He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Sloane’s POV

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Three weeks have crawled by since I gagged up that morning–after pill. Is that too early to find out if I’m pregnant?

I flew to the pharmacy and bought three tests. Ever was in school, so if I was going to do this, now was the window.

In the bathroom, I shoved two boxes into the cabinet under the sink and tore the third open.

I had to pee so fucking bad my hands were shaking. I held the stick where it needed to be,

capped it, set it on the counter, then wiped up like I was trying to erase evidence. Then I

waited.

And while the minutes dragged, my head did what it always does–it ran backward, straight to the first time I ended up pregnant.

I had met Evan through work Heran Redwood Innovations the CEO, money, charm, the

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For the first year, I played it sweet. I folded myself into their little world until it felt like the

three of us were a unit. I told Lila she was my soul sister, my best friend, and she

swallowed it like candy.

Then I started nudging.

Hemlines inched higher. Shirts clung tighter. Two–inch pumps became five–inch stilettos.

My usual mascara–and–gloss routine turned into something smokier, slower, meant to catch

the eye. I didn’t shove them apart all at once. I pulled, thread by thread.

Evan began noticing. Compliments here, a look there. I acted like it was nothing, like I was

aiming all my effort at the new accountant.

“I’m trying to get his attention,” I told him, all innocence.

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Evan laughed and said he’d bring the guy into one of our late meetings for “input” on a couple of deals. A favor. A setup.

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So Damon–nerdy, eager, helpless–got invited, and I flirted like it was my full–time job. Damon didn’t know where to put his hands or his eyes. Evan did. I saw him tracking my legs when I crossed them, watching the line of skin, the flash of heel.

Neither man knew it, but I wasn’t choosing between them. I was working both.

In those late–night sessions, I made sure contact happened “accidentally.” A hand gliding

against an arm. A thigh brushing a knee. And then, at just the right moment, when we were getting up from the couch in his office and the paperwork had finally blurred into background noise, I stumbled.

I landed in Evan’s lap.

We laughed. I leaned in, soft as a secret, kissed him like it barely counted, and murmured, “Thanks for catching me.” Then I stood up and went right back to business as if nothing had happened.

Once I could feel him hooked, I waited for the right scene.

It came at a dinner party at his house–Lila hosting her friends, proud and glowing. She had even invited Damon because Evan had mentioned my “crush,” and Lila was thrilled for me.

All night I played the part: smiling at Damon, touching his arm, letting him think he had a

chance.

Under the dining table, I let my leg drift until it met Evan’s.

I didn’t move it away. He pressed back, just a little, and I flicked my gaze to him with a small, knowing smile. Nobody noticed. I slid off my shoe and traced upward with my foot, inching along his calf, higher.

He kept talking. Kept eating. Kept his face composed.

As I chatted with Lila, my toes found him, hard and thick beneath the table. I toyed with him, slow and deliberate, kneading pressure into him while the conversation floated on. When I looked over, his eyes were heavy–lidded and his knuckles were white around his fork.

Dessert arrived. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I excused myself, saying I needed the bathroom, because I was so horny I had to touch

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myself just to take the edge off. I walked in, and Evan came in right behind me.

The lock clicked.

He crossed the space and crushed his mouth to mine like he’d been starving.

“Do you think it’s funny?” he hissed against my lips. “Teasing me all night? I’ve never been

this hard. You’re so fucking hot, Sloane.”

He spun me toward the counter and bent me over it. In the mirror I watched him come

undone. He yanked at his slacks, unzipped, shoved them down. My skirt was short and

floaty, sitting above my knees. He hauled it up over my hips, saw I had no panties, and

groaned.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re filthy.”

Then, low and promise–thick: “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

And he did.

He slammed into me with no warning, no gentleness. The sharp pinch of pain only fed the

fire, and he drove into me again and again. I moaned, and his palm clamped over my mouth,

silencing me while his thrusts turned frantic.

A knock rattled the door.

“Sloane? You okay?” Lila’s voice floated through the wood.

“Oh–yes,” I called, forcing it steady. “Just finishing up.”

In the mirror, I saw Evan blink like he’d been dragged back to reality. He started to slow.

I shook my head–no.

Then I ripped my shirt open and unhooked my bra. My tits spilled free, and I toyed with my nipples until his breath hitched and his focus snapped right back to me. He surged again, harder.

As he sped up, he reached down and flicked my clit. The orgasm hit fast and violent; I would have screamed it, but his hand sealed my mouth, trapping it inside me. He buried his face in my neck and groaned as he came, body jerking against mine.

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“Fuck,” he whispered, breath hot on my skin. “That was so good.”

After that, we took whatever we could get–office corners, his car, stolen minutes that

turned into whole nights.