Page 32 of Room One Hundred and Twenty

With each jerk, I watch the pleasure ripple through her body.

Growing closer and closer to her limit, her walls constrict around my cock. Each squeeze makes it harder to fight the inevitable.

Knowing damn well I’m going to come, I tuck a hand between our bodies. Finding her clit, she jerks and groans. Rubbing her until she’s a whimpering mess, my thrusts grow shallow.

Grunting, I thrust deep. As deep as this position can allow. Between my touch and the hot sensation of my release flooding her core, Eloise hits her peak.

Clamping down around me, her body grows taunt as a wave of pleasure rolls through her body. Whimpering my name, she fights for each breath.

Pressing my forehead against hers, I’m in no better condition. I never want to leave the warmth of her walls. Hell, it feels like pure torture pulling out.

I don’t know her apartment, so it takes a little exploring to find her bathroom. Needing a wet towel to help clean her up, I find myself in a room full of seashells and sand. If my mind weren’t currently a foggy mess, I’d tease her for the beach theme. That can be saved for a later time.

For now, my only concern is snagging a rag and dousing it in hot water.

When I return, Eloise hasn’t budged. She’s in a daze, staring ahead aimlessly. There’s something about the small curve of her lips that does me in.

I’m still in love with her. Sure, this isn’t some big news or anything. However, I forgot how this warm sensation feels in my chest. Forgot how it takes over all my senses.

“Doing alright?” Using the rag to clean her up, she sucks in a breath when I brush against her sensitive nerves.

Nodding her head, she meets my gaze. Chewing nervously on her lip, she grazes my wrist with her fingers.

“Would you like to stay the night? It’s getting late.”

The sun hasn’t even gone past the horizon. For all I care, it could be high in the sky. No matter the time, only a fool would turn down such an offer. Even if she wants to do nothing but sit around and breathe in the same air, a man couldn’t possibly ask for more.

“Of course.”

While I work on cleaning her up, I decide that I can no longer stay silent when it comes to the other two men. I need to address this sooner than later.

I’ve let her slip out of my grasp once. I won’t allow the same mistake to happen twice.

* * *

After shooting Rhett and Jake a last-minute message to meet up, I’m left waiting in this lounge by my lonesome.

It’s time to clear the air.

Someone swings by and offers a drink. I accept without a second thought. Something tells me I’m going to need every drop in this glass.

Ice clinks against the glass as I take in a mouthful of the burning liquid.

Rhett is the first to show up, earlier than planned. He claims the recliner at my left and denies the offer for a drink. All business as usual. Taking me in, his eyes narrow on my throat.

Eloise and I spent plenty of time catching up in her apartment. She may have bit me a time or two and left a few marks. Nothing a collared shirt and a thin layer of foundation can’t cover up.

“Please, do not talk to me about work,” I groan before the words come out. Important meetings can be discussed later. He can scold me all he wants after this conversation.

Rhett opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by the shocked gasp that comes behind us.

“Look at this. All three of uscanmeet up outside of work.” Jake appears and claims the seat across from us. Planted in a circle around a table, he signals for his own glass when spotting mine. “Please, Nic, what is the special occasion?”

Even Jake’s early. I mentioned Eloise to him because I figured it would encourage him to come.

I did not give Rhett the same treatment to get the same result.

“We need to talk about Eloise.” Clearing my throat, I listen to Rhett sigh heavily.

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