Catching Summer (Second Chances #6)(43)

I jerked around and grabbed his hand. “Don’t talk so loud,” I hissed, pulling him toward the back. We got to my office and I shut the door, locking it. Evan was fuming. “Calm down.”

“How can I when he basically said I was going to f*ck up your life? Is that the kind of bullshit he feeds you?”

Sighing, I placed my hands on his face and looked into his eyes. “I don’t think he meant it like that. He’s just looking out for me. I’ve been his patient for two years. We grew kind of close to one another; he’s my friend.”

“You may consider him a friend, but he wants more. I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He averted his gaze, but I pulled his face back.

“Hey, look at me.” When he did, I continued, “There is nothing like that going on between me and Philip. He’s my friend, that’s it.”

“What if he tries to make a move on you?”

“He won’t. He knows I’m happy right where I am. Do I need to show you?”

A small grin emerged on his face. “You mean here, right now?”

I looked around my office, biting my lip seductively. “The door is locked, so why not?” Strutting over to my desk, I pushed my paperwork to the side and sat on top, spreading my legs. It helped that I was wearing a sundress.

Evan’s eyes grew darker as he approached, unbuttoning his jeans. “You are going to drive me crazy, sunshine.”

Grabbing the waistband of his jeans, I pulled him closer and slid them down. They fell to the floor with a clank. “I aim to please,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his length. He groaned deep in his chest and pushed my dress up.

His lips found mine, all hot and possessive as he tasted me. I could still feel his anger about Philip, but I wanted him to know that I was his, and nothing was going to change that. Taking my lip between his teeth, he bit down and sucked. “I want you so f*cking bad,” he growled.

“You have me, Evan.”

It was almost as if something snapped inside of him. Ripping off my underwear, he laid me back and plunged inside, cutting off my screams with his mouth. The harder he pushed, the louder I wanted to cry out. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I held on to him tightly, rocking my hips against his.

“I’m so close,” I whispered.

He lifted his hands to my face and kept his gaze on mine. “So am I. You’re so f*cking tight around me.” All it took were just a few more thrusts and I was done. My body trembled around his and we both let go, his cock pulsating inside me as he released. I could feel his heart pounding in time with my own.

A knock sounded at the door, and my heart beat faster as Lara spoke. “Summer?”

Gasping, I knocked over my cup of pens and cringed. “Yeah?”

“Are you guys okay in there? I wanted to let you know that Grayson and I are leaving.”

“Oh, okay. We’re about to leave, too.”

Lara giggled. “Sure you are. I’m going to lock up the front door while you two…well, finish whatever it is you’re doing.”

Her footsteps clanked down the hall, and then all grew quiet. Once we knew they were gone, Evan burst out in laughter and I groaned. “She is never going to let me live this down. I just got on to her and Grayson the other day about having sex in the restaurant.”

Evan smiled down at me and gently pulled out. “Well, it looks like you just broke one of your rules. It felt good, didn’t it?”

“Maybe, but I think we should try it again one day to find out for sure,” I teased.

After pulling up his pants, he helped me off the desk. “I’m down for that, but next time I don’t want you to hold back your screams. I wanted to hear them so f*cking bad.”

“Well, then take us home. I’ll scream all you want.”





Chapter 21


Evan


“You coming to the party tonight?”

I glanced over my shoulder at Derek, who cocked a brow, waiting on my answer. “Where’s it at?” I asked. We had just gotten done with practice and most of the guys were already gone. Tomorrow was our game against Chicago and we were pumped, ready to kick their ass.

Derek tossed his gym bag over his shoulder and grinned. “It’s at the Second Street Bar downtown.”

“You know that’s where all the cops hang out. The last thing we need is for one of our players to get a DUI.”

“And who do you think set up the party? I’m friends with those bastards. They wanted to celebrate with us. Why don’t you call Summer and have her come?”

“She’s working, shithead. I won’t see her until later tonight.”

His eyes lit up. “Well, there ya go. You can join us for a little bit, and then Bri and I will get you home in time to have fun with your girl.”

Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my phone. “I don’t plan on getting soused. I can drive myself.”

“Yeah, but Bri offered to drive us. Now you can have a couple of drinks and have a good time. Stop being a *.”

I flipped him off. “You’re such a dick, you know that?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but you love me. We’ll pick you up in an hour.” He slapped me on the shoulder and exited the locker room. Sitting on the bench, I dialed Summer’s number.