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“Cheating,” Lindsay said, tossing his cards down.

“Linds is such a sore loser,” Saoirse said from the corner. Evie could practically hear her eyes roll.

“I’ve noticed,” Evie said, giving him a prim look.

Lindsay grumbled to himself and started gathering the cards with his free hand.

“Well, that concludes our game for the evening.” Evie stood up slowly. She didn’t want to leave, but she didn’t want to stay and intrude on Saoirse and Lindsay’s evening together. Saoirse was curled up in the wingback chair in the corner with a book open in front of her. She appeared for all the world not to be paying attention until she periodically dropped a comment and resumed her commitment to her book as if she hadn’t spoken at all.

Since yesterday, her acute anxiety seemed to have receded and instead she was broody and quiet. Evie wanted to say something, to do something, but she didn’t knowhow or what to do. Saoirse seemed determined to move on, sharing details with Lindsay, alone, who informed the rest of them that she was limping because she’d jumped out of a second story window to escape from Walter.

Evie opened her mouth to say her goodnight, but Saoirse closed her book and stood.

“Goodnight,” she said, abruptly.

“Sorsh, are you sure–” Lindsay started to say, watching her with a wrinkled forehead.

“Yes, Linds,” she said, giving him a look. Then, she let herself out of the room, snapping the door shut behind her.

Evie and Lindsay looked at one another. He let out a breath and settled back against his pillows, shaking his head.

“I’m worried about her,” he said quietly. “It’s not even nine o’clock, anyway. Why’s she going to bed already?”

Evie picked up his hand and pressed his knuckles to her lips. His fingers closed around hers at once and some of the tension eased from his face. He pulled their hands back toward him and pressed his own kisses on Evie’s knuckles, which sent a beautiful little shiver through her.

“She probably just wants to be alone.”

Lindsay patted the bed next to himself solicitously. “We’re alone now, I’ve noticed,” he said.

“So we are,” Evie said. She smiled and bit her lip and then carefully started to climb over him rather flirtatiously to settle onto the bed next to him. But when she wasstraddling him, he clamped his hand on her wrist and held her there.

“No, this is great. Perfectly comfortable,” he said, sliding his hand to her lower back and looking up at her with a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Your shoulder!” she protested.

“It’s perfectly safe,” Lindsay said, shifting back and forth slightly. “I’ve been a good boy and kept out of trouble.” His hand slipped down to stroke her thigh through the thin fabric of her dress. “Don’t good boys get rewarded?”

Good boy rang through her mind. The first time she ever met him. Her first encounter with Alex. He’s such a good boy, even when he’s being bad. The memory made her bite her lip and blush.

“Of course they do,” she said, leaning forward and murmuring against his lips, which immediately cracked into a beautiful smile. He laughed, a lovely sound of delight. “What does this good boy want for his reward?”

“You,” he said simply, kissing her with a deep, luscious sensuality that went straight to her cunt. She rolled her hips, seeking the stiff outline of his cock through the fabric of his trousers.

Big cock, too.

Evie slowly broke her mouth away and then carefully scooted backward down the length of his legs so that she could kiss the naked flesh of his belly. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his trousers and her lips followed the trail of russet hair that appeared as his fly opened.

“My birthday must have come early,” he whispered.

Evie smiled at him as she reached slowly into his trousers and drew out his cock. Alex wasn’t lying. It was large and it was beautiful, thick and pleasing. So pleasing that it made her mouth water just looking at it. She glanced up at him before she took the head of it into her mouth and began to slowly lick it and then to suck it, working it deeper and deeper into her throat until she had as much of him as she could take. Her hand stroked the rest of him, carefully attending to every inch of his beautiful cock.

Lindsay gasped and his body tensed in a way that made her shiver with pleasure and made her cunt grow hotter and hotter, but then she remembered herself.

Evie slid his erection out of her mouth and said, sternly, “If you roll around like a tomcat in heat, I’m going to stop. Don’t you dare hurt your shoulder.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, lying still and panting. Her sternness did nothing to dissipate the gleam in his eye or the sexy smile on his face. “Jesus Christ, that’s so good.”

“Keep your voice down,” she said, frowning at him. His smile broadened and he bit his lip with a nod.