His lips lock on mine and he devours me. My hands go down to his shoulders, as I hold him. I need him closer, his hands hold me by the neck as he continues kissing me.
“I want you so fucking bad, Baby,” he tells me in between breaths. I let out a low moan and he picks me up by the hips, my legs wrapping around his waist, making my skirt hike up.
“I want that too. Please, Evan,” he has a firm grasp on me, so I slide my hand down to where his belt is, unbuckling his pants. My hand finds his hard cock and I grip it. Slowly moving my hand up and down his shaft as I feel my body hit against the wall.
“I’m not taking you for the first time in this office. You deserve more ‘Lo and I need more room. I want you spread out on the bed with your body bare and ready for me to feast on,” he says into my ear. He has his thumb slowly circling my clit and my hand is still firm and stroking him.
“God, Evan. Please, I need more,” I all but beg.
“You’ll get more, but I’m not taking you all the way here. I want to take you on a date tomorrow night and then we’ll go back to your place and I’ll show you just how much I want and need you,” he grumbles.
My hips are jerking up into his thumb and I’m only seconds away from coming when he bites the hollow of my neck.
“Evan,” I moan aloud as my body shakes in one of the most intense orgasms, he’s given me.
“Harlow, just like that. Don’t stop, Baby. Don’t ever fucking stop,” he groans out as I feel ropes of his cum.
We’re both breathless as we come down from our high. I have to tell him before this goes too far. He needs to know what he’s getting into.
“Um, Evan. I have to tell you something. Something that may change your mind about me,” I mumble. He’s still holding me up against the wall and I’m looking over his shoulder as I talk.
“Not much that’s going to make me leave you ‘Lo. Not unless you’re a serial killer,” he says with a chuckle.
“No, nothing like that. It’s just… well, you’re my first. My first everything, if you know what I mean,” I breathe a sigh of relief after it’s all out. I’m not embarrassed, but you hear horror stories on how some guys don’t want anything to do with a virgin with no experience.
“Felt that, Baby. Love that I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. In every way possible,” Evan says as he tilts my chin up while looking into my eyes.
“How did I get so lucky to find you?” I question.
“Not sure, but I’m thankful as fuck we found each other,” he says as we slowly disengage.
“I’ll see you tomorrow ‘Lo, and I’ll call you when I get home,” we kiss and then I straighten my clothes and walk out the door. I have a hard time leaving Evan tonight.
“Bye, Evan,” I say over my shoulder.
“Not goodbye, Baby. See you later,” and that leaves me with a smile on my face as I walk out and to my car.
18
Evan
It was the hardest day of my life, not really in that sense of the word. More like it creeped all day long. I locked myself in my office, knowing if I saw Harlow, I’d whisk her off in front of everyone and carry her out like a caveman. I’m envisioning this when my desk phone rings.
“Evan,” I say into the phone.
“Hi, Mr. Jackson. This is Diego, from The Ocean Breeze East Coast. I hate to call you again so soon after last month’s catastrophe,” my manager says.
“What can I do for you?”
“That’s the thing, we’re having issues with vendors giving us the wrong fresh ingredients we usually get delivered. I’ve gone round and round with them and still they’re sending us garbage or sending vegetables we’ve never ordered before. I’m ready to fire them, but I know I need your approval first,” I can hear the annoyance in his voice. I rub my temples. This damn location is enough to make me sell those two off and only keep this restaurant. Sure, I’m here more often than not, but I haven’t had any issues with this location in the past.
“Fire them, I won’t have them drag us down and make us offer shit we don’t even have on our menu. Do you have another vendor set up?”
“Yes sir, I have the agreement here. I’ll email it right away,” Diego says, and I can hear the rustling of papers in the background.
“I’ll look it over and, if it looks good, I’ll get it signed in the next hour. I’ll make plans to get over there this month,” I grumble into the phone. I don’t want to leave Harlow and I have a sneaking suspicion that she wouldn’t want to take a small vacation. I love how independent she is, but fuck, sometimes it’s damn hard taking care of her.