Page 53 of Bad Situation

“Not now. But definitely later when I can take my time with you.”

I lose his eyes because he dips his head, wrapping his lips around my clit.

My head falls to the table with a clunk. “Please don’t stop this time.”

That spurs him on and he absolutely doesn’t stop. He wasn’t kidding when he said he missed me. Sliding a finger inside along with everything he’s doing with his mouth speeds my heart. I want to move, rub against him, do anything I can for more.

Pressing down on the table, I arch, but he’s still holding one of my legs and tightens his grip. He hooks his finger in my sex as he sucks. It starts to build to the point of no return.

“Eli,” I breathe on a gasp and reach for something to hold onto, but since I’m on my dining table, there’s nothing.

He lets go of my leg and grabs my ass with both hands, holding me to him. I push off the table with my feet—wanting more and needing him to stop all at the same time.

But it’s good. Better than good.

I don’t know what it is about him. Maybe it’s that he knows everything about me, my background—hell, there’s a good chance he knows my net worth, or at least a ballpark figure. But he hasn’t wanted anything from me but me. He doesn’t want a job or a business merger. He’s not just another Texan who comes from money who wants to increase his value by marrying into more money.

He only wants me.

And no one’s wanted only me for a long time. Maybe ever.

At least, I hope that’s the case.

My head lolls to the side on the hard surface but Eli doesn’t give me time to come down from my high. He wraps an arm under my back and lifts. I’m up in his arms and barely have the strength to wrap my legs around his hips again. When he moves to the sectional, we go down, me on his lap, but he doesn’t let me go. He leans back and fits me to his wide chest—my bare skin pressed up against his clothes. His cock is hard, pressing into me and I love how we fit. Like I was made for his chest, his arms, his cock.

We’d be perfect, if it wasn’t for pretty much everything else swirling around us.

Only I would find the one person perfect for me but no one can know about him because he’s a Special Agent with the FBI, who’s currently trying to take me down for something I didn’t do.

Eli rubs my back through the silk of my robe. My hair is going to be a mess from drying naturally.

Still. I don’t care. I sink onto his chest.

Eli puts his lips to the side of my frizzing hair. “Didn’t know what to expect from you this morning but it wasn’t that. I like your kind of welcome home.”

Hmm. Home.

I like it too, but I don’t say anything and I definitely don’t move an inch since he feels good, plus, I’m naked and pressed up against him.

His hands land on my ass and he sighs. “I take it you’re back to driving yourself around like a normal person?”

That might piss me off had he not just put his mouth between my legs and rocked my world, so I nod. “Says the Prophet who saves the world in leaps and bounds.”

“Now you’re mixing the Bible and comic books. My mother would chastise you.”

I smile and push up enough to look up at him but keep my breasts pressed to his chest. “So would mine.”

“Mine would also light a candle for you.”

“Catholic?” I ask.

He nods. “She kept a wooden spoon in her purse to easily reach me when I was fucking around during mass on Sunday mornings. I’m surprised I don’t have a permanent knot on the back of my head.”

My smile grows. “My mother is Southern Baptist. We were even baptized in a river. Just one more reason to add to the long list of reasons why this is a bad situation.”

“The worst.” He presses his hips up into me and I feel it on my still swollen clit when he smirks. “When do you need to leave?”

“In about two minutes. I’m going to be late.”

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