“If you have ‘fuck you’ money, I won’t have to wonder why you’re with me. Our playing field will be as even as I think you’ll allow me to make it. I’ve thought about it, and I believe this is the only way for us both to feel comfortable going forward.” He took my cheek in his palm, locking my gaze with his. “And Catherine, I want to go forward with you, however that looks.”
I rolled my lips over my teeth, considering what he was saying. Elliot knew how to sell things. It was his job to know his audience. If he’d tried to frame it as something just for me, it would have been easier to say no. But since it was for him too, I was wavering.
“It’s too much,” I whispered.
“It isn’t. That shouldn’t be a reason for you to hesitate.”
“What would you do in my position?”
“I’d take it.” No hesitation at all.
“That simple?”
“It is. I want you, and I’ll remove every obstacle that might be in the way of us making it.” He stroked my chin with his thumb, and I found myself softening, inside and out. “This isn’t a manipulation tactic. There are no strings. I’m giving you something free and clear. This contract doesn’t tie you to me. You aren’t indebted to me. I hold no power over you, and you’ll be with me solely because you don’t want to be with anyone but me.”
For the first time since we’d entered his office, Elliot’s smooth facade broke, and between the cracks, his vulnerability showed through. I couldn’t say I knew what it was like to date as a wealthy man, but I could imagine. Trust was probably next to impossible to come by, always wondering about the other person’s motives. I knew I’d ended up in Elliot’s bed because of my growing feelings for him, and those feelings wouldn’t have changed if he was as broke as I was. He probably knew that too, but I didn’t doubt he’d sometimes question it.
“Mistrust is no place to begin a relationship,” I started.
His nostrils flared. “I do trust you. I explained my reasoning.”
“And I trust you.” Leaning forward, I picked up the pen he’d laid beside the papers. “I’m going to sign so we can move on from this without any questions in front of us. Whatever happens, it’s because we both want it.”
He was silent while I went through the contract, initialing and signing beside his own signature. When I was finished, I tossed the pen down and swiveled around in his lap, putting us nose to nose.
“There,” I whispered.
In one moment, a pin could have been heard dropping. In the next, Elliot let loose a possessive growl.
Then he was on me.
Lips, hands, everywhere.
Elliot was an animal unleashed, taking what he wanted without asking. He didn’t need to since I wanted him just as bad.
My mouth was bitten and tingling from his ravenous kisses. My panties were discarded in a heap with my skirt and my resolve to remain professional at the office.
He bent me over his desk, my legs spread wide and sucked on my clit like he was trying to reach my soul.
My fist was in my mouth, doing my best to keep my moans muffled. Though I hoped his office was soundproofed because I was doing a terrible job.
“Please, please,” I breathed into my fist. “I need, I—”
He slipped two fingers inside me, finding my G-spot like he possessed an internal map of my body. My legs started to shake, and my belly flooded with heat.
“Elliot…oh god, I’m going to come.”
His tongue flattened against my clit, flicking and pressing until I forgot where we were and that I was supposed to be quiet. I ground my ass and pussy into his mouth, clawing at the desk in front of me.
Fingers digging into my hips, Elliot anchored himself to me, giving my sensitive lips long, licking kisses until I couldn’t take another second of it.
And neither could he.
He rose behind me, the sound of his zipper exciting a spark inside me. One arm wrapped around my shoulders to cup my throat, he bent over me, his face coming down beside mine. At the same time, the wide head of his cock prodded my entrance until he was perfectly aligned.
My pleasure had slickened my walls and inner thighs. Elliot slammed into me in one powerful thrust, and I took him. Not easily. He was too thick and long for it to be easy to get used to his invasion, but there was no pain.
“Jesus, sweetheart. Your pussy is so damn wet for me.” His mouth latched on to my shoulder as he drove into me in short, hard pumps.
“You did that to me.” I turned my head to the side, rubbing my cheek on his hair. “You make me so hot.”