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“You left the gentleman at the door, remember?” I remind him with a cheeky peek over my shoulder. I’m gifted with a wicked grin before he grips hold of my hips and begins thrusting against me with such speed and pressure, I can barely breathe.

“God, I’m so close, Elijah,” I cry out, “please, let me!”

“Let go, Ellie,” he orders, and I do, almost violently.

“God, I could feel you, all of you,” he gasps between thrusts, “it was amazing, it was-“

Before he can finish that declaration, he shudders, and I feel a pulse from inside. I cannot help but smile as he releases his own held breath with such a satisfied sigh, I have to move up straight to meet him face-to-face. His hand moves around my neck, while his other one keeps hold of my hip, and we kiss.

“More?” he asks with a smile that tells me this wasn’t just a meaningless fuck; it was the beginning of somethingmore.

“More!”

At least, I hope it is.

Chapter 6

Ellie

Hours and many orgasms later, I am straddling Elijah Woods, writhing slowly against him as he lets me take control for the first time. He’s sitting on the penthouse couch, legs wide apart, impaling me with his cock that never seems to fall flaccid. This man has magical powers I cannot even begin to fight; not that I ever would. His hands roam up and down my body while I move in lazy but delicious movements against him. He looks at me as though I am the most precious thing in his world; no one has ever looked this sincere before, like I am their everything, their one and only. I’ve always been a stand-in or a side piece, never the main event.

“You look ridiculously beautiful right now, Ellie Russo,” he says with a lazy, relaxed smile. “I’ve had to talk myself out of coming at least four times.”

“I’m surprised you’re letting me be in control, Mr Woods,” I tell him as I brace myself against his muscular chest and arch my back to feel him even deeper.

“Sometimes I like to let the gentleman come into the bedroom,” he replies as he reaches down to rub my clitoris in such a way, I have to bite my lip to stop my own climax from coming too soon. I’m enjoying the intimacy of this far too much to let it end yet.

“I can’t decide which one of you I like best,” I murmur between breaths.

“Luckily for you, you won’t ever have to choose,” he says as he takes my nipple into his mouth. “I will give you whatever you need, whenever you need it. I want you in my life, Ellie.”

“Really? Oh!” I’m hit with an orgasm out of the blue, completely without my permission. I’d scream in frustration if hadn’t felt so deliciously euphoric.

“Absolutely,” he smiles, just before he grips hold of my hips to lie me flat against the couch so he can move against me how he likes it. Missionary never felt so good. As soon as he hisses with his own release, he lies against me and begins stoking my arms with such softness, I want to hold onto him forever more.

“What do you say?” he asks, with his fingers leaving trails on my tingling skin.

“I think so, yes, I want to, but-“

“Do you trust me, Ellie?” he asks as he looks up at me with those intense blue eyes of his. “It’s ok if you don’t yet. As I said, I need to earn it.”

“I cannot honestly say I trust any man yet,” I admit, and even gentleman Elijah cannot hold back the look of disappointment on his face. “But, Elijah, you’re the only one I want to try to.”

“Then I am happy,” he says and moves up to kiss me. “Now, shower, then bed. You must be exhausted, and, alas, we’ve finally gone through my ample supply of condoms.”

“How positively disgraceful of us!” I giggle, mocking his well-spoken tone of voice.

He smiles as he lifts me up and carries me into the shower, where we do nothing but kiss, long and lazy. It’s perfect.

Ellie

By the time I arrive at work the following week, two hours late after a delayed flight and a long kissing fest of a goodbye to Elijah, Nate is sitting on my chair with his legs resting unapologetically on top of my desk. He gives me the judgmental eye, even though he’s paid a shed load more than me, and is quite obviously bunking off from his own work to come and guilt me. He even tuts with a theatrical wag of his finger. Of course, I huff while simultaneously shoving him off my chair.

“I know, I know!” I tell him, just as my office mother, Edith, brings me a hot cup of coffee. I sometimes love this woman more than my real mother. “My plane was delayed and my baggage was the last one out, and-“

“And you were tired from all the sex you’ve been having?”

“Wh-wh-…I mean, what?!” I gasp. How could he possibly know I hooked up with Elijah?!

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