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He gripped a fistful of my hair and began fucking my mouth, hitting the back of my throat each time. I eagerly sucked at him, and he moaned my name, his hand tightening in my hair.

Before he could come down my throat, he popped out of my mouth and stroked himself a couple of times before he covered my tits in his cum. He loved making a mess of me.

“Fucking pretty sight,” he rumbled. Then, he dropped to his knees beside the bed, yanked my ass to the edge, shoved my thighs apart, and wrapped his lips around my clit.

I screamed, arching my back off the bed. He slipped two fingers inside of me, finger fucking me as his magical mouth worked wonders on my clit, sending me into a multitude of orgasms.

I clutched his hair in my hands, riding his face. When I came again, he moved over my body. And not giving a shit about his cum on my chest, he pressed our bodies together as he slid deep inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my hips each time he thrust into me. He was slower than he normally was and a hell of a lot gentler. He kissed me, almost seeming to make love to me.

His arms were banded around me, crushing me to him as he rocked in and out of me.

My heart was wrecked. My soul was completely destroyed.

Tears burned at the back of my throat, but I kept them back. I wouldn’t cry. I wouldn’t be vulnerable in front of him.

“Fucking hate being apart from you,” he rumbled against my lips. “I’d take you with me every time I had to leave if I fucking could.”

I clutched at him in response, wishing we didn’t have his wife standing between us like a gigantic boulder prepared to destroy the both of us.

He leaned up on his elbows, pausing his thrusts as he looked down at me. Cum was smeared across both of our chests, but he wasn’t paying that any mind. His eyes were locked on my face.

“Promise me you’ll allow me to make all this shit right?” he asked me. “I know I’m a dick. I know I’ve fucked this all up ten ways to Sunday, but don’t walk out on me, doll.”

I sighed. “Elijah, I’m a club girl. I’m here for any man’s beck and call unless you say otherwise or you terminate my employment,” I reminded him.

He clenched his jaw and reached between us to rub my clit. I cried out his name, coming around his cock. He moaned at the feeling. “No one touches you but me, Olivia. I thought I fucking made that clear.”

I slowly opened my eyes, looking up at him. “No one but you has touched me in a little over two weeks,” I reminded him. “But I’m tired of being second best and competing with a woman you claim you don’t even feel shit for.”

He sighed. “I’m going to do right by you, Olivia. Just trust me.”

With that, he thrust back inside of me, this time truly fucking me. He stood at the edge of the bed, my legs hooked over his shoulders as he pounded in and out of me.

Hated to admit it, but as long as Elijah was touching me, I was helpless to do anything but give him whatever he wanted.

My heart was already his, and I’d been fucked from day one of him dragging me upstairs to his apartment.

18

Elijah had been back for a week now, and to say that we’d spent a fuck ton of time together was an understatement. This man had me with him every spare moment he could, even if we weren’t fucking.

I’d never known a man in this club to be clingy, but Elijah? He’d been clinging to me since he had caught me packing to leave the club.

I hated that it made me all warm and fuzzy inside, especially since he was technically still married. It didn’t matter that he had filed divorce papers. None of it mattered unless his wife signed them as well.

Otherwise, he would remain married, and I would just remain his side piece.

I groaned when my phone vibrated beside me on the mattress. I had just woken up – like I was still coming out of my slumber, and already, someone was fucking bothering me.

I slapped my hand around on the mattress until it landed on my phone. Groggily, I swiped my finger across the screen, punching in my passcode. Elijah’s name stared back at me.

Get your fine ass in my room – now.

Sighing, I rolled out of bed and shoved my feet into my slippers as I snatched my robe from the back of my door, tugging it around my frame. I was wearing a pair of panties and a large t-shirt that belonged to him. It was one of the many black t-shirts he owned, and I doubted he even noticed it was missing.

He was leaning against his doorframe when I stepped out of my room. That lazy grin I was coming to love tilted his lips as his eyes roamed my body. “Fucking missed you last night, doll,” he rumbled as he reached out and grabbed the front of my robe. His lips met mine in a kiss so hot, my toes curled in my slippers. “Fucking can’t stand it when other charters ride through sometimes, especially when it cuts into my time with you.”