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'And that is enough.'
Eva was smiling but tears swelled in the corners of her eyes. She placed the microphone down through applause and swiftly exited the room. The corridors from the bar were deserted; she slowed her pace slightly. Eva wound her way out onto the side deck, the darkened windows of offices and meeting rooms running along side her.
The door opened and closed, cautious footsteps rounding the corner.
'Dr. Grace.' Eva turned around, the wind whipping her hair.
Dr. Grace stopped like a deer in headlights, his stance almost sheepish as he looked to her. She beckoned him over wordlessly, stepping towards the railing. He hesitated before joining her, standing restlessly, his hands moving along the cold metal.
'You sang.' He spoke after a few long moments.
Eva merely nodded at the statement.
'It was…' Dr. Grace trailed off.
It was rare for him to be at a loss for words. Eva glanced to him. The breeze had brought a pink tint to his cheeks, enhanced by the dim, warm lights running across the roof above them.
'You were really good up there. I never would've expected something like that from you.'
Eva ducked her head and responded simply. 'Thank you.'
She turned her attention out to the waves. The sky had the faintest blue hue on the horizon; stars strung across the night sky, uninhibited by any light from man.
She shoved her hands in her pockets, hiding them from the cold. Her fingers found a nearly empty cigarette box; she had forgotten she had any. The old habit came back naturally as she pulled it out, finding a lighter in the coat's inner pocket.
'You smoke?' Dr. Grace's voice reminded her of his presence.
She shook her head, taking a few attempts to light the cigarette before exhaling the first lungful of smoke.
'It's been a while.' She half answered.
Silence fell for a brief minute then Eva offered the cigarette to Dr. Grace. He took it gingerly, making some comment about his college days; all Eva could think of was how his fingers brushed hers so softly. She couldn't help but laugh as he spluttered out smoke, handing back the cigarette, embarrassed. Their eyes met, twinkling with laughter as she returned the cigarette to her lips.
Eva noticed Dr. Grace's eyes follow its movement, lingering a little to long as she pulled it away to exhale towards the ocean. There was just something about the night that rested differently over her. Whether it was the conversations with Dr. Grace, the singing for the crew, or the rush of nicotine after so long without it that affected her, she could not say. She crushed the butt of the cigarette against the railing, letting it fall overboard.
Dr. Grace's gaze was fixed on her as she turned back to him. Eva moved her hand to rest atop his on the railing, the warmth instantly flooding through her palm. Her heart beat loud in her chest as she stepped into what little space remained between them. She was going to hate herself in the morning. She reached a hand to Dr. Grace's face, fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him down towards her.
'Stratt, what are you-'
'Shut up.' Eva cut him off with a whisper.
Her lips met his, uncharacteristically unsure. Her eyes flickered shut. Dr. Grace cautiously raised his free hand to Eva's waist, warmth spreading from where they met. They parted minutely, breathing hard. Eva smiled at his flushed face, knowing hers was only mirroring it.
His lips parted as if he were about to speak. Eva stopped him with another kiss, preventing whatever quip or comment he would've made coming to fruition. She savoured his surprise and pushed deeper. After the initial shock, Dr. Grace melted into her. Tongues danced, teeth grazing lips, their bodies pressing into one another.
Chatter spilled outside, the door around the corner opening. Eva pulled away abruptly at the sound of laughter and singing. Dr. Grace's expression held something she couldn't place. She turned around and continued walking along the deck, hoping Dr. Grace couldn't see how much she was shaking.
'Stratt!' He called after her; of course he did.
The voices faded away, the door closing without anyone coming around the corner. Dr. Grace's footsteps approached her, hurried.
'Stra- Eva!' His hand met her shoulder.
She stopped moving, but made no effort to turn to him. He rounded her, keeping his hand on her shoulder as he stepped into her space.
'Eva?'
Eva closed her eyes, shuddering. 'Dr. Grace… I'm sorry-' Her throat caught before any excuse could voice itself.
Not that she knew what excuse she could have: she wasn't drunk, and neither was he; she was his boss for God's sake; she had kept such a firm wall up between them, why now did it fail?
Dr. Grace didn't speak. His hand moved to her jaw, gently tipping her head up to look at him. He ran his thumb over her cheek, coaxing her to open her eyes. She kept her gaze at the collar of his shirt, not ready to meet his face.
'That was… deeply unprofessional of me.' She admitted lowly. 'I-'
'Eva.' He repeated her name yet again, ending her thought.
She hadn't known how nice it would be to hear him say her name. She dragged her eyes up; she couldn't help the small smile upon seeing his wonky glasses hanging haphazardly from his face. His thumb slipped under her chin as he leaned in. He kissed her. It was Eva's turn to be frozen with surprise.
After a moment her hands fell to his waist automatically, pulling herself towards him. The hand on her shoulder held her steady as they gently broke apart. It was impossible to miss the want in his eyes as she looked up at him.
'Ryland…' She spoke his name in a whisper.
He broke into a grin.
'This is uncharted ground.' Eva murmured.
Ryland shrugged. 'Is that not what we do every day, step into the unknown?'
She scoffed at his comment, stepping back. Their hands found their way to each other, entangling in the dark. Eva started along the deck, tugging him to follow, his footsteps falling just behind her own.
Eva wasted no time once they were in the safety of her room. She backed Ryland against the wall, securing the door. They panted against one another, mouths exploring hungrily. She teased his lower lip between her teeth, relishing the breathy moans she earned. His hands rested on her waist, her own shifting beneath his cardigan. His glasses pressed uncomfortably against her face, but she ignored its sharp jabbing as she gave into the hunger.
Eva hesitated as her fingers trailed along Ryland's belt, pausing at the buckle.
'Are you sure you want this?' She pulled from their kiss to ask.
Ryland's pupils were blown, paired with a dumb smile.
'I am. 110%!'
Eva shook her head with a laugh, moving to kiss the side of his neck as she deftly undid his belt and fly. He hummed as she grazed lightly at his skin, careful to leave it unmarked. Much to Ryland's dismay, she backed away. Before he could voice any opinion, she was kneeling between his legs, his jeans pulled down to his ankles. His hips bucked at the swift movement, a groan falling from his lips as she looked up at him.
Ryland's hands entangled in Eva's hair, gripping lightly as she yanked his underwear down to expose him fully. The moan that ripped from Ryland as Eva took his length in her mouth was one she would never forget. She moved slowly, rhythmically, her tongue lathing the underside of his cock. Her hands had wrapped around his thighs, keeping them both steady as she gradually undid him.
She hummed as she tongue licked at his tip, the vibrations thrumming through him and causing him to buck into her. Ryland's fingers tightened in Eva's hair, holding her close but not forcing any movement. Moans tumbled freely from him. Eva worked tirelessly, her own wetness between her legs becoming harder to ignore.
'Please- Eva…' Ryland moaned above her.
Eva forced herself to take his full length, careful of gagging as his cock hit the back of her throat. Her nails dug into his thighs, sure to leave crescent marks in their wake. She swallowed around him as he cried out, spilling down her throat hotly.
Eva gradually pulled off him, jaw aching and covered in saliva. Ryland shook above her, his head lolled backwards against the wall. After easing him out of his trainers and dragging his jeans away, she rose to her feet. A smug look rested on her face as she looked at him, sensitive and blissed out.
'God, Eva…' was all he managed, his voice gravelly.
Eva smiled at him, his eyes meeting hers. She roughly grabbed his face, dragging him down to her and crashing their lips together. He groaned as he tasted himself on her tongue, bitter salt staining the saliva between them. Eva struggled to kick off her own shoes before leading Ryland over to her bed, barely separating from each other through their need.
Half the air was knocked out of Ryland as Eva pushed him down onto the sheets, straddling him in one swift movement. He looked up at the woman above him with awe, his eyes dark with lust and face flushing hot. He stared as Eva manoeuvred out of her own trousers and underwear, the smell of her arousal quickly overwhelming them both. Ryland couldn't contain his groan as her cunt spread slick across his thighs, skin against skin. She tugged at his collared shirt and cardigan.
'Off.' she murmured the demand.
Ryland scrambled to obey, drawing a smile from Eva at his eagerness. He threw the garments to the floor, treating his watch and glasses with a little more respect as he placed them on the bedside table. Eva raked her eyes across his chest, hands following as she admired his toned muscles. She stopped.
'You have tattoos?' A hint of surprise was carried in her tone.
Eva grasped his arm, running her thumb over the ink at his wrist, then trailing her fingers up towards his shoulder.
'Ah, yeah.' He shrugged. 'Like the smoking… college.'
Eva smiled, rocking backwards to pull off her turtleneck and sports bra. She remained kneeling above Ryland, tossing the clothes from her. A grin split across her face as his eyes dropped to her chest, his hands rising subconsciously to her hips.
He paused. 'You have one too?'
She nodded, enjoying the feather-light touch as he ran a finger along the edges of the small diamond in between her breasts. His hand was so warm against her skin.
'You really are mysterious.' Ryland reiterated their earlier conversation.
'No I'm not.' Eva responded the same.
She leaned forwards, lowering herself down as her hands ran along Ryland's sides. Their lips met, slow and gentle, carrying the whispers they wouldn't dare voice. Ryland's hands gradually inched up her torso as they lavishly kissed, savouring each moment and the taste of one another.
Eva gasped as Ryland's hands reached for her breasts, toying with her hardened nipples. Their kiss became sloppy as she canted against him, searching uselessly for friction. He continued his leisurely ministrations, shifting the power from Eva into his own court.
'Ryland…' She exhaled against his lips, not missing how his cock twitched at her voice.
'What do you need?' He asked breathily.
A shiver rushed through Eva; he looked good with power on his side. She gave into her need, her mind already foggy with unyielding lust.
'Please… Need- Need you inside.' She panted.
Ryland grinned against her lips, moving to graze his teeth along her neck down to her collarbones. She gasped as he suddenly shifted her, her hands finding purchase on his arms. Eva struggled to keep upright, her hips still searching. Ryland stilled her movement briefly, drawing a needy whine from her.
'Do you have protection?' He asked lowly.
Eva shook her head, taking a moment to find her voice. 'No, but we're both clean.'
'I was meaning…' He trailed off.
'That's not a worry.' Eva assured.
'You're sure?'
'I'm certain.' She nodded.
Ryland pushed himself upright to press a chaste kiss to her lips. He planted kisses down her neck to her chest, rearranging her in his lap. His teeth caught on her skin, his stubble scratching a little as he kissed light bruises across her chest. Eva whined again, desperate. He grinned, giving into her.
Wet heat enveloped him as he eased Eva onto his length, unravelling low moans from them both. They stilled for a moment, adjusting to the feeling. Eva was the first to move, forcing her body upwards before sinking back down. As she got used to the fullness of the man below her, she sped up.
Ryland's hands were at her sides, aiding her movement, his blunt nails digging into her skin. With no warning, his mouth enveloped one of Eva's nipples, earning a gasp. Her moans became louder as he swirled his tongue around the pebbled flesh and sucked lightly. He moved to the other after a minute, his hand replacing where his hot mouth had been.
Eva's head was flung backwards, his upwards thrusts into her matching the rapid pace she had set. The sultry sounds of skin hitting skin was all that filled the room, mingling with the breathless moans and shuddered names. The knot in Eva's core was tight, setting alight to every nerve.
'Ryland…' She just about formed the word. 'Close- need touch…'
Ryland obeyed, his fingers swiftly moving to her clit, circling once, twice… She came with a cry of his name, legs shuddering as her body collapsed forwards. He eased her through it, thrusting into her a couple more times before spilling inside her, calling her name.
The sensations were too much; her skin was too warm, too damp from sweat. Eva was drifting in pleasure, her body wringing every last drop from her. Time stood still as they both came down from their high. Eva flinched as she moved off Ryland, a mess of release stringing between them. She all but collapsed beside him, resting her head on his chest.
He brought a hand to her hair, gently combing through its strands as he kissed her head. She looked up at him, flushed and sweaty, a content smile on her face. She tentatively ran her hand across his jaw, revelling in how he leant into her touch.
He reached for his glasses, putting them back on haphazardly. Eva laughed lightly.
'You won't be needing them long.' Her voice was gravelly but carried humour.
Ryland frowned.
'Don't you want to taste me, Dr. Grace?' Eva questioned teasingly.
His eyes grew somehow darker at the use of his title. 'You can't call me that… not like this.'
Eva raised an eyebrow. 'Why? You don't want to be ordered around?' She kept her teasing tone. 'I can't let you have a power trip now, can I?'
Ryland exhaled heavily, dragging his gaze from Eva's lust filled expression.
'Five minutes?' She suggested, moving away from their embrace.
He nodded, desperation weighing in his voice. 'Yes.'
Eva smirked, slinking out of the bed towards the ensuite. She looked to Ryland from the door, finding him sat up, watching her.
'You're gorgeous.' He spoke almost wistfully. 'Have I ever told you that?'
'It's been implied.' Eva shrugged with a smile.