Forever Blake (Once Upon a Player Book 3) by Elena Matthews (free books to read .TXT) 📗

soft spot for prison TV shows. I don’t admit that though. Instead, I say, “Good. I’m glad the prick gets caught. I mean, he was fucking crazy to think he’d ever get away with being a fraud.”

Taking the remote from my hand with a smile, she asks, “Shall we find something else to watch?”

“It’s okay. If you like it, watch it. I’ll, um”—glancing down at my shirt that adorns her body, my eyes zone in on the sexy nipples pebbling through the material, and I turn to my side and caress her breasts with the palms of my hands—“keep myself occupied by playing with your boobs.”

“Yeah, that won’t be distracting,” Ever deadpans.

“What else do you suggest?”

“Well, how about we just switch the TV off and be our own entertainment?”

Taking back the remote, I aim it at the television, and in an instant, Mike Ross’s face fades to black. I fling the remote behind Ever, and I lie on my back, bringing Ever with me.

“What kind of entertainment?”

She hoists herself up slightly, her legs straddling mine while her fingers brush through my thick strands of hair, still a little damp from our shower. “Well, the kind where we’ll probably need to take another shower.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure I’m in the mood for going on a run right now,” I tell her with lightness to my voice.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

Ever bites down on her bottom lip as her fingers trail down my bare chest and along my abs until she comes to a stop at my boxers, palming my cock. “The kind that has you coming inside my pussy.”

Her hooded eyes are dark as I physically twitch between her fingers, my dick growing harder. A moan escapes my throat at her erotic words.

“Do you know how sexy you are when you talk naughty to me?”

“By your throbbing cock in my hand, I’m guessing you find me sexy as fuck.”

Sitting up, I bring my hands to Ever’s jaw. “That I do, baby.”

I press my lips to hers, and she melts against me as I pull her back down with me. Her hips begin to rock as I deepen our kiss while my fingers inch up her shirt, reaching for her tits. Ever moans against my mouth just as the sound of keys jingling and my front door opening catches my attention.

Ever’s head springs up, her eyes wide as my brother’s voice hollers through the apartment, “You know, you should really answer your phone. I could be dying, and you’d be none the wiser.”

I glance past Ever’s head as Jace wanders into the living room. The second he spots us, he spins around until his back faces us, chuckling under his breath.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

Jesus Christ. Why did I ever give Jace a key?

Ever practically jackknifes from my lap as she pulls down her shirt, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink with her embarrassment.

“Should I come back later?” Jace suggests, but Ever is already on her feet.

“That’s okay. I’ll just get changed,” she blurts out before sprinting toward my bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

At the sound of the door closing, Jace turns on his feet to face me as I sit up, narrowing my eyes at my brother, glaring at him.

“I just cockblocked you, didn’t I?”

“You can say that again,” I say as I stand, readjusting my hard-on. “What are you doing here?”

“What, is it a crime for a guy to visit his own brother?”

“It is when he’s otherwise engaged.”

His eyes flick toward the general vicinity of my bedroom. “So, I see you decided to go for it with the boss’s daughter, huh?”

“Something like that,” I murmur with a smile.

“If you want me to go, I will. I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys,” he tells me sincerely.

“It’s okay. You might as well stay for a drink and meet Reagan properly.”

I’m unsure why I call her Reagan in front of Jace. I mean, it’s her name, of course, but for some reason, I don’t want anyone else calling her Ever. Just me and me alone. It terrifies me at how territorial it makes me sound, yet a part of me really likes it.

“That sounds good, but don’t you think you should get changed?” he asks, pointing to my body, which is only covered up with boxer shorts.

I glance down at myself and snigger. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

I head to my bedroom and smile regretfully when my eyes fall on Ever, who is now fully dressed, but instead of dressing in her work attire from today, she’s still wearing my shirt, which is now tied at the waist, and has added a pair of my tight-fitted running shorts to the ensemble. They’re a little baggy, but they look sexier on her than they ever have on me.

“I would have changed into my clothes, but”—she grabs both her skirt and blouse, holding them out in front of me—“you kind of destroyed them.”

I see that her skirt is lacking the zip, and the shirt, well, it’s missing all of the buttons.

Oops.

“I’d say I was sorry, but I’d totally be lying if I did.”

Pouting her lips with humor, she steps up to my waste bin and drops them inside. “You owe me a new outfit.”

“No problem, but I should probably buy you an entire wardrobe since I’ll definitely destroy more of your clothing in the next six weeks.” I wink.

She lets out a giggle. “Is your brother still here?”

“Yes. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I should probably go home anyway.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s getting late.”

I glance at the clock on my dresser, and it’s barely past nine. It’s unusual I’m home before ten during a workweek, but I decided to finish early on account of being unable to keep my hands off Ever. We both left the office at six, and I was fucking her in my apartment by half past—and that was with rush-hour traffic.

“I’m not sure what you think late is, but nine isn’t