Page 35 of Life

“I’ll concede that. But for now, I’m staying. We’re not done with our little chat, and of course, there’s the other big problem we’ve got.” He reaches down and adjusts his rock-hard erection. It hasn’t gone down, and the outline of his hefty package through denim makes my mouth water.Jesucristo, I need to get laid.

I close my eyes and count to ten, not caring at all that I may lookestúpido.

“Fine,” I grunt through my teeth. “But you have to promise not to disturb me. Once we get into the routines, I call the shots.” I get close to him and prod my index finger hard against his chest. “Do. Not. Interrupt. Me. Got. It?” I accentuate each word with a point to his sternum.

Eli chuckles and puts his hands up in a placating gesture while smiling. “Got it, babe. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Your giant self is a little hard not to notice.”

He leans close, wraps a hand around my waist, and plasters me up against him again. “Like that you think that, babe. Means there’s hope.”

I scowl and push back as much as he will allow in his superhuman hold. Damnit, this man is nothing like Tommy. He doesn’t move the same, touch me the same, speak, walk, or think the same. He’s almost the exact opposite, and I can’t help melting at his every touch and word.

I’m going to hell in a handbasket.

“Hope for what?” I finally whisper, not sure I want to know but dumb enough to ask.

“For the future. For more than a fan-fucking-tastic roll in the hay. Because I know we’re going to set the sheets ablaze.”

I sigh. “You’re so confusing,” I murmur while struggling against his hold.

“So are you, Spicy. So are you. Now get on with your work so we can continue where we left off.”

Once he lets me go, I turn and look over my shoulder. “I make no promises. Before, I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Eli smirks. “With what I plan to do to you later, the only things you’ll be thinking aremore and harder.”

An image of the two of us horizontal, naked, me tangled all around his massive muscles and slick tattoos, him thrusting hard and deep, assaults my brain. I clutch at my chest and suck in a harsh breath. “Eli…”

He winks and leaves me there, dumbstruck, as he pulls up one of the chairs at the other side of the room and settles into the seat. He stretches his long legs out and crosses them at the ankles before clasping his hands over what I suspect is a softening erection.

The girls giggling in the center of the room snap me out of my daze. “All right, all right, show’s over, ladies.” I make my way to the sound system and set up the music for their routine.

“Let’s start in position one.”

While the strains of a moody classical piece fill the room with its heady dose of penetrating violins and hard hitting piano chords, I take up position in front and to the side of both women. When the drum beat flares up, the three of us move into a squatted lunge and then fly into the air in a synchronized kick split when the cymbals in the music crash. A manly gasp fills the air, adding to the intensity of the piece. In my peripheral vision, I notice Eli is sitting up, his elbows to his knees, hands clasped in front of him as he shifts forward following our movements with his gaze.

Maybe there’s hope for him yet.

My back hitsthe door to my apartment with a resounding crack. “Dios mio.” I am clutching at Eli’s hair. His tongue is trailing down my chest, licking at the sweat still there from dancing.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against my skin, both of his large hands curled around my rib cage, plumping my breasts up so he can get to more of me. “Open the door, Maria. I can’t be responsible for what I’m about to do to you in public if you don’t hurry and open the damn door.”

I’m panting as I turn around and fumble in my purse to find my key. His mouth is on my neck instantly as his right hand moves down my abdomen, past my navel, directly into the front of my spandex shorts and panties. He cups my sex firmly and rolls all four fingers around in the wetness he finds.

“I’m going to fuck this cunt in so many ways you won’t be able to teach dance tomorrow.” He pushes two fingers deep and my vision goes black, stars popping behind my eyelids, while I roll my hips into each thrust of his fingers. He moves his thumb and swirls it around my clit.

“You’re going to come up against this door, Spicy. You want all the neighbors to hear you scream in ecstasy as I finger fuck this sweet cunt? Hmmm?” His words are filthy, coated with a lust so intense I fear the flames about to rain down, but I’m still unwilling to put out the fire. No, I want to burn under his hand.

“Yes!” I hiss between my teeth as those thick, long digits of his slip deep. I lean my forehead against the door, panting like a bitch in heat, not caring who may see me getting finger fucked in the hallway. I just don’t care. As long as he never stops. “Never stop,” I repeat out loud.

Eli grabs the handle. “Unlock the door,” he groans, but the door opens without the key and we stumble in.

His fingers slide out of me, and I would cry at the loss, if I wasn’t so horrified at what I am seeing. Like a sick slideshow of natural disaster pictures, my mind shoots me a barrage of disturbing images. “My place… It’s…it’s destroyed!” I cry out and clasp a hand over my mouth.

Eli grips me around the waist, trying to push me out into the hallway with one hand while the other lifts his cell phone to his ear.

“Yeah, Porter, it’s Red. I’m at Maria’s. Before I call the cops, you’re going to want to see this. It’s bad, man. I’m going to fucking kill him.” His voice is coated in poison and sounds lethal.

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