Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(93)

She directs her kisses to the side of my lip. “I love you,” she whispers.

Then my cheek. “I love you.”

Then my eyelid. “I love you.”

Then my forehead. “I love you.”

Branding me as hers, weaving all the little cobwebs of doubt I ever had together, as if turning them into pure spun golden love.

“You might find it difficult to say those words. But I don’t. I will keep on telling you. Me and you are meant for a reason. Our souls met in this lifetime, but I think we’ve met before. I feel drawn to you.” She carefully scrambles onto my lap. “I have never told you this before, but I’ve always liked watching you walk on the beach with Sam. Loved it when you came to our events at the sports retreat. I treasured our slithers of conversations and fateful interactions. I found you fascinating. I still do. More than before. I love your heart, your never-ending kindness. I love how you love me.”

She loves how I love her.

“Now chastity belt me up, Mr. Black.” She holds out her wrist, breaking her sentimental speech.

She makes me laugh. “It’s not a chastity belt.”

“It is, or is it more like a fancy handcuff? Kinky.” She’s fucking teasing me.

Pulling off her length of bracelets, making space for her new one, the dozens of thin bangles she wears tinkle against the desk as she disposes of them.

“You can leave the others on.”

“No way. Those are fashion jewelry bangles. This one is so special it has to be the only one I wear from now on. I should have bought you one too. Ensure no one touches my man. Or I might make you wear a sandwich board with a big sign that says, Hands off, he’s mine.” She splays her hands across the space in front of her.

“We’re having a special moment and you are spoiling it by being silly. Now give me your wrist and let me chastity belt you up.”

She watches me intently as I lock her bracelet in place on her tiny wrist. “There, done. It’s official. Never coming off.”

“Never. And you can keep that little screwdriver tool thingy. You, kind sir, have been betrothed with the taking careth of the keyth,” she says in a fake stiff upper lip British accent.

“I think I changed my mind.” I pretend to unlock it. “You are not taking this seriously enough. I announced my undying love for you and there is too much tomfoolery going on. There is no place here for that today.”

“You love it really.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pushes me back against my office chair. “You love me, remember?” She nods her head up and down, instructing me to agree with her. “Plus, I suck you so fucking good.” Her voice drops an octave. “At least that’s what you told me the other night.” She slides her hand down my chest. “And I make you so hard because I have the best. Tight. Wet. Pussy.” She punctuates every word as she grinds herself against my cock.

Fuck, I could come like this.

“It’s all yours.” Kissing the shell of my ear, she gently licks it, then bites my lobe. “Forever.”

My breathing becomes ragged.

Hot breath floods the skin of my neck. “But not today. ’Cause I have to go.” She springs off my lap. “I have a class to teach in…” She taps her smartwatch. “Eeeek. Ten minutes. I gotta go.”

Palming my cock through my suit pants, she assures me she will help me with my problem on Boxing Day.

“Too long.” I let out a frustrated sigh.

“Oh, it’s long alright. Very impressive. I gotta go.” She lands a wet, messy kiss on my lips. “I love you. I’ll text you.”

I’ll never tire of hearing her say that.

“I wish we could spend Christmas Day together.”

“Next year,” she assures me, shouting back over her shoulder as she piles her coat, purse, and hat into her arms.

Next year.





Eva: Merry Christmas! I will call you later when I leave Mom and Dad’s. I'm the designated driver and I’m ferrying everyone around today. Deep joy!

Me: Merry Christmas, Sunshine. In the campervan?

Eva: Yes and… Ella and Fraser are having a baby! They’ve just told us. We are multiplying. Like Gremlins. :) Me: That’s great news.

Eva: She has no idea what she’s in for.

Me: She doesn’t.

Eva: Watermelons out of lemons. Ouch.

Me: I wouldn’t know.

Eva: You would have seen. You know exactly what I’m talking about. :) Never again.

Me: Never?

Eva: Nope.

Me: Why not?

Eva: Stretch marks, pain, and no more designer vagina!

Me: That wouldn’t bother me.

Eva: You don’t have to worry about it. ’Cause that’s never happening again, anyway.

Me: I would have liked more. Had a big family. I still would.





The little text message bubbles dance across my screen. Then stop. Then start again. She takes another few minutes to reply.

Eva: With me?

Me: Only you.

Eva: I’ll call you later. xoxo





CHAPTER 23





Knox

She didn’t call.

I freaked her out with the baby comment. I won’t ever mention it again.