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I nip at the end of it with my teeth. “Kiss me until I’m sick of it. Fuck me until I can’t stand it anymore.”

Chapter 19

Eli

“But what if you don’t get sick of it? What if you become addicted?” I kiss along her cheek to her ear. “What if you can’t get enough?”

Her hands dip beneath my shirt, and I grab her wrist to stop her from touching the fresh tattoo on my ribs.

“Won’t happen.” Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, and she sucks it into her mouth, while her hand burrows beneath the waistband of my jeans.

“You think so?” I pull my mouth free and check the floor number. Two more until we reach the penthouse.

“You’re not as addictive as you think you are.”

The doors swish open, and I catch her hand to draw her out. “You keep coming back for more. You’re more addicted to me than you think.”

She laughs. “The weed has made me horny, and you’re the only one here.”

“Ahh.” I tap the keycard against the lock and push the door open. “So, if someone else came along, you’d dump me for them?”

“I don’t know. Do they have a tongue piercing?” She sashays past me, hips swaying and a smile on her lips.

I close the door and lean against it, watching as she wanders around the room. Her fingers trail across the back of the couch on her path to the floor-to-ceiling windows set in one wall. She slides one door open and steps out onto the balcony beyond and leans over the railing to look out at the view. I cross the room and move up behind her, resting one hand either side of her body.

“It’s beautiful.”

I brush the hair away from her neck and press my lips against it. “Yes.” I’m not talking about the view.

Dropping one hand, I run my palm up her thigh, push her skirt up over her ass and then hook my fingers into the thong nestled against her skin and drag it down. I crouch behind her, holding first one ankle, then the other and lift her leg to remove the lacy scrap of material.

“Someone might see.”

I kiss one ass cheek, straighten, and nudge her legs apart with one knee. “We’re too high up. Take the hoodie off.”

She pulls it over her head.

“Now, your shirt.”

“It’s too cold to be naked out here.”

I drag it up, baring her breasts. “I’ll keep you warm.” She doesn’t stop me from stripping her out of her shirt and bra, and I wrap one arm around her waist and pull her back into my body.

“You’re still dressed. That’s not fair.”

“All you want is my tongue and my dick. I don’t need to take my clothes off to give you those.”

My palm slides over her stomach and down between her legs. She’s already wet. Her stance widens, giving me easier access and I push a finger inside her. Her head drops back against my shoulder and her eyes close.

“Tell me how you feel.”

“Cold.”

I pinch a nipple. “So, these tight little nipples are hard because you’re cold and not because you’re turned on?”

“That’s right.”

I chuckle against her throat. “You’re such a fucking liar. Your greedy little pussy is begging for more.” I push a second finger into her willing body, and she moans. “Do you think you can take another?”

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