Page 80 of Bad Situation

I feel his hands grip me and squeeze to the point it stings, but in a way that only makes me want more. It’s not hard to see the greedy possession in his features since all the lights in my room are shining like beacons.

He raises a brow and challenges me. “What, you trust me with your three-quarters-of-a-billion-dollar corporation but not your body?”

I close my eyes and swallow hard because he makes a legitimate point.

“Jen,” he calls and I open my eyes. “Thought we just talked about how life is too short not to take it by the horns and suck it dry.”

I press my ass into his hands but that’s all I give him when I say, “We were talking about dinner, not kink, Mr. FBI Agent.”

His eyes travel down my body to where his hands are and I feel his fingers return between my legs. He slides a finger inside me where I’m wet—no, drenched. When he pulls it out, it feels like silk when he draws it up between my ass cheeks, resting it there, making me gasp. He catches my eyes. “You’re the one talking about kink now, not me. Never thought I’d be into the mister shit but I think I could get used to Mr. FBI Agent.”

I squeeze my ass around his finger where it’s hovering and take a breath, trying to get hold of myself. All this chatting with his finger challenging the no-go zone is strangely making me more wet. “Seriously?”

He looks at me as I feel his hand land in a smack on my ass, making me moan. “Up, baby. I promise it’ll be good.”

I have no doubt anything he’d do will be good. The way I’m feeling right now, it has the potential to be so good, I’m afraid I won’t say no to him—ever.

I push up onto the balls of my feet and climb, one knee at a time, to the edge of my bed.

“Fuck, I love your ass.”

Oh. He’s so an ass man.

“Shaped like a heart. You’re damned perfect, Jensen.”

“Don’t call me that—” I start but my words catch as he shifts my legs apart and doesn’t delay. Wasting no time, he fills me with two fingers and it takes my breath away and I push back onto his hand.

“See?” Damn. He sounds proud of himself and even that turns me on. “Now, arch and give me everything.”

He cups me, pressing his fingertips into my clit, giving me more pressure than he has since he stripped off my dress that’s still laying on my kitchen counter amidst all our dirty dishes. But just as quickly, he lets me go.

“Eli,” I complain, arching my back, reaching for his fingers. Needing his touch.

“Finally,” he mutters. With one hand tight on my thigh, he finally gets down to business after doing nothing but working me into a mess of knots with an intensity so massive, it could bring down figurative buildings.

Gripping the bedding beneath me, I squeeze my eyes shut and my jaw goes slack.

I brace.

When it comes over me, so does Eli. With his thighs pressed into mine and his chest heavy on my back, his lips hit the skin where my neck and shoulder meet. He nips me there as I come apart, the insignificant pain pushing my orgasm further, to a land I’ve never been before. As I come down, he follows it up with his tongue, lapping my skin like a balm.

Through all this, he never lets up on my clit and my body is showing the effects. But I can’t move since his tattooed arm has rounded my body angled up, he’s cupping my breast and twisting my nipple hard. He’s effectively holding me hostage in his erotic never-never land.

I’ll gladly stay forever.

Just like he made me chase my orgasm, I think I’d chase him anywhere.

As I return to earth, his voice is low and gravely in my ear. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

I’m spent but he hasn’t let me go, supporting my weight as I feel his rough denim scratching my hypersensitive skin as he yanks at his jeans behind me.

“We might not be suited and started out in the worst situation ever, but I can’t get you out of my head, baby.”

My insides tighten because I hate that he thinks that. I’ve never met anyone more suited for me.

He rubs the tip of his cock over my sex, coating himself, and runs his tongue up the outside of my ear when he keeps on, “Especially after this morning. From the shit swirling around us, to worrying about you, to me moving inside you for the first time. I have no business being with you, but here I am, breaking every rule—both written and unwritten.”

With that he pushes his way in with no warning, conjuring a moan from deep inside me.

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