Page 23 of Silver Foxed

He rubs his hand down my back. “Me, too.”

I lift my head so I can see him again. His eyes are closed now, his body at ease as he strokes my skin and smiles at whatever he’s thinking. “What made you take my offer?”

Elijah opens his eyes, his hand squeezing mine. “Because I wanted to.”

“That’s all?”

He sits up against the pillows, tugging me with him. “What other reason would I need?”

I shrug. “To taste the forbidden fruit.”

His hand on my back stills, and I regret what I said. I didn’t mean it as more than teasing. But I think a part of me is curious, especially given he wasn’t sure he should stay last night. He was so dead set on leaving from the beginning.

“Alex,” he says quietly. “Please don’t think this was some challenge for me. I’ll admit, there’s an exciting element to us being together. But I didn’t stay for the risk.”

I raise my eyebrow at him and hold his hand tighter. “For the reward, then?” My tone is unserious as I try to convey to him that I’m not upset, no matter the reason he stayed. Because I wanted the reward, too. I wanted the release, too. That’s how this all started, anyway.

He shoots me a playful yet chiding look. “As I said, I stayed because I wanted to. If it wasn’t clear at dinner last night or in the hot tub or the shower…” He smiles now. “I like you, Alex. I want to spend the weekend with you. Even if we don’t have sex again, I’d stay to get to know you better, to spend the time relaxing with you. The only reason I didn’t come seek you out earlier this morning is because I wanted to let you rest. Not because I didn’t want you.”

My cheeks tinge pink at his sincerity and the fact that I had doubts he wasn’t going to take me up on my offer. Though if he hadn’t, I would’ve understood.

“To be clear, I want that, too, to get to know you better.” I brush my hand up his chest, his muscles trembling under my touch. “But, we’ll definitely be having sex again.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, a lift in his voice.

I prop myself up enough that my bare breasts brush against him. “So much sex.” I skim my lips over his. “I also seem to remember something about you taking my ass for the first time?”

His gaze intensifies, blue eyes dilating as his hand trails down my back, stopping at the swell of my butt. “I’d really be your first?” he asks.

“You would.”

“Hmm, such a sweet thing to give me. Are you sure?”

“More than sure,” I say, already getting wet at the prospect of him taking me there, of experiencing something totally new with him.

His hand slips further down and squeezes one of my cheeks. “Do you have a butt plug?”

My eyes widen. “You know what a butt plug is?”

He barks a laugh. “I’m not that ancient, Alex. Nor a prude, like some may believe.”

I shake my head, “I didn’t mean—”

He cuts me off with a kiss. “I’m just teasing you. But yes, I know what a butt plug is. Do you have one?” He eyes my suitcase on the floor.

“No, I don’t.”

“Hmm, well, I’ll improvise,” he says, running a finger down the crease of my ass. “Maybe we can use that fake cock of yours.”

My nostrils flare. “That’s almost as big as yours!” The shine in his eye tells me that he’s joking. I tug on his well-trimmed salt-and-pepper beard and push out my bottom lip. “You’re right. You can be very unserious, Mr. Serious.”

He rumbles with laughter. “Speaking of toys—and you don’t have to answer this, so please tell me if it makes you uncomfortable.”

I try to stay relaxed, knowing what’s coming. I do feel like I owe him an explanation, even if I really don’t. I exhale. “You can ask me anything.”

He brushes the pad of his thumb over the apple of my cheek. “That toy, it had lube in it, right?”

I flush. “Yes, it did.”

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