I drew back to meet her wild eyes. “I’m going to need to fuck you every day. Need to suck your nipples and eat this pussy whenever I want it. Make you come until you pass out then start all over again. Tell me okay. Tell me you want that too.”
“I want that too.”
“Good.” I slid my arm between us and found her clit, rolling it under my fingertips. “Now, it’s time for you to come all over my cock so I can fill you up. Are you getting there?”
“I’m so close.” She clutched my arm and glided her hand down to mine. Her fingers aligned with mine, circling her clit with me. “That feels so good. You’re making me come so hard.”
“Let me see, beautiful. Show me.”
Her neck arched as she tossed her head back. Watching her come apart at the seams up close and personal was so erotic I nearly went with her.
Her moans reverberated through my bones, and the way she held on to my arms as her body set free fed me down to my core.
I fell onto her, riding her hard, thrusting deep. Curling around her, holding her in my arms, I gave her my all. She cooed my name, clenching me tight within her, and there was nothing else. Only this. I spilled my pleasure in her, filling her to the brim. She cried out in sync with me, my name in sweet coos. My mouth latched on to her throat, sucking her soft skin until I needed to breathe again.
“Catherine.” I rolled my forehead along hers, and she sighed, combing through my hair.
“Elliot.”
I grinned at her, lightness filling my chest. “You’re lovely.”
She grinned back. “Thank you. You’re lovely too.”
We rolled to our sides, and Catherine winced when she ended up in the puddle she’d made.
“You’re going to have to change your sheets.”
“Or…” I curled my arm around her waist, utterly content in a way completely unfamiliar, “I could sleep with you in your bed, so I won’t have to worry about it tonight.”
She looked at me for so long I thought she’d deny me.
“You want to sleep with me?”
I raised my brows. “Were you going to leave me in here all by myself?”
“Well…”
I palmed her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh. She wanted it, but she wasn’t ready to say it. It was fortunate I had no trouble taking charge.
“Put on your pajamas, sweetheart. We’re having a sleepover.”
Chapter Twenty-six
Catherine
Elliot left before Joey and I got out of bed, whispering goodbye to me and pecking my cheek. He had his routine, meeting Weston and Luca at the gym most mornings and rarely deviated from it. It was something I admired about him, along with his magic dick and incomparable mouth skills.
I learned something else about Elliot last night: he cuddled. He fell asleep beside me, but as soon as he’d passed out, he’d thrown his arm around me and pulled me close. I hadn’t thought I’d be able to sleep like that, but the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I wasn’t a walking zombie yet again.
So, when I passed Joey-Girl to Freddie and ventured into the kitchen to make breakfast, I was in a pretty great mood. Seeing the note waiting for me on the counter made it even better.
Catherine,
We’re having lunch together today. Write it on my schedule. If I have an appointment, reschedule it. In fact, reschedule all my lunch appointments from now on.
Please.
There’s an iced coffee waiting for you in the refrigerator.
Yours,
Elliot
P.S. You are a hardcore cuddler. No sense of personal space at all. I liked it.
Laughing, I tucked his note away with the others. If that was the narrative he was going with, I’d let him. I knew the truth. Elliot Levy was the cuddler. That was going in today’s postscript.
Elliot took me to lunch. I hadn’t allowed him to reschedule all of his lunchtime appointments—mostly because it would have been me doing all the legwork—but now, I was questioning myself. Sharing a baby-free meal with him had been nice. Really nice. And now we were walking back to the office together.
And he was holding my hand.
I wiggled my fingers between his. “We should really stop this.”
He clamped down on my hand. “Why would we do that?”
“Because we’re almost back to the office and might see people we know.”
“And?”
I huffed. “And…there will be questions.”
“Are you worried you won’t have answers?”
I wiggled my fingers again. “I’m not worried, but I am private.”