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I throw my head back, laughing. “Mind-blowing, yes please. In the shower, fuck yes. Somewhere crazy and public? Never in our lives,” I say sternly.

“Never is a long time, baby,” he replies, pressing his mouth to mine, carrying me backwards into the bathroom. Whiskey envelops my senses as his tongue brands me for life.

He lowers me to the edge of the vanity, his palms still gripping my thighs.

“What’s the fastest way to get you out of this contraption?” Elijah’s lust-filled eyes analyze my jumpsuit.

“Honestly?” I giggle, remembering how hard it was to put on. “To let me do it.”

“Watch you strip for me?” He sits on the already closed toilet seat with an appreciative gaze. “With pleasure.”

I slide the thick straps off my shoulders and tug the top down to my hips. I have a black strapless bra keeping Elijah from getting the full show just yet. This jumpsuit is clinging to me like saran wrap, and I’m struggling to pull it down and off. Elijah grabs my arm, tugging me over to him, my chest directly in his face. He angles down to kiss my soft stomach. I run three miles a day and still can’t seem to get my own set of abs.What kinda bullshit is that?

Using his large hands, he pushes the jumpsuit down my legs, freezing when noticing my iridescent black lace thong.

“You had this on all night?”

I bite my lower lip. “Yes.”

“Sorry, baby,” he rasps. “Next time we’redefinitelypulling an S & J.”

“We arenotmaking that a thing.”

“It’salreadya thing.” He chuckles, rubbing a calloused hand against my hip. “But it needs to be an S &Ething.”

I take a step back, his hand dropping from my hip, and maintain eye contact while peeling the rest of the jumpsuit off.

Note to self: koala costume is sexy on but sooo not sexy to take off.

Elijah’s amused expression turns starved, his gaze burning into my skin, bringing goosebumps bubbling to the surface.

He stands slowly, staring into my eyes while backing me towards the wall, caging me in. His warm palms glide along my exposed hips as he drops to the floor in front of me, and I will never tire of bringing this man to his knees.

He’s level with the black scrap of lace, looking up at me with those “fuck me, baby” eyes.

Elijah grips my hips firmly, planting soft kisses on top of the fabric before exhaling a hot breath. My knees buckle, but his muscular arms hold me up as a soft moan escapes my lips.

He growls in approval, kissing along the hem of my thong before dragging his tongue underneath the fabric. I’m trying to remain patient and not act like the horny fucking teenager I was last time, but the movement has me letting out another quiet whimper.

He stands abruptly, and I frown. “Why did—”

“Take your panties off,” he commands, undoing his belt buckle and ripping it off.

My gaze remains on the belt in his hand. “Make me.”

He looks down at the thin strap of leather, then back to me, recognition flashing across his face. “Are you sure?” His stare is so intense I stop breathing as a rush of adrenaline rips through my body.

“Yes, Mr. Grey.”

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ELIJAH

Sophia gives me the sexiest “I dare you” look I’ve ever seen before placing her hands on the wall, awaiting her punishment.

I’m in so much damn trouble.

My chest heaves in anticipation as I stare at the belt in my hand. The idea of hurting her has me second guessing my offer, but if she wants to fulfill a bad girl fantasy, I’ll happily oblige.

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