Page 125 of Hate You Up Close

Elliot knocks the breath from my lungs as he thrusts inside of me with no warning, filling me to the hilt. I’m alreadydripping for him, so he slides in easily and stretches me full. My body jerks against the slippery wood, my hands reaching out to grip the edge of the desk. Elliot’s large fingers splay across my hips for leverage as he savagely fucks into me.

The buildup of our forbidden kisses, teasing him under his desk, his fingers on my clit, and his cock pounding into me has me ready to explode any second now. I won’t be able to hang on much longer, and with the sexy noises Elliot’s making behind me, he’s right there with me.

“God, you feel so good,” he grunts, switching his angle to hit me deeper. He brushes against my sweet spot with each thrust, driving me out of my mind.

He rotates between fucking me hard and fast, and stilling when he’s deep inside of me, circling his hips to stroke all of me. It’s torturous in the best way possible.

I look over my shoulder to see his brows pinched together with pleasure as his heated gaze zones in on the spot where we’re connected. Sweat trickles down his temples as he tries to make this last as long as possible. His golden hair is tousled and the first few buttons of his dress shirt are open, revealing his prominent collar bones. He looks so disheveled and feral, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

His dark eyes flicker to mine, and he holds my gaze as he bites down on his bottom lip and thrusts his hips into me as hard as he can without breaking me in half. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life, so completely enamored and taken by another person.

“Aahhh,” I cry out, thumping my sweaty forehead against the desk as I lose control of my body.

“Elliot,” I whimper, pushing back and meeting him thrust for thrust. I can’t wait any longer. I roll my hips faster, taking what I want. What Ineed.

“I’m about to…” I trail off, my limbs quivering like I just ran a marathon. “I can’t.”

My words are gibberish. I can’t form a complete sentence while Elliot’s driving my body like he owns it.

“Are you on the pill?” He rasps.

“Y-Yes,” I stammer as my pussy starts to clench around his cock. “Why?”

His hands tighten around my waist, his long fingers almost touching my belly button.

“Because next time,” he starts, his voice low and gravelly, “we’re not using a condom. I don’t want anything between us, ever again. I want to fill you with my cum and watch it drip out of you. Then, I want to push it back inside with my fingers so you’ll have to walk around all day with me between your legs.”

Oh God.

Oh my God.

“You’re mine, Roxanne,” he growls, our skin slapping together as he loses control. “Mine.”

I detonate, letting go at his words.

Yes, his dirty talk is hot, but that’s not what does it for me. It’s the fact that he just admitted to wanting to have sex with me…bare. Elliot has made it abundantly clear that he doesn't fuck without protection. Even when he was with Skylar, his fiancée of three years, theyalwaysused a condom.

So for him to want me so badly that he would step outside of his comfort zone and break one of his biggest rules, has me melting into a puddle on his desk. I’m beginning to learn that when it comes to me, this man can’t control his thoughts, words, or actions. Despite his attempts to keep our relationship purely physical, he gives me a new piece of himself every day. And because of that, I feel this intrinsic need to give him all of me in return.

I call out his name as I clench around him, my nailsscratching and clawing at the fine wood, which I’m sure will leave a mark. I’m sucking him in, pulling him deeper and deeper until I feel him in my womb.

Elliot slides an arm around my front and gently wraps his hand around my throat. He lifts me up until my back bumps against his chest, his heart pounding like a drum against my spine. He holds me against him, and even though he’s inside of me, one with my body, he can’t seem to get close enough. It could never be enough.

I reach for him, tangling my fingers in the damp hair above his nape. Rolling my hips, I ride out my orgasm as his thrusts turn frantic.

“Fuck, Rox,” he groans, cupping my jaw. “Kiss me.”

As soon as our lips touch, he lets go. Warmth fills the condom as he groans and licks into my mouth. His limbs tighten and tremble as his nerves take over and his brain shuts off. We hold each other until the very end—kissing, biting, rocking, and licking until we’re both completely drained.

Once we catch our breath, Elliot slowly pulls out and releases his hold on my neck.

“Rox,” he rasps before spinning me around to face him and cupping my face between his palms. He gazes down at me with so much care that it almost hurts.

He brushes his lips against mine before kissing my forehead, nose, cheeks, and jaw. His kisses are featherlight, so soft and sweet. It’s starting to feel like too much…too much to have him like this but notreallyhave him.

Immediately, he senses my unease.

“Baby, look at me,” he whispers, tilting my head up until our gazes meet. “Was I too rough with you?”