Page 102 of Elevator Pitch

“That’s okay. I can get it.”

He tuts, blocking me from entering the kitchen further. He wears a worried expression. “There’s a bug going around that prevents you from lifting a finger. It’s serious, and I’m afraid there’s no cure.” He shakes his head in concern. “You’ve been showing symptoms, so I’m just going to have to take care of you.”

I throw my head back in laughter.

This man.

I sit at the island and look around the kitchen as my body heats with memories of last night. He unleashed something in me that I never knew existed, and I am already counting down the minutes until I can experience it again. The woman I became was unlike me in every way. I was led by pleasure,attuned to my body’s needs and desires. Hell, I even felt safe enough to submit to him. He was so encouraging and open. Even when he gave up control, he obeyed my every word. I need to be careful because I could get addicted to that kind of freedom. I’m not sure what we’re even doing, but last night shifted things. I, for one, am not interested in any moreSoulBlenddates—not when Grey is right here and is so skilled at making me feel likethat.

He releases me from my thoughts when he asks, “So, you remember when we discussed that arrangement and I gave you a taste of my qualifications?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s been two weeks and I wanted to know if you’re any closer to making an offer.”

Without giving it any further thought, I say, “If you are still interested, the offer still stands for us to have a neighbors-with-benefits arrangement.”

“Really?”

The sigh of relief he lets out is adorable.

“Yes, really,” I assure him with a locked gaze.

“You’ve made an excellent choice, Ms. Bailey. I knew you were a good businesswoman.”

Once I’ve finished my meal, I get up to put my dishes in the sink, and he takes them out of my hand.

“You forgot about the bug that fast? Forgetfulness is a symptom, you know,” he adds, his tone laced with concern.

I can’t help but laugh as I let him take over the dishes, too. I don’t think it’s fair, but I won’t argue about it in his house. He walks over to me with a soft smile.

“I wanted to talk more about our arrangement. Why don’t we take a seat?”

He gestures to the couch that I rode his thigh on hours ago. He takes a seat, and I sit beside him nervously.

As if he can read my mind, he says, “You can sit here,” and guides me to straddle his lap. Being in this position with himfully clothed still sends liquid heat to my core, and the grip on my hips doesn’t help my excitement either.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a possessive asshole, but I’m going to try. I like the time we spend together, and I didn’t like seeing you on that date. Let me know if I’m being ridiculous, but I feel like we understand each other, and the sex is…phenomenal.” His cheeks heat. “I’m not saying commit to me, but I’d like to know if you’d be okay with us exclusively doing whatever this is. No dates and no sleepovers with anyone else.”

That doesn’t require much thought from me because it’s been in my mind since I woke up in his bed.

“I don’t need to go on more dates if you’re willing to provide what I need.”

“Selah, I’ve shown you just how willing I am to cater to your needs and anything else on that list.” He nips at my neck, and I giggle in response. I sit back on his lap and stare down at him playfully. He grips my waist possessively, and I bite my lip to fight the urge to moan under his touch.

“You know what I think? I think you like me. Might even be obsessed with me,” I tease.

His eyes carry the hunger of a man starved and I can’t look away.

“I thought that was obvious. What areyougoing to do about it?”

He asks, following with a smack to my ass that makes me cry out in pleasure.

He chuckles darkly. “You know what I think? I think you like me too. And if I took off your panties right now, your pussy would be dripping for me.”

Oh my god.

His brows raise as if he thought of something. “What was your answer to that note? Yes, or no?”

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