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Eli raises his head and grins, mouthing the words ‘hate fucking.’

“I must admit I was a little worried about sending you off together.” She laughs. “Even Elliot had his doubts about the two of you getting along.”

“Hmmm.” My free hand reaches down to tangle in his hair as he presses kisses along my thigh. “I think we’re finding s-some common g-ground.”

His hungry mouth returns to torment me, and I grind my pussy against his face.

“I’ll leave you to your bonding time. See you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Bye.” The line goes dead.

His hands wrap around my thighs, and he pulls my legs over his shoulders. I cry out in pleasure, his tongue lapping and licking over my clit, as an orgasm crashes through me.

“Your pussy is still so fucking hungry, even after I’ve just fed her my dick.”

“Are we really staying here tonight?”

He nips at my other thigh with his teeth. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. But you might run out of condoms.”

“I’ll go out and buy more. First, we should order some food. You need to keep your strength up if you want to ride my dick all night.”

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Chapter 23

Eli

“It might fall off.” She giggles.

“I’m more likely to destroy your pussy before my dick falls off, Hellcat.” I roll off the bed and grab my jeans.

Her eyes are on me as I bend to drag them up my legs. “If you keep looking at me like that, the only thing you’ll be eating for dinner is me.”

Her laugh is low and warm. “Feed me. Fuck me. Fight me.”

“That should be your next tattoo.”

Her eyes drop to where she knows Nasty Little Monster is tattooed across my ribs beneath my t-shirt. “You’re the one who keeps marking his body with reminders of me. You get it tattooed on yourself.”

My smile is lazy. “Maybe I will. It seems like a good motto to live by.”

I leave her sprawled on the bed and go into the main room of the suite. There should be a room-service menu somewhere. I turn in a circle, until I spot it beside the house phone. Crossing the carpet, I pick it up and flick through it as I walk back to the bedroom.

“Do you want to order room service or go down to—” I stop in the doorway.

Arabella is curled onto her side, eyes closed, and one hand tucked beneath her cheek. I move closer.

“Arabella?” She doesn’t stir. “Ari?” My voice is softer this time.

Nothing. No acknowledgment at all. I am sure she wouldn’t be able to resist responding to me shortening her name if she’s faking being asleep, but she remains still.

With careful movements, I drag the sheet, which has been pushed to the bottom of the bed by our fucking, up and over her, then brush the hair off her cheek and press a kiss there.

“Pleasant dreams, Kitten.”

I retrace my steps out into the other room, pulling the door closed behind me and drop down onto the couch. I’m hungry, but I can wait until she wakes up before ordering food, unless she decides to sleep the entire day away. I pick up the television remote control off the coffee table, turn on the TV, and flick through the stations until I find an old black-and-white horror movie playing.

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