Page 151 of Return Policy

“Shhh,” I hum against her soft skin. “Quiet, baby.”

“Then don’t nibble me like asquirrel.”

I pause, lifting my head, and her amused gaze catches mine. “You really want me to stop?”

She narrows her eyes, sucking her lower lip between her teeth, but doesn’t say another word. I continue until she trembles beneath me.

“Elijah,” she whimpers breathlessly.

I suck on her clit while slowly sliding two fingers into her dripping wet opening. A sweet moan escapes her lips as I arch my fingers towards the spot that always has her screaming my name. “Should I grab your pink toy?”

She laughs breathlessly. “No need. Eat your heart out, baby.”

I increase the pace, and she yanks a pillow from behind her, throwing it over her face. Muffled moans have my dick begging to join the party, but I don’t stop until she clenches firmly around my fingers and those beautiful cries stop completely. She flings the pillow across the room, gasping for air as I slide my fingers out of her, sucking off the proof of my victory.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” I ask, trailing kisses up her body.

“Did my moaning into a pillow not seem like I was enjoying myself enough?”

“That was only the preview.”

“Shouldn’t I return the favor first?” she asks between panted breaths.Oh, hell yes.

“No,” I say firmly as my dick yells at me. “This is the night where I make sure you won’t ever forget my name. Remember?”

“As if I ever could,” she says seriously.

“I know.” Smiling, I brush a stray hair behind her ear. “Because I’m going to give you another orgasm.”

“Elijah Anderson. The king of sweet talk.”

“Only for you, Sunflower.” I nuzzle her nose, then hop off the bed and undo my belt, ripping it off. She smirks at it, and my blood buzzes at the shared memory. “Not tonight.” She mock pouts as I drop it to the floor. I unbutton my jeans and kick them off, climbing back on the bed.

“Those too,” Sophia commands, freezing me in place halfway over her, her gaze glued to my royal blue briefs.

“Excuse me?”

She reaches out, running her finger between the hem and my skin. “These. Too.”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” I tease, standing up and dropping them to the floor. I place my hands on my hips and turn my head to the side, pretending to be a statue.

“Don’t move,” Sophia instructs, jumping off the bed.

“What? Do you want to draw me in all my dick glory?” I laugh, watching as she scoops up her camera. “Oh, no freaking way.”

“Come on.” She sticks out her lower lip, attempting to pout, but her cute smile peeks through.

“You really want to take dick pics?”

“I am not takingdick pics,” she scoffs. “This isart.” She gestures toward me.“Youare art.”

“Fine.” I huff, secretly savoring how her eyes appraise me like a million-dollar statue. I put my hands on my hips and straighten my back, and then the clicking of her camera fills the room.

“Get on the bed.” She points towards the rumpled covers, and I dive headfirst into them. Sophia laughs, squeezing my ass cheek, before delivering a stinging slap.

“Ow!” I whip around to face her beaming, gorgeous face. “We are makinglovetonight, Sophia.”

“We don’t have to make love like virgins,Elijah.” I throw my grinning face back in the pillow I’m holding. “Roll over.”

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