Free Beautiful Disaster (The Bet) by Francette Phal Page A

ravishing in her Loraina DeRue gown. Rumors have it that the mysterious man is reported to be her bodyguard and by that dazzling smile on her face, it seems he's doing a lot more than security detail---"
    "Turn that shit off." He groused, leaning back against the leather couch.
    "Really, Nicky, you're such a grouch." Evey purred, ta king hold of the remote control she aimed it at the flat screen and hit the power button.
    She had fine contours and sticky hips, swaying them like seduction was going out of style as she waltzed his way. Forever legs, pale, perfectly shaped, made the skin to clothes ratio seem impro bable. The mini she wore showed her violet lace panties, which judging by the look in her cognac eyes, was probably as indecent as the smile on her scarlet mouth.
    "This could be the man of her dreams," she said, falling b etween his parted thighs. She looked up at him through kohl rimmed eyes, her grin growing wider. "You should be happy for your dear old mother ." Her hands inched higher up his thighs, dexterous fingers tiptoeing ever closer to the evident swell in his pants.
    He watched her through hood ed eyes, features inscrutable as he reached out and brushed her pale blond curls away from her face, and with an empty smile he guided her head between his thighs. "Suck my cock, Eves." he took a drag and pulled the cigarette from between his lips, "Do it how I like it." He whispered.
    She was an eager little thing and quite skilled with the fingers , too. In seconds flat, she freed him from his chafing prison and her mouth quickly went to work. She had a mouth like a goddamn vacuum, suck and release, suck and release. She did a wraparound twirl thing with her tongue that had him growling for her to take it deeper. With one hand lost in her curls and the other gripping the Afghan beneath him, he held the cigarette between his lips and groaned. "Fuck."
    His eyes were clenched shut and beyond their orangey tint, a pair of almond shaped hazel eyes popped up, large and probing hazel eyes that raped him of his will to breathe the moment Evey deep throated every inch of him.
    "Fuck...."he rasped again.
    Nicholas saw Ellie’s face as if she were standing right before him, those hazel eyes clouded over with a need only he could satisfy. He bucked, his hand clenched in Evey's hair, holding her down as she milked him, greedily swallowing every bit of his spunk. "Ellie." He breathed.
    Evey's throaty laughter dissip ated his fantasy in a quick and disheartened he reluctantly opened his eyes.
    "You've got to be kidding me," she chortled. "My God, Nicky, only two weeks in this Bet and you're already moaning her name? And here I thought it was supposed to be the other way around. Wait until the guys hear about this."
    Nicholas's foul mood returned with a vengeance and the scowl on his face it seemed, served as ample warning for Evey to shut up. He came to his feet, once again tucked in and fly zipped up, he ambled to the bathroom, the clinking of his belt buckle the only sound in the living room. "You should be gone when I get out." He said before disappearing into his bathroom.
    Evey huffed. The guy was moodier than a girl during her period, she silently thought, sweeping her fingers through her blond tresses. He was always so stoic and blasé about everything. But, it wasn't like she wasn't use to it. She'd known him for two years now and they were what most would describe as friends with benefits. She was the dependent booty call and he never disappointed. Knowing him for as long as she did, Evey knew as much about him as everyone else in school. Which wasn't much. He came from money naturally; everyone in their clique was wealthy.
    His mother did a few movies back in the day that were considered classics to some now. She didn't really act anymore, but one could always find some juicy tidbit about her in the gossip rags. His father, probably just as infamous as his wife, happened to be a tycoon of some sort, with a whole lot of