All Chapters of Resisting The Playboy's Charm: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EvansShit. I barged straight in without even thinking to check the fucking map, or check the sign above the door.Carolina's not on a date. She's volunteering. At a community center—helping kids who are just like she was, kids who need someone to look out for them.Jesus. I'm such a fucking idiot.I clear my throat, approaching Carolina at her table. "Is there anything I can do while I'm waiting?"She frowns, not looking up from her cards. "There's a coffee shop down the block.""I meant something I could do to help."At that, she lifts her head and nods in the direction of the back hallway. "They can always use help in the kitchen. Go ask back there."Five minutes later, I'm sorting plastic cutlery into paper bags for take-home meals. I keep at it for about twenty minutes before Carolina appears in the kitchen doorway to let me know that she's ready to go.She's silent as we walk out to the car, but I can practically hear the gears in her head turning. She's too smart to have bought

CarolRather than call his driver, Evans takes us to Coney Island in his own car. It's almost funny to see the sleek luxury model parked alongside all of the regular sedans and minivans in the parking lot.The party group is assembled by the entrance to the park. Brandon skips happily, swinging from my arm as we approach; I let go of his hand, and he runs forward to greet his friend, the birthday boy, a small child with cropped black curls.Around the children are their parents. I recognize some of them from the concert at Brandon's pre-K, and from the petting zoo, though a few are new faces. None of them look particularly pleased to see us. Some of the moms have pinched expressions, like they just stepped in something foul.Most of the displeased, judgmental expressions are directed my way, and I know exactly what they're thinking: that I'm overstepping my place. That I'm acting like more than just a nanny.I stare at the ground, avoiding their stares. I want to pretend that it doesn

CarolFor a few seconds, our gazes are locked. I'm lost in his dark blue eyes, which gleam in the dim light of the lamp in my room.He unfreezes abruptly, almost roughly, grabbing the sides of my face. His lips are on mine, and with wild abandon, I cling to him, lean into him, let him walk me backward into the room. His hands are all over me, groping every curve of my body."Oh god," I whimper into his mouth."I'm not a god," he groans. "But you taste like a fucking angel."Evans shoves the door shut behind us, then spins me around, pressing me up against it. His grip is tight on my upper arms as he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. He devours my lips, then moves to my jawline, my neck, my shoulders.He tugs my top off, and I lift my arms to facilitate him. His fingers find my nipples, and I gasp at the sudden rush of stimulation, my knees going weak. With the door at my back and Evans pressed against my front, I manage to stay upright.He makes his way back to my mouth

CarolEvans slides the condom off, depositing it in the trash can beside the nightstand. I roll over onto my back, trying to slow my thundering heartbeat. My breath is still coming fast, like I sprinted up a long flight of stairs, and my limbs feel like they're buzzing.He gives me a concerned look. "Are you okay?""Oh, I'm great." I let out a breathy laugh. "Better than great, actually. I might have left my body for a second there.""In a good way?""In the best way," I assure him. "That was amazing. Maybe the best sex I've ever had. It was just a lot, that's all."He grins, seeming pleased by my words. "That was me taking it easy on you, you know."The growl in his voice makes my aching clit throb. After all of that, one simple sentence is enough to fill me with desire.I want to know what it would be like if he didn't take it easy on me. If he didn't hold anything back.It feels like playing with fire to even consider wanting that, but I can't stop myself. I do want it. It's all I

EvansMy tongue presses harder against her clit, sliding over the little bud in tight circles, and she gives a sharp tug on my hair as her climax finally hits. Her muscles go stiff, her entire body straining as pleasure crashes through her, and she claps her free hand over her mouth to stifle her cry.I groan softly against her swollen flesh as I work her through her orgasm, my cock hard as steel and leaking precum from the tip.Usually, with the women I bring back to my place for sex, I make sure they know that we need to stay quiet so as not to wake Brandon. Carolina clearly had that thought without me even needing to tell her, and although I love that she cares so much for Brandon that she wouldn't want to risk waking him, an unfamiliar caveman-like part of me wishes she could get loud for me. Wants to hear her screams.Another groan rumbles in my chest, and I swipe my tongue over her clit again, making her shiver as I finally lift my head.She loosens her hold on my hair, staring