Page 53 of Elevator Pitch

“Taste yourself,” he interjects.

When I obey, his eyes darken. I relax my jaw and suck my fingers clean, moaning around them.

“It’s a shame you haven’t behaved enough to taste me. Now if you don’t mind, I haven’t finished adoring you.”

I feign surprise. “Be my guest.”

“Iamyour guest. Be a goodhost. I know you have a tendency to be rude, but now is not the time.”

My jaw drops, before I can respond he says, “I’m starting to believe interrupting me is a kink of yours.”

“Are you kidding me?”

I cover my mouth as I giggle.

“Quiet, baby. I’ll tell you when you can be loud.”

He leans down, tongue grazing my nipple before he gently sucks while pinching the other. He hums around my breast and my eyes roll back. It sends a bolt straight to my core. I could come from this alone.

That’ll shut me up for now.

He adores my other breast, smiling around my aching peak, biting down. “Fuck! Greyson, please,” I whine.

He stops abruptly.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

The word baby on his lips sounds illegal. I hope to hear it again.

“Fuck me. Please?” I sob.

“Who do you want to fuck you?” he asks, pressing his hand against my wetness.

“You,” I sob.

He curls a finger in the waistband of my panties and I’m on fire.

“What’s my name?” He stares expectantly.

“Greyson.”

He looks amused. “Is that your final answer?”

“Yes.”

He frowns. “Wrong answer, baby. I’ll give you another round to make things right. For now, I need to see how soaked you are for me.” He reaches inside my panties, finding my clit. He presses his thumb against it, and I weep at his touch. “You’re so wet and needy.” He bites his lip. “Promise you’ll behave?”

“Yes. Fuck,” I beg.

“Then you’ll be rewarded.”

He unravels the waistband on my panties, crouching down,and time slows as the lace descends. He slips the fabric into his pocket and glances up at me with an audacious grin.

I am screaming internally.

Greyson draws careful circles around my clit, gazing at me with a raging inferno. Taking mental notes of how I react to his skill. He swipes through my wetness, slipping a finger inside of me as his mouth lingers over mine.

“Finally,” I exhale, he chuckles against my lips.

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