Page 158 of The Contract

I groan, my hips shifting, my fingers tangling in the silk of her hair.

So fucking real.

A slow, wet slide, the perfect amount of pressure, the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucks me like she needs it just as much as I do.

“Fuck, Elena,” I rasp, my breath ragged, my body bowing up toward the heat of her mouth.

Then—

The sharp, intrusive blare of my phone shatters the moment.

That goddamn thing has the worst fucking timing.

A frustrated growl rumbles in my chest, but the second I shift, my mind clears just enough to register something crucial.

This isn’t a dream.

Elena’s mouth is on me.

My eyes snap open, my breath catching at the sight of her beneath the sheets, her dark hair spilling over my thighs, her lips wrapped around my cock as she watches me with that wicked, knowing glint in her hazel eyes.

My head tips back against the pillows, a ragged curse spilling from my lips as I fist the sheets.

“Christ, baby.”

She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my spine, making me jerk.

The phone rings again, vibrating against the nightstand, and I swear to fucking God, I’m seconds away from smashing the damn thing.

Elena pulls off me with a soft pop, her lips swollen, her smile lazy as she glances at the offending device. “You gonna get that?”

“Not a fucking chance.”

Elena releases me, straddling my hips, her warm, naked body stretching over me as she reaches for the phone. My hands instinctively find her waist, but my attention is locked on theway her breasts brush against my chest, her smooth skin gliding over mine.

“Tsk, tsk.” She clicks her tongue. “What a naughty CEO you are.”

One of those perfect, fucking gorgeous breasts is so close to my mouth that I reach up, my tongue flicking out to catch her nipple—only for her to pull back at the last second, grinning like she enjoys torturing me.

“Fortune favors the bold, Mr. Wolfe,” she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement as she swipes her finger across the screen and hands me the phone.

Fuck.

I grit my teeth, my cock still throbbing from the loss of her mouth, and force myself to answer. “This is Wolfe.”

Before I can even process whatever the hell Marcus is rambling about, Elena shifts lower, her lips wrapping around me again, her tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles.

My stomach clenches.

A sharp inhale is all I manage before she takes me deeper, her hand gripping the base, stroking in perfect sync with her mouth.

Marcus keeps talking, rattling on about an update from the land-use attorneys regarding the commissioner’s email, but fuck if I can focus.

Elena’s eyes flick up, mischief dancing in their depths, and when she hums around my cock, my head hits the pillow, a ragged exhale escaping me.

I thread my fingers through her hair, my grip tightening just enough to guide her—to tell her without words just how good she’s ruining me.

“Yes.”

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