couch so she faced me.

She let her head fall back. “I’m not. I’m just trying to enjoy the way I feel right now. Doesn’t your body feel amazing after sex? Like you have new skin or something?”

I laughed loudly. “Sure. I guess.”

“Really? You don’t think about it? What does your body feel like if you’re still right now? Don’t move. Just feel it.”

I sat there, studying her. “Honestly?”

She nodded.

I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. That’s how this night got started. With her beautiful mouth. I couldn’t stay away from it. “I feel like fucking you again. Can you blame me? We almost burned the wine cellar down, starting with this couch.”

“Jer.” Her eyes narrowed. “I meant more in a personal introspective way.”

I chuckled. “Keep talking nerd to me, baby.” She blushed. “It was the honest truth—the first reaction from my body. I think it’s a good thing I don’t live here anymore.”

“Why do you say that?” she pouted.

“Because I can see you being a problem for me, Evie Rossi.”

She put her hands in the air in an act of innocence. “This was no-strings attached. I’m not even going to ask you for your number. I don’t want anything from you, Jer.”

I held her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Not what I meant.” I kissed her firmly. “You’re trouble because instead of running out the door to catch my red eye, I’d like to take you over that desk right there. Fuck you once more? Twice?”

Her eyes widened. “Shit.”

I nodded. “Maybe I will.”

I growled when she climbed into my lap. Her naked body was warm and soft.

“I don’t want to be the reason you miss your flight.” She kissed my neck. “But I do. I want you to put me over the desk.” She purred. “What have you done to me? I’m saying all kinds of things I shouldn’t.”

My cock twitched. It wouldn’t be long before it was hard and ready to go again. Not with a woman like Evie rubbing her tits against my chest.

There were bigger problems though. I couldn’t stay in Newton Hills. Another day here was a complication I didn’t want to risk.

I looked around the room. I spotted the laptop.

“Is this where you write?” I asked.

“Sometimes. I try to sneak down here when I can. And I stay late some nights.”

“And you’ve never brought another man down here?”

She chewed on her lip. “I guess you did hear that. You’re the first.”

I squeezed her ass. It wasn’t any of my damn business. But I suddenly felt territorial. I didn’t want to picture her with another man. Not here. Not sharing the secrets she did with me tonight. It felt personal. Even though I knew I wasn’t worthy of her confidence. I wasn’t that guy. The wine portrayed me as someone I used to be.

I motioned toward her computer. “What are you going to do with all those screenplays? You can’t let them go to waste.”

She shrugged, running a finger over my bare chest. “Probably nothing. Oscar-worthy scripts that will never see the light of day.” She sighed.

I stared at the ceiling. Her hand settled on my cock. I groaned when she circled her fingers around it. “Evie, I have to—”

She layered a blanket on the cold floor and slid to her knees. Oh fuck.

She worked my dick up and down. The instant her tongue touched the tip it was hard as the concrete she knelt upon. I was transfixed as her lips wrapped around the tip. In one swallow, she sucked me to the back of her throat.

I wasn’t wrong. She was a vixen. A sex goddess on her knees, blowing me like a porn star.

“Hell, baby.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair as she slurped and sucked my shaft.

I’d just come, so this was going to take a while. And I was going to enjoy every second of her hot little mouth on my dick.

But then it hit me.

A moment of clarity. The kind of clarity that usually came during near-death experiences. Men talked about that flash when their life was like a movie reel. Priorities were checked. Promises reignited. Meaningful dreams established. For me, I could only explain what happened to me as a moment of pure bliss. It was the ecstasy of Evie that gave me the thought. What she did to my body put me in a kind of state to be suddenly open to an insane idea. But it didn’t matter if it was insane. It was crystal clear.

Her tongue trailed over the thick vein running along my engorged shaft.

I moaned when I hit the back of her throat again. Shit, she was good at this. The more she sucked, the more the vision came into full view. It made sense. Brilliant sense.

“Evie,” I rasped.

Her wide eyes opened. Fuck. She looked perfect like that. On her knees with my cock in her mouth. Faced with the choices ahead of me, I knew this wasn’t nearly as insane as it was about to sound. There was merit in my idea.

I held her stare, and she stopped. My cock bobbed, slick from her mouth.

“I want you to come with me tonight.”

She crawled on to the couch next to me. “I think I did about three times.”

I chuckled. “Fly back with me tonight to New York,” I corrected.

“What are you talking about?”

I brushed the hair off her shoulder and made a trail to her tits. She was beautiful. She was smart. She had her own plans and goals. This would work.

“I’m talking about the perfect deal.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“I have the solution to both of our problems. You need to marry me.”

Her mouth fell open.

“Jeremy. That’s not funny. I get it. You want to leave on a light note, but you don’t have to do that. Tonight was fun and I swear you don’t have to call. Not even the next time you come home. I think we make excellent drinking buddies.” She folded her arms in front of her chest.

I pulled them away. I wasn’t done staring at her gorgeous body.

“I’m being serious.” It was right there—clear and obvious. “My father dangled half a billion dollars in front of me today. And I refused to take the bait because I didn’t want to be forced into a marriage, and certainly not fatherhood. But then we ran into each other.” I exhaled. “And what do you want more than anything? A baby.”

“You can’t be saying what I think you’re saying.”

“You don’t want to be married any more than I do, right? And I don’t want a kid, but you do, right? So who else could this possibly work with? Marry me. You get your baby. I get the fortune—which I’ll share obviously. You can make a movie, hire a writing team, whatever in the hell you want. Fuck them. They think they can dictate my life? I’ll dictate it. With you. We can have everything. I don’t have to play by his rules. This breaks them. This wasn’t what he wanted me to do—so I think it’s exactly what I’ll do. What do you think? Want to marry me?”