Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(100)
“Oh, did you now, Mr. Black?”
She pulls me toward her by the collars of my dress jacket.
“You look super handsome in this tux. I could eat you.”
Her sparkle has returned since the incident with Ewan; her big blue eyes are shining again.
“I always knew you had a slither of cannibal in you.”
She giggles.
I love it when she giggles. “Should we get a photo of us?” She asks.
“Need to be careful when we leave.”
“Easy.” She turns around to face the camera. “Right. How does this thingy work?”
She sticks her tongue out as she concentrates, reading the instructions on the panel. Archie does the same when he’s reading his schoolbooks too.
Adorable.
“Okay, stand there.” She moves me back a step onto a white cross on the floor. “We press that big red button there.” She points. “We get a five-second countdown between each photo it takes, and we get four. Ready?” She cranes her neck up.
“Ready.”
I push the button and the countdown starts.
We do three silly poses, but on the final countdown, I pull her into my arms and kiss her.
Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I lose myself in her touch, her taste, and her little moans I’ve become addicted to.
The photo booth flashes, but we keep on kissing and kissing and I can’t stop.
She entwines her fingers into the hair on the back of my neck, pressing me hard against her pouty lips.
“I’ll never grow tired of kissing you,” she breathes.
“Me either.” I groan and rub my erection against her hip.
She fucking drives me wild.
“But we have to stop ’cause I have a speech to make in…” I eye my wristwatch over her shoulder. “Shit. Five minutes. I gotta go, Sunshine.”
I cup her face and plant five soft kisses one after the other on her swollen mouth.
“Not fair.” She pouts.
“I know. I’ll come find you after the speech and Mrs. Kinnear’s presentation.”
“Can’t wait. And I want a dance. Just one.”
“I promise I will. I have a fucking hard-on.” I adjust myself.
She looks down and laughs.
“Well, now you do have a problem. I know what will help. Think about licking my pussy.”
“Not helping.”
“Sucking my nipples?”
I growl.
“Flicking my—”
I place my finger over her mouth and take a deep breath. “You. Are. Evil.”
She looks back at me with her big blue doe eyes.
I remove my finger. She snaps and snarls at it, pretending to bite it.
“And vicious.”
“You have somewhere to be, Mr. Black. Now go.”
I nod my head up and down. I do.
Christ.
This woman is going to get me into trouble. I’m acting like a teenager. It’s how she makes me feel—young and alive.
I poke my head out of the curtain. There are a couple of stragglers, but they aren’t paying attention.
Straightening myself up, I give her the thumbs-up and step into the lobby, but I quickly pop my head back into the booth. “I love you, by the way. And you look beautiful tonight, although I can’t wait to get you out of that dress later.”
“Love you.” She smiles and tilts her head to the side. “Go do your thing, Mr. Big Bossy Bossman.”
“That’s not a thing.” I grin.
“It is now.”
“Pick up the photos?”
“Yes.”
Then I leave her.
I run down to the lobby, pulling my speech notes from my inside jacket pocket.
This should be fun.
Eva
Taking my time, I reapply my lipstick in the photo booth mirror, drop it into my clutch, and snap it shut.
I’m excited about having a photo of Knox and me together.
It’s been years since I’ve had any of the images on my phone printed out. I’ve been thinking about making separate photo albums—one for Hamish, one for Archie.
My parents have dozens of photos of me and my sisters. I barely have a handful printed of the boys; they are all on my phone.
That will be my new project this year; find an app I can print photos directly from my phone with. I make a mental note.
I draw back the curtain and stand and wait for the machine to process our photos.
Another few minutes pass.
Ah! It dawns on me. When Knox asked me to “Pick up the photos?” he must have meant he’ll pick them up, it wasn’t a question.
Silly Eva.
Knox
“Without further ado and before I cry—yes, people, this blackhearted fool will cry like a baby if I don’t stop speaking now—because without Mrs. Kinnear in my life I will have to water the plants, organize my own email folders, and change the printer cartridges myself if her replacement doesn’t turn up this coming week.”
That gets a laugh from the three-hundred-strong crowd.
“Would Mrs. Kinnear please join me on stage here in this very hotel she has spent the last forty years working in? And would you all please give a round of applause for the most dedicated, highly valued, and respected member of The Sanctuary Hotel.”