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Something hard pokes into my hip. A hot, heady awareness replaces my panic. “I can be good for you.”

The tip of his tongue flicks my earlobe. “Then take off your clothes and show me. Red or green?”

“Green.”

“Strip,” he rasps. Arms wrap around me, and he holds me tightly against him. “I want you barefoot, in nothing but your bra and panties.”

The exhale of his breath brushes against my skin and tugs low in my groin. When he steps back, my legs go weak.

A slither of uncertainty splinters the lusty daze in my brain. “N-no sex.”

“You haven’t earned my dick yet, Kitten.” There’s an amused note to his whisper.

He moves away, and I lift my top over my head with shaking fingers. I manage to get it off without dislodging my blindfold. Cool air sends goosebumps rippling over my flesh. With slow, jerky movements, I kick off my sneakers and strip out of my sweats.

Straightening and battling against the urge to cover myself, I listen to the silence.

Is he still there?

I part my lips to ask, but the heat of a body pressing itself to my back makes me gasp.

A hand settles on my hip before slipping beneath the hem of my panties. “Red or green?”

“Green.” Before I’m fully conscious of what I’m doing, I tilt my pelvis forward, desperate for him to touch me where I need.

My brain goes haywire with the overload of sensation.

“Please.” The word comes out in a needy whimper.

Can he feel how fast my heart is beating? Does he know how wet I am?

His arousal pokes my ass, and I’m in agony as he slowly grinds himself against me. I can’t think.

Oh, god, why does that feel so good?

His teeth bite down on my shoulder, and I groan at the sharp spike of pain.

Please.

The word echoes inside my head and I rock back into him in desperation.

Chapter 66

Eli

From where I’m standing behind her, I can see her nipples pressing against the lace of her bra, feel her hips rocking forward as she seeks out my fingers. I don’t move. I have one hand cupping her pussy and the other is pressing against her stomach, holding her in place against me. Not that she’s fighting to escape. If anything, she’s doing the opposite. She’s desperate to be touched. Her body is trembling. With arousal? With fear? Maybe a mixture of the two, making it a heady combination that drives my own lust.

She said no sex. I’m not going to try and convince her otherwise. My plan has never included fucking her, although the thought of it has become a temptation that’s hard to ignore. But there’s something nagging at me, like a red flag at the edge of my mind warning me. The way she talks about Miles eating her pussy. Something about it sets my teeth on edge. How did she word it?

I think over the conversation. That’s right. He licked her between the legs five times. There’s something off about that description. I just can’t pinpoint what it is. It’s a puzzle for another time. Not for now when she’s almost naked, very wet, and definitely willing. I pull my hand free from her pants, and smile at her whimper of protest.

“Don’t panic, Kitten. We just need to change position.” I move to stand in front of her and look her over. Her curves, usually hidden by her yoga pants and hoodies, are on full display. Full breasts, trim waist curving into hips that won’t break when I hold onto them. Her ass is nicely rounded, and I can’t wait to sink my teeth into it.

“Take two steps back. You’ll feel the stone behind you. Put your hands on it and climb up so you can sit down.”

She feels behind her as she moves, and awkwardly climbs on top of the coffin. The slab sealing Churchill inside is flat and puts her at the perfect height for what I’m about to do.

“Open your legs.” I slide one hand over her knee and step between her thighs. “Lay back.”

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