Entwined With You

over me?”
    “Jesus, Eva.” His cock thickened in my grip.
    Brushing my parted lips across his, I deftly opened his slacks. “I want to be your dirtiest fantasy,” I whispered. “I want to be filthy for you.”
    “You’re already what I want you to be,” he said darkly.
    “Am I?” I ran my nails lightly down his sides, biting my lower lip when he hissed. “Then do it for me. I love those moments after you’ve seen to me and you’re chasing your own orgasm. When your rhythm and focus changes, and you get ferocious. I know you’re just thinking about how good it feels and how hot you are and how hard you’re going to come. It makes me feel so good to get you that worked up. I want a whole night of feeling like that.”
    His hands squeezed my thighs. “With one stipulation.”
    “What is it?”
    “You get tonight. Next weekend, the game’s on me.”
    My mouth fell open. “I get a night, you get a whole weekend?”
    “Umm … a whole weekend of seeing to you.”
    “Man,” I muttered, “you drive a hard bargain.”
    His smile was razor sharp. “That’s the plan.”
    “O UR mom says that our dad is a real sex machine.”
    Gideon glanced at me, grinning, from where he sat beside me on the floor. “You’ve got a weird catalog of movie lines in that gorgeous head of yours, angel.”
    I took a swig from my bottled water and swallowed just in time to recite the next line from
Kindergarten Cop
. “My dad’s a gynecologist and he looks at vaginas all day long.”
    His laughter made me so happy I felt as if I could float away. He was bright-eyed and more relaxed than I’d seen him since forever. Some of that had to do with the straight-to-the-point blowjob I’d given him on the couch, followed by a long, slow, slippery hand job in the shower. But a lot of it came from me, I knew.
    When I was in a good mood, he was, too. It amazed me that I had a profound influence on such a man. Gideon was a force of nature, his magnetic self-possession so powerful it put everyone around him in his shadow. I saw flashes of it every day and was awed by it, but not nearly as much as I was by the charming, wryly amusing lover I had entirely to myself in our private moments together.
    “Hey,” I said, “you won’t be laughing when your kids tell their teachers the same things about you.”
    “Since they’d have to hear it from you, I’d know who it was that really needed the spanking.”
    He turned his head to resume watching the movie, as if he hadn’t just knocked the wind out of me. Gideon was a man who’d lived an entirely solitary life, and yet he’d accepted me into it so completely that he could envision a future I was afraid to imagine. I was so scared I’d only be setting myself up for a heartbreak I couldn’t survive.
    Noting my silence, he set his hand on my bare knee and glanced at me again. “Still hungry?”
    My gaze remained trained on the open Chinese take-out boxes on the coffee table in front of us, and the black magic roses, which Gideon had brought home from work so we could enjoy them over the weekend.
    Not wanting to make more of his statement than he’d intended, I said, “Only for you.”
    I put my hand in his lap, feeling the soft heft of his cock within the black boxer briefs I’d allowed him to wear for dinner.
    “You are a dangerous woman,” he murmured, leaning closer.
    Moving quickly, I caught his mouth with my own, sucking on his lower lip. “Have to be,” I murmured, “to keep up with you, Dark and Dangerous.”
    He smiled.
    “I need to check in with Cary again,” I said with a sigh. “See if Mom’s left yet.”
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah.” I leaned my head on his shoulder. “There’s nothing like a little Gideon therapy to make things look up.”
    “Did I mention I make house calls? Twenty-four-seven.”
    I sank my teeth into his biceps. “Let me take care of this, then I’ll make you come again.”
    “I’m good, thanks,” he shot back, clearly amused.
    “But we haven’t played with the girls yet.”
    He bent down and buried his face in my cleavage. “Hello, girls.”
    Laughing, I shoved at his shoulders and he pushed me backward until I sprawled on the floor between the sofa and coffee table. He hovered above me, his arms tight and hard from supporting his weight. His gaze roamed, caressing my bra, then my bare tummy, then my thong and garters. The ensemble I wore post-shower was fire-engine red, chosen to keep Gideon revved.
    “You’re my lucky