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“Do you have any idea how bad I want you?” I mumble into her mouth between kisses as I gently brush her hair back.

“Why don’t you show me?” she asks breathlessly while ripping the borrowed hoodie over her head and tossing it to the floor. She isn’t wearing a bra, and I gasp at how perfect her breasts are. “Prove to me you know how to use those hands.”

I bite my lower lip, releasing it slowly. “Yes, ma’am.”

20

SOPHIA

The second Elijah told me I was breaking his heart every second we’re apart, I lost all control, because mine was shattering to pieces every damn day just the same. Each time his eyes connect with mine, it fuels that insatiable hunger.

I need him.

Touching me.

Inside of me.

Everywhere.

And for the love of God, all at once.

There's a fire burning inside of me, and Elijah Anderson is one-hundred-percent pure kerosene.

My legs straddle him as my center rests flush against his muscular stomach. The sweatpants I’m wearing are getting in the way of reaching that glorious feeling, and I’m dying to grind skin to skin against his firm, rippled abs.

I’ve gone from hesitant to desperate in seconds.

He can’t possibly promise he won’t leave me after learning every dark part of me, but I’m choosing to live in the moment and enjoy the man in front of me—or rather, under me.

His stone-hard dick twitches against my ass as he pushes himself up off the bed, wrapping his arms around me while trailing kisses from my cheek, along my jaw, and down to my neck. He exhales a warm breath, and the hairs on my arms stand, my breathing increasingly more unsteady by the second.

With a bent head, he drags his teeth down toward my collarbone, sucking lightly. He’s definitely going to leave a pretty bruise, but it feels too euphoric to give a shit.

Elijah flips me onto my back, hovering above me before gliding his tongue to the center of my neck. My eyes flutter closed as he trails kisses downward to the top of my aching breasts. He stops abruptly, and my eyes flick open and downwards to the sight of his sensual, mischievous grin.

“What do you want me to do to you, baby?” he asks, dragging a finger along the hem of my sweatpants.

I would give my left tit if you’d suck the right one right the fuck now.

“Anything you want,” I pant impatiently.

“AnythingI want?” he asks with eyes so filled with lust I’m dripping with desire.

“You heard me.”

“Hmm,” he hums against my chest, and the vibration rattles to my core. “Tell me, Sophia, are you the kind of girl that makes love or likes to fuck dirty? Should I be Jack Dawson or Christian Grey?”

My clit throbs from his deliciously filthy line of questioning, and I grin at his casual reference to not onlyTitanic, butFifty Shades of Grey. “How about you just be Elijah Anderson for tonight, and we can save the role playing for tomorrow?”

His eyes dance with amusement as he bends his head and sucks my nipple between his teeth, causing a yelp to escape me at the combined pain and pleasure.

He continues nibbling as I glide my hands down his exposed torso to his sweatpants, slipping just below the hem. I drag a finger slowly along the edge of his briefs, pausing in the middle before venturing lower—inch by inch. He rolls his hips, causing his bulging cock to press against my hand, and I wrap my fingers around it.

If I could choose one superpower in this moment, it would be to blink and be buck fucking naked.

There’s too much clothing, not enough skin contact, and I am too damn empty. It’s embarrassing how impatient I am for him to fill me completely.

Question:what does it take to turn Sophia into a desperate little ho?

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