She stepped out of them and he kicked her legs apart, unzipped his pants, and left her only long enough to grab a condom. He slipped his hand between her legs.
“You’re wet, Evelyn. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” She was ready for his cock, ready to come as he slid his hand back and forth over her aching sex. And when he found her clit and massaged her, she lifted up on her toes, moving her body in rhythm to his strokes.
She arched against him, so close to orgasm that she rested her head on her hands and concentrated on the delicious sensations his stroking fingers caused.
And when she came, she bucked back against him, crying out. He removed his fingers and slid his c**k inside her, increasing the wild ride of her orgasm as his shaft filled her and he began to move inside her.
He tucked an arm around her waist, protecting her body from the countertop as he began to thrust inside her. She was still throbbing from the lightning-like pulses of her orgasm, still hadn’t come down from that high before he had her on another as he plunged repeatedly into her. She reached down to caress her clit, wanting to go there yet again, this time with Gray as he grabbed her hip and dug his fingers into her while he propelled himself ever deeper.
And when she came again, he went with her, licking the back of her neck, making her shiver with delight as the two of them connected in the most intimate of ways.
He lay over her back, both of them sweating and breathing heavily. He played with her br**sts as they came down easily from the magnificent high he’d taken her on.
“Now I’m tired,” he said.
She smiled as he lifted her up and turned her around. He kissed her, a sweet, deep kiss. “How about we go to bed?” she asked.
“Is that your way of telling me you want to have sex again?”
She laughed. “You’re killing me, Gray.”
“No, I think you might be killing me, Evelyn.”
TWENTY-THREE
GRAY YANKED THE COVERS OFF EVELYN EARLY THE next morning.
“Wake up.”
She burrowed under the pillow, grabbing the air in search of the blanket. “Go away.
It’s too early.” Didn’t the man ever sleep?
“We have important things to do today.”
She rolled over and half opened her eyes. “What important things?”
“I thought we’d go spend some time in New York today.”
That woke her up in a hurry. “Really?”
“Yeah. Take a day off before we head out of town.”
She sat up and hung her legs over the side of the bed. “That sounds like fun.”
“Ever been?”
She shook her head. She’d always wanted to go.
“Then let’s get going.”
Gray had already showered, so she scrambled back to her hotel, took a quick shower, changed, and packed. Gray had already arranged a private plane to take them there since they’d only have the day. A car met them at the airport and drove them into Manhattan.
Evelyn unashamedly sat at the window like a geeked-out tourist as they entered the city, gawking at the amazing skyline, picking out the Chrysler Building and Empire State building, her heart climbing into her throat as she spotted the Statue of Liberty.
She’d always planned to take a week’s vacation in New York, and had an agenda of places she wanted to see. There’d just never been time.
“I know. We aren’t going to be able to do it all. But I can give you an overview,” he said as the car let them out in Times Square.
“What about our bags?” she asked as the car drove away.
“The driver will take care of them.”
Trusting Gray, she shrugged, and with no small amount of glee, she did a complete turnaround, gaping at the immense blinking signs, the sheer amount of humanity crowding the sidewalks and clamoring for space amidst the cluster of traffic and honking horns. Tourists walked Times Square, no doubt as shell-shocked as she was.
She turned to Gray. “I’ve seen this before in movies, but it’s nothing like being here.”
He grinned and took her hand. “Come on.”
They walked along the street and Evelyn took in every sight and smell, the street vendors hawking everything from pretzels and hot dogs to clothing and jewelry. The police were out in force, patrolling on foot and on horseback. It seemed like there was a cop every three feet. In a city with millions of people crowding and shoving into her, she’d never felt safer, surprisingly.
Gray stopped and grabbed them a bus ticket for the tours.
“A bus tour, really?” she asked, surprised he’d want to do something like that. It was totally something she would have done, likely the first thing because she’d be so eager to see everything all at once.
“You’ll enjoy this. I’ve done it before.”
She halted and stared at him. “You have. You, the rich guy, took a tourist bus.”
“Best way to see Manhattan, in my opinion. You can hop on and off at any stop.
We’ll take both of them so you can see everything.”
“I’m stunned.”
He laughed. “Come on. Let’s go get in line.”
He bought them water and they waited for the big red double-decker buses. When it was their turn, they climbed aboard the top of the bus. She looped her arm around Gray’s and leaned against him.
“I’m ridiculously excited about this,” she said as the bus took off.
Gray was quiet and she was anything but, commenting on everything she saw on the tours, from Union Square to Chinatown to the Flatiron Building. The architecture of buildings they passed particularly fascinated her, and she grabbed her phone and snapped pictures of building fronts that caught her eye, especially some of the old churches.
She scanned the map. “Oh, the Met is coming up.” She looked at Gray. “Do you mind?”
“We can go anywhere you want.”
They hopped out at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and went in. Lord, but the place was huge. They grabbed a map and maneuvered their way through several of the exhibits.
“You need an entire day—possibly two or three—just to see everything. There are more than two million works in here,” she said, reading the information sheet. It was overwhelming.
“Yes,” Gray said. “But it’s worth it.”
“You’ve been through here.”
He nodded. “More than once.”