Page 647 of Filthy Elites

“I’m surprised you noticed such a thing.”

“Just shut up and kiss me. You fucking know you want to.”

I return to her lips, and she kisses me, taking me deeper down the rabbit hole I dug for myself.

FIFTEEN

Billie

Look at me,again.

I’m in his arms once more, but this time as we kiss, everything feels different.

Everything sensual that was placed to the back of my mind has come forward and met the wild sexual haze that usually possesses us when we’re together.

It’s so potent that as he kisses me a jolt of emotion hits my soul.

I no longer find myself counting down the days until this is over. Instead, I’m thinking about what I’m going to do after, when I’m supposed to leave and this will end.

What if I never feel like this again?

What if I never meet anyone who makes me feel like everything, just with one look.

Chad is not the guy to lose my heart to .

He told me not to fall for him, so what’s happening to me now?

My brain is desperately struggling to hold on to the line I’m not supposed to cross in this arrangement of ours, but my heart is leaping over it head first.

I never used to understand when people would say they could fall for someone within days, or at first sight, but now I think I do, and that’s not good.

Doing what he’s told me to do has opened up this vortex of wanting him, and I seem to stop myself from falling deeper into the great beyond.

Chad kisses me harder, and I allow the desire sweeping through me to guide my actions and my every thought.

I push aside my worries and tug on his shirt. I’ve never seen him shirtless or fully naked before, and I want to.

I loop the white cotton and pull harder, and he follows my meaning.

He breaks from my lips and lifts the shirt over his head with a proud smile that only a guy who knows he looks like a Greek god would have.

My lips part as I take in the serious muscle facing me, with rows of tattoos lining his abs.

On his chest is the image of Poseidon holding up a golden trident. That’s his Titan, and it suits him.

The artwork against his muscle is so striking I reach out and touch it, running my fingers along the smooth but taut skin over hard muscle, evidence of how he must workout.

“Like what you see, baby girl?” The deep baritone of his voice whispers over me like a gentle caress, and he captures my gaze in such a way that I can neither deny the truth nor look away. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Then come back to me.” He crooks his finger, beckoning me to go to his lips, so I do.

We fall into a kiss that speaks of forever, and it feels like we should always be doing this.

When he sheds the rest of his clothes, gets on top of me, and plunges deep into my body, that feels like always too.

At that moment, fear comes back when I like feeling this way too much.

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