P.S. You're Intolerable (The Harder They Fall, #3)(72)

“Need you, baby. Can’t get enough.” Trailing his hand to my upper thigh, he lifted it up so my knee rested on the desk. I was splayed wide for him, and if I had been given a chance to consider how I must have looked, I might have been self-conscious. But Elliot gave me no room to breathe, much less worry about my lumps and bumps. Besides, this man was on fire for me. Clearly, he had no problem with how I looked.

He reached between my legs to circle my clit, and I vibrated, my limbs weak but taut. If not for the desk and the man sandwiching me between them, I would have melted onto the ground. But Elliot had me, and I didn’t fear he would let me go.

I came with sudden, wild intensity, clenching around Elliot’s thick length, drawing him to the deepest part of me. He groaned with me, keeping his steady rhythm, riding me through my climax. Black spots danced behind my lids. I bit down on my forearm to attempt to muffle myself again. I couldn’t keep my voice down, and I didn’t want to try.

“Yes, sweetheart. That’s so beautiful.” Elliot spread my cheeks with his thumbs, muttering curses under his breath. “Seeing you gripping my cock. Trying to milk me. You want me to fill you up? Get you messy?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Please, please, please.”

“Oh yes, you like that. I feel you.” He powered into me, holding me wide open. I felt his eyes on me, watching himself fuck me. I was dizzy from it, from him, and he kept going, pounding frantically.

“Oh god, oh god, Catherine.” His mouth clamped my shoulder, wet and warm. He sucked and bit, and I turned my head toward him, rubbing myself on all the parts I could reach.

With a final, guttural grunt, he let himself go inside me. My inner walls warmed with his spilled pleasure, and his clothed body draped over my back heated the rest of me.

“Yes, yes.” He rubbed his forehead on my shoulder, then drew back, bringing me with him until we were sitting in his chair, his cock still wedged deep inside me.

He chuckled and picked up my arm, which fell down when he let it go. “You’re floppy.”

Laughing, I nuzzled his throat. “Somehow, I’m expected to go back to work now.”

He held up his watch to check the time. “We have a meeting in thirty minutes.”

“No,” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “I’m ready for a nap.”

He patted my hip. “I have immense faith in your ability to pull yourself together.”

“Elliot,” I sighed. “We really shouldn’t do this here again.”

“Hmmm.” He moved my hair to the side to kiss the hinge of my jaw. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about what it would be like to do exactly what we just did? Every time you sat across from me, unflappable and perfect, I imagined you mussed up and wild.”

My inner walls fluttered around his half-hard cock. He took me by the hips and ground me down on him until we were both panting all over again.

“We can’t.” I tapped his watch. “Your meeting.”

“If you want me to make it to my meeting, don’t do tricks with your pussy.”

I pried one of his fingers off me. “You could let me up.”

“In due time.” He wrapped his arms around me, resting his hand possessively on my stomach. “I’ve been waiting for this, so I’m going to savor it, especially if you won’t let me have it again.”

I slid my hand over his, slotting our fingers together, and accepted the truth. Elliot Levy really liked me, and he wasn’t afraid to show it now that it was out in the open. This feeling of being wanted and adored, something I hadn’t had much of in my life, would be what I would savor.

“Maybe it could happen again.” I kissed the underside of his jaw. “Once or twice more.”





Chapter Twenty-seven





Elliot





Catherine smoothed her hands over her sunny yellow top and flicked her eyes to mine. Even unsure, she was stunning, taking my breath right out of my lungs in her ripped jeans that hugged her ass and a flowy top that showed a lot of tattoos and a peek of cleavage. She’d left her hair down at my request, and it was all I could do not to shove my fingers in it and gather it in my fists.

While I was drinking in every beautiful inch of her, she was worrying her lip and working herself into an anxious dither.

“Are you sure I should come with you? Won’t it be weird?”

I took her hand and tugged her against me, giving her ass a hard squeeze. “I’m not going if you’re not with me. And if I don’t show, my sister will beat my door down since I’ve missed the last few brunches.”

“Because of me.”

Because I’d chosen to spend my precious free time with her and Josephine. It wasn’t a difficult choice. Now that Catherine had signed the contract and we’d settled into our relationship, sharing her with the other important people in my life was the next logical step.

I touched her lips with mine. “Because I’ve been busy, which my friends are used to. Now I’m available, and so are you. No more excuses.”

We were already in the parking lot of the restaurant anyway. There wasn’t a chance I was letting her get back in the car to go home.

I grabbed Jo’s car seat from the back and slipped Catherine’s diaper bag from her shoulder. She grumbled a protest, but there was no need for her to carry either while I was with her. Eventually, she would get used to being treated the way she deserved, but we were still getting there.