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“Please.” I buck my hip forward, chasing his touch.

“Please, what?”

“Please don’t stop.”

“Good girl.”

He resumes thrusting his fingers into me, yet this time, he doesn’t stop, and with one last thrust, I cry out, trembling against him. My eyes flutter shut, and I tip my head back.

I should feel ashamed, letting him do this to me in the back of a limo. But all I feel is bliss and a desire for more.

He works me through my orgasm until the waves of pleasure slowly subside, and my body relaxes into his.

Looking up at him, I see the raw hunger in his eyes. He’s holding back, keeping iron control while I’ve already come completely undone.

Elijah removes his fingers from inside of me, bringing them up to his lips and into his mouth. I watch, mesmerized, as he licks them clean. Never has a man done that.

“Delicious.”

A new flood of wetness coats my thighs. I’ve never wanted someone so badly. It scares me even as it thrills me. My hands move to his belt on their own accord, but he stops me.

“There’s time for that later.” He tilts his head to the window.

I glance outside. We’re not moving anymore. “How long?”

“Some minutes.” He sounds so full of himself. It’s arrogant and cute. Not that it has anything to do with him giving me the most amazing orgasm of my life a few seconds ago.

Elijah slides the straps of my dress back in place while I try to smooth my hair.

“No worries. You’re beautiful. Only a bit…”

“Like I was hit by a train?”

He chuckles. “Flushed.”

I tap at his chest. “Thanks to you.”

“Thanks are in order.” He opens up the door and nudges me outside.

Chapter 7

Elijah’s hand lingers on the small of my back as we walk, the warmth of his touch sending tingles through my body. He leads me to an elevator without stopping or looking around, unconcerned about our appearance. His confidence is both intimidating and attractive.

The elevator doors are barely closed before he pushes me back against the wall, pressing his lips to mine. With one smooth motion, he hoists my legs around his waist, and I feel the unmistakable pressure of his erection through our clothes.

He grinds it against my clit in a perfect rhythm, igniting the aching need building between my thighs, making me want more. Another moan escapes me as his hands dig into the flesh of my ass.

“How many floors are left?”

“Patience, we—”

The elevator ding cuts him off, and the doors are barely open as Elijah slips through with my legs around his waist. Straight to his bedroom.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eager to get at the skin beneath. He puts me down and takes over, stripping off his jacket and shirt himself, revealing a chest sculpted from marble.

My gaze roams over him, drinking in every ridge and curve of muscle.

“Wow.” I gulp and reach out, brushing my fingers over the taunt muscles. Now, I regret not doing more sports or joining Mary in her daily morning yoga sessions. “You work out. Like a lot.”

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