All Chapters of Resisting The Playboy's Charm: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CarolinaMy entire body feels like it's tingling from the string of orgasms I've had. I literally lost count at one point and just had to text an emoji to Evans because I couldn't get my thumbs to type out anything more than that.And yet somehow, despite how many times I've come tonight, heat flashes through me as I read his last text.EVANS: Open your legs, angel. The first thing I want to see is how wet you are.Holy shit, this man. He's not even here, and his dirty mouth still has me squirming. I follow the command in the text, leaving the vibrator inside my pussy and spreading my legs open wide.It's a vulnerable position to be in, especially since I can feel how wet I am, my slick arousal cooling on my thighs as the air hits it. But I trust Evans, and I like obeying his bossy orders in bed, because every time I do, the reward makes it well worth the effort.My clit is still throbbing, and my entire lower body feels swollen and hot. The little silicone toy has finally stopped vib

CarolinaStarting to move my hand and mouth in unison, I bob my head up and down, working to go a little deeper each time. My heart pounds harder, a little spike of adrenaline zapping through me every time his crown hits the back of my throat.When I have him deeper than I've ever taken him before, I squeeze the base of his shaft with my hand and then swallow, and Evans's thigh muscles go rigid."Fuck," he grunts. "Jesus fucking Christ, Carolina. Where did you learn to do that?"I'm assuming the question must be rhetorical, since there's no way I can answer right now. But I can also tell he liked it, so I do it again, holding my breath as I slide down a little farther and then swallow around him.I keep going like that, opening my throat and the back of my mouth as much as I can as I struggle to take him all the way inside. Evans's hand tightens around my hair, pulling on the strands until a pleasant sting spreads across my scalp. His breath is ragged, and when I look up at him throug

EvansOutside the windows in my home office, the sky is a gentle shade of deep orange, fading into the gray of the clouds. It's early in the evening, and from the other room, I can hear the sounds of Carolina playing with Brandon: her voice, and Brandon's cheerful peals of laughter.The doorbell sounds. I consider getting up to answer it myself, but I hear Carolina call out, and her footsteps echo in the front hall.There is a quiet exchange of words, unintelligible from this far away, and then the sound of the door closing. A few moments later, she appears in the doorway to my office.A large garment bag is slung over her forearm, and she wears a baffled, worried look on her face."What the hell is this?" she asks.I lean back in my chair, regarding her steadily. "It's a dress."She scoffs a little. "I know that, but what's it doing here?""I ordered it for the charity auction," I tell her. "I wanted to make sure you had something to wear."She blinks at me, seeming stunned, then unz

CarolinaHow many other nannies are here? Technically, I'm on the clock, but I feel as though I'm crossing about a million lines.My eyes rake the room, searching for someone else with a child. There are a few small children accompanying their parents to this gala, so that in and of itself isn't odd. But... my heart pounds uncomfortably as I realize that the women holding their hands are most likely their mothers.And on top of everything... if there were other nannies in this ballroom, how many of them are fucking their bosses?Maybe that's why Declan was staring at me. He knows something.For the next few minutes, while Evans talks to his friends, I do my best to keep my eyes off of him. I focus on a piece of the dance floor ten yards away, watching an endless parade of designer shoes cross the hardwood.When I finally look up at the door, I see exactly the person I was hoping to see.Olivia hovers by the ballroom entrance, wearing a deep purple dress that she wore to another friend

EvansThe event starts to wind down around midnight. All of the paintings have been sold, and the crowd has thinned out considerably as the auction comes to a close.Sophie goes home shortly after Carolina does, and I retreat with the guys to a private cigar room off of the main ballroom. Everything's leather in here, and the air smells like smoke and whiskey."This place is very you, Dec," Reed says, flopping down into a high-backed armchair.Declan snorts, but doesn't disagree, as he pours glasses of whiskey for the three of us. We light cigars and settle into the chairs, listening to the murmur of voices coming from outside the door."This has been an interesting evening," Declan says quietly, after some time."Did either of you buy anything?" I ask, avoiding his gaze."I didn't," Declan replies. "Just made observations."That can't be good."Well, who wasn't making observations?" Reed says with a dry chuckle. He flicks some ash from the tip of his cigar. "I got a couple paintings