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“No! What…”

“Good.” Taking my hand, he leads me to a limousine parked on the street. I stop, and he turns around.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” I say.

A deep, wicked chuckle. “Thought you’d never ask. It’s Elijah.” He steps back to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Sure about this, my gem?”

The nickname is so cheesy, but at the same time, it sounds so good coming from his lips. Does he give other women nicknames, too? Picking up another woman every week?

If he’s so practiced, he must be good in bed, right? After all, tonight is the night for me to let go, and, oh heavens, do I want him. And I want fun. I deserve fun. He doesn’t seem opposed to me, rather wants me.

Surging up, I press my lips to his. But instead of my planned short kiss, he deepens it, kissing me hard. My little moans, swallowed by our kiss, should be an answer enough to his question. I want him. He knows it, and there is no point in denying it.

When we part, he’s searching my eyes for something before opening up the passenger door of the limousine.

“Get in. Now.” He nudges me inside. The cool seats press against my legs. A stark contrast to the heat between my thighs.

The moment he’s inside and the door shut, he pulls me onto his lap, kissing me with an insatiable hunger. His hands are everywhere, squeezing my ass and breasts, making me moan into his mouth and rubbing myself against the hard bulge in his pants.

He pulls back to study my face, lust darkening his eyes to cobalt. “Last Chance. Do you want this? Because I won’t hold myself back anymore.”

Do I really want this... him... to happen in the back of a limo? “Stop asking and take me.”

“I will and you better be ready for it.” He taps the car window, and the engine rumbles to life.

He moves the straps of my dress down my shoulders and reveals the black transparent lace bra I wear beneath. Wherever he touches me, my skin tingles, and my nerves come alive, making my chest heave involuntarily. My body screams yes while my mind lingers on a shred of uncertainty as his thumbs brush over my nipples, making me gasp.

“I knew I was going to have fun with you.”

One of his hands glides down my chest, over my belly, to my thighs, and under my dress. It’s not long before his fingers slip beneath the fabric of my underwear, sliding through my wet core. My body stirs, and I rest my head against his shoulder, moaning and rocking my hips to chase his touch.

“Look at me.” His breath is warm against my ear.

Locking eyes with him, I clasp my lips, holding back a moan. The intensity of his gaze makes me feel stripped bare, like he sees through me, sees how much I want him.

“Do you always get this wet for a stranger?”

Heat floods my cheeks at his blunt question. “I—”

He makes me whimper, pinching my nipple hard enough. Playing with me.

“You?”

“No.” I moan. “You’re not a stranger, though, are you?”

His movements stop for a quick second before picking up the circling of my clit. “You’re right. I’m not.” His expression turns predatory. “And after tonight, you’ll only get this wet for me.”

My mouth goes dry. The thought should scare me. Instead, I’m getting wetter and wetter by the second. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Elijah buried deep inside me, claiming me as his right now. And I’m in a limousine getting ravaged by this gorgeous as fuck man, with full lips curling into a knowing smirk at the small moans he’s evoking from me. It’s official. I’m either going crazy, or it has been too long.

The moment his fingers plunge inside me, my mind goes blank, consumed only by the building pressure between my legs. I grab onto his neck, anchoring myself against the waves of dizzying pleasure.

He pumps them inside of me in a hard and fast rhythm while his thumb circles my clit in time. This feels so much better than a vibrator.

The way he observes me, relishing in every reaction of my body, feels depraved and unbelievably good.

My breathing gets faster, and I cling to him as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. And right when I can’t take it anymore, he stops, palming my pussy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

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