Page 17 of Curiosity

Clearly,he wasn’t feeling cooperative.

I followed him inside, my gaze going immediately to the buttons to see what floor he would press.

He didn’t press any.

He pressed the button to close the door, and then turned to me with a ravenous scowl that made me back away, into the wall of the elevator.

Then he dropped to his knees in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, but made exactlyzeroattempts to stop him from reaching underneath my dress and pulling my panties down my legs.

“What you wanted to happen when you came to my establishment looking like you did.”

I wanted to ask how he knew.

Not that it mattered with my leg hiked over his shoulder and his face in my pussy.

Deep.

His nose was pressed against my clit, his breath teasing me as his tongue dipped between my folds, lapping up the arousal that had been building there since he grabbed my neck.

Stillbuilding.

With one hand, he spread me open, exposing my clit so he could cover it with his mouth. My knees buckled as he sucked hard, pushing twoperfect for thisfingers into me.

He knew exactly where to aim them this time.

Knew exactly how deep to go, how fast to do it in time with his tongue. My hands went to his head, sinking into the lush coils he kept a little higher than the faded sides, gripping to give me some semblance of control.

Even though we both knewexactlywhat this was.

My head fell back against the elevator wall, and I abandoned any commitment to decorum, letting out every moan, every whimper as Elias licked me into an absolute frenzy, then into an orgasm. Then, with my thighs still trembling, licked me clean.

He pulled my panties back up for me as he stood, then used the pocket square from his suit jacket to wipe his face. He was so calm, so collected, like he hadn’t just eaten my pussy like dessert – meanwhile, I was trying my best to smooth the wrinkles from having my dress bunched around my hips, trying to comb through the tangles in my hair with my fingers.

“Shit,” I cursed as I accidentally swiped too hard against an apparentlytoosharp corner of one of my earrings. I brought my finger in front of me, cringing as I watched much more blood than expected start pouring out of my skin.

“Do you have a first aid kit somewhere?” I asked Elias as he grabbed my hand.

The next thing I knew, my finger was in his mouth.

His gaze locked with mine as he sucked it, but his eyes were so intense I couldn’t hold it. I had to look away. Instead of looking him in the face, I watched my finger in his mouth, caught between his teeth.

My eyes narrowed.

His canines weresopronounced.

Almost like—“That should be better,” he said, pulling my finger from his mouth, and wiping my hand with the same square of silk he’d used to clear my essence from his face.

When I looked at my finger, the tiny nick I saw there seemed to already be half healed, and certainly not big enough that it should’ve bled as bad as it did.

“You should get home,” Elias said, stepping out of the elevator.

I hadn’t even seen him press the button to open the door.

“But what about—”

“Go home,Celeste. My driver will take you. I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow night.”

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