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Still six months earlier

Ellie

As soon as the elevator doors close, he forces me back up against the wall, his strong arms holding me in place—right where he wants me.

He controls my lips, my body. I reach up and pull him harder into me, threading my fingers through his hair.

He kisses me with vengeance, like I’m the last soul on earth and he needs me to survive.

I pull away, needing to catch my breath. The doors suddenly open, and I’m thankful for the short walk to his hotel room.

We step inside, and he slams the door shut. Eyeing me like prey, he slowly steps towards me, backing me onto his bed. I hold myself up with the palms of my hands. I’m his to do what he wants with—and he knows it.

I’ve had too many drinks tonight to give a fuck about the fallout tomorrow .

He steps closer, not saying a word until he’s flush between my thighs.

I’m spread wide for him. I can feel the heat from his thigh pushing against my clit.

There’s nothing between us but the thin lace of my thong.

My short dress is pushed up high against my hips while his heated stare burns into me, driving me wild with need, and I feel his pants dampen with my moisture.

I need to feel his touch. I need his powerful, demanding hands on my skin.

His silence is killing me.

So, I start grinding myself against his muscular thigh, searching for release. I reach up with measured caution to unbutton his pants while he silently watches, his jaw flexing with clenched teeth, waiting for my next move.

I pull his pants down, along with his boxers and we both watch his huge cock spring free between us. I can see how badly he wants me; his tip is swollen and dripping with need. Gripping his length, I slowly glide my thumb across the tip, gathering his silky saltiness.

He sucks in a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to control himself before speaking. “You want it in your mouth, sweetheart?”

I seductively shake my head while gliding my hand to stroke his hard length, his eyes heavy, anticipating my next move.

I shyly bite my bottom lip, and my breathy words fall from my lips, “I want you in my pussy... please. ”

His control is gone. He quickly pushes me back, crawling on top of me with desire raging in his eyes. He nips my lips, pulling them between his teeth. Heat rushing through me, I moan with want—need.

His hands trail down my bare legs until he reaches my stiletto heels. Gripping them, he slowly pulls them off one by one and tosses them across the room, undressing me as he speaks.

“I lose all my fucking control when it comes to you, with your smart fucking mouth and your sexy fucking body, I can’t fucking help myself… You’ve been teasing me all night. You want this fucking dick, sweetheart?”

I moan, and he grinds his hard dick over my lace-covered pussy, so dangerously close to where I want him most.

“I’ve been hard for you all fucking night long,” he grits out. “Wanted to slide this fucking dress up and fuck you over the bar. I would have fucked you in the middle of the fucking dance floor if you let me.”