relief.
“All right.” The suit jacket was already on the floor. “Very quick.”
They didn’t even bother removing their shirts. Evan’s hung open as he worked frantically at the belt and button of Jake’s Dockers and then his own silk blend trousers.
When Evan’s hand found Jake’s cock, Jake’s legs almost buckled beneath him, but there was no time for prelude or for the sweet sensation of Evan’s lips on his rod. No doubt spurred on by a feeling of lack of control in his life at that moment, Evan took full control of their lovemaking, and although it wasn’t typical of their rhythm, Jake was happy to give him that power.
Reaching for the tube he had stashed in the second drawer of his desk more than a year ago, Evan bent him over the desk and explored Jake’s ass with a lubricated finger. Jake was ready, eager, and let him know it. A moment later the tip of Evan’s bare cock was pressed against the sensitive ring of flesh. They had forgone condoms several months ago after getting tested and swearing to use them in any external liaisons. Not that there had been any. There had been no need.
“Do you want me?” Evan’s voice was little more than a growl.
“I want you to fuck—” The last word was lost on a groan of pleasure as Evan thrust himself deep. Jake felt Evan’s hands on his shoulders, the touch strong yet strangely sensual as Evan pounded himself into Jake over and over and both men grew damp with sweat. At last one of Evan’s hands found its way around to hold Jake’s cock once again, stroking it firmly in sync with his thrusts.
Jake’s climax came quickly and hard, pumping Jake’s cum into the handful of tissue that he’d managed to grab in preparation. The contractions of his body brought Evan to his own climax and they finally collapsed, spent and exhausted on the leather couch by the desk.
Jake lavished a long, slow kiss on his lover’s lips, kept his hand on Evan’s chest where his heartbeat was the strongest. “That was too quick. I didn’t get to savor anything.”
“Well it’ll have to be enough.” Evan glanced at his watch, then back to Jake. “For now.” But Jake was horribly afraid what he really meant was “forever”.
Chapter Seven
Sadie applied a final coat of lip gloss and fluffed her hair again. The shoulder-length cut was much shorter than she was used to, but the wispiness and the hint of burgundy that the salon had added was much softer and more flattering to her delicate—if not downright gaunt—features. She stood back and evaluated herself more thoroughly in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of Jake’s bedroom door. She fought the urge to bite her freshly French-tipped fingernails. She looked good…didn’t she? It had been so long since she’d dressed up for anything, let alone any one that she felt a little lost. And a lot nervous. When she considered it a little more she realized why.
She was nervous because she cared . It mattered very much to her what Jake thought. She wanted to impress him, wanted to take his breath away, and didn’t know how she’d cope with it if she read disappointment in his eyes.
She had begun to have feelings for Jake Maynard, feelings like she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. In fact, after Philip’s betrayal, the shock of his death and the horror that followed, she hadn’t been sure if she could ever feel anything like that again. Her time in prison, no matter how painful and scary it had been, had given her something though. It had given her a new perspective on life. It had taught her in no uncertain terms what was important and what wasn’t. And designer labels and expensive handbags did not fall into that category. Freedom was important, and happiness. And, of course, love. She just didn’t think she’d ever be fortunate enough to find that again. Not that she’d ever really had it in the first place, she realized now. She’d thought she loved Philip but that had been more of a