Chapter Eighty Eight

EVELYN’S POV

As we got closer, everything seemed normal. The kids were playing happily, and Mia looked perfectly fine, laughing and enjoying herself with them. I placed a hand over my chest, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“Mom, what was that scream?” Leonard asked, his tone concerned.

“Ryan almost fell—or I thought he fell,” she replied, searching for the right words.

“You scared us. I thought something serious had happened,” Leonard said, the worry still evident in his voice.

“Well, I’m sorry for that,” she said casually, brushing it off.

The kids, noticing us nearby, came running toward us. The same innocence I had seen the first time I met them sparkled in their eyes, filling me with a sense of peace I couldn’t quite explain.

We all sat together in the garden as some servants brought fresh juice. While sipping on our drinks, we talked about various things, especially the progress of my new company. At the moment, the company was being handled by the initial team, and I planned to make any necessary changes gradually, according to my vision.

We also talked about the Wyatt Cooperative, with Leonard offering me valuable advice on how to approach specific challenges. His expertise was evident—he had several successful companies and investments, all thriving under his leadership.

The kids began to tire out. River had already fallen asleep, and Ryan was struggling to keep his eyes open. We excused ourselves from Leonard’s mom and took the children inside. After tucking them into bed, we quietly left the room.

Leonard leaned close to me, his warm breath tickling my ear. “I’m feeling hot. I think I’ll take a quick shower,” he whispered, his voice low and deliberate, sending a shiver down my spine.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, but when I opened them, Leonard was gone. I walked to our room and saw his clothes scattered on the floor. The sound of water splashing from the bathroom drew my attention.

I removed my clothes and called his name softly to get his attention. Then, taking slow, deliberate steps, I made my way toward him.

Through the foggy glass of the shower, I could see his arousal evident, his length pressing against him. I acted nonchalant, stepping into the shower for a quick rinse before slipping into the bathtub, which was filled with fragrant, floral-scented water.

Leonard stood still for a moment, watching me, his gaze heated. Then, as if making up his mind, he joined me in the tub. I shifted to make space for him, and we laid there, our bodies entwined, enjoying the closeness.

I waited for him to make the first move, but he didn’t. Instead, he seemed content to hold me. My desire was building rapidly—I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“I want to fuck you,” I whispered into his ear, my voice low and deliberate.

Goosebumps rippled across his skin as he turned to look at me, his eyes blazing with hunger. He smirked, the intensity of his gaze making my breath hitch.

Without a word, he stood and stepped out of the tub, pulling me with him. I landed against his bare chest, gasping as the warmth of his body enveloped me.

No matter how often I saw Leonard, his body always captivated me. Every inch of him was perfection—strong, sculpted, and utterly irresistible.

I couldn’t help but stare at his length, pressing hotly against my thigh. My own arousal surged, my core tightening in response.

Kneeling before him, I wrapped my hand around him and began to stroke. Then, leaning forward, I took him fully into my mouth.

“Gwak, gwak, gwak,” the sounds of my efforts echoed in the room. His moans and groans, however, were far more intoxicating.

One of his hands rested gently on my head, guiding me, while the other caressed my breasts.

“Fuck, this is heaven,” he groaned, pulling out suddenly.

He lifted me effortlessly, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss. As our tongues intertwined, he carried me to the bed, placing me down gently.

Leonard didn’t waste any time. His mouth explored every inch of me, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He nibbled on my nipples, his hands massaging my breasts, sending electrifying sensations coursing through me.

I was desperate to feel him inside me, but he wasn’t done. His mouth moved lower, teasing my clit before devouring me completely.

I quivered beneath him, my body trembling uncontrollably as he worked his magic. His tongue was relentless, and his hands kept stimulating me in ways that made me cry out.

“Baby, please,” I moaned, unable to take it anymore.

He pulled away, only to position himself between my legs. But just as he was about to enter, I stopped him.

I wanted control.

I pushed him gently onto the bed, climbing on top of him. Gripping his length, I guided him into me, slowly sinking down. The sensation was indescribable.

“Fuck!” he groaned, his hands gripping my waist as I began to move.

I started with a steady rhythm, but my need quickly took over. I rode him faster, harder, feeling the tension build inside me. My breaths came in ragged gasps, and I could feel the edge of release approaching.

As my legs began to tremble from exertion, Leonard flipped me over, taking control. His movements were deep and deliberate at first, but they soon became faster, more urgent.

“Evelyn, I want to have you forever,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’m yours, forever,” I replied breathlessly.

His thrusts became harder, his pace unrelenting. My body responded to every stroke, syncing perfectly with his. The heat inside me built to an unbearable peak, and finally, I came, crying out as the waves of pleasure consumed me.

Leonard followed soon after, his release warm and intense as he filled me.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he murmured, collapsing beside me.

I lay there, utterly spent, trying to catch my breath. When our eyes met, I felt a flicker of embarrassment and looked away, a shy smile playing on my lips.