Page 54 of Elevator Pitch

I lean forward to meet him in a passionate kiss. Our tongues in step, following his lead, our neighborly dance. He pulls back for air and maintains his rhythm while silently affirming me.

I’m convinced he’s specially trained in torture.

It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

I’m questioning if he could hear my thoughts when he says, “I think you can take another finger.”

He adds another and I adjust to the fullness as he envelopes me, wrapping his free arm around my waist to steady me. Cradling his face in my neck as he generously pumps his fingers into me. I arch into his touch, yearning for more, tossing my head back in pleasure.

“Right there. Please—Oh God,” I manage through mumbles and shaky breaths.

I feel the pressure growing, using him and the countertop for leverage.

“You feel so fucking good on my fingers. Do you need to come?”

I nod vigorously, avoiding eye contact when he takes his free hand under my jaw, forcing me to return his gaze.

“Ask me if you can come, Selah.”

Boy bye.

He must be joking.

I roll my eyes, bucking against him as I chase my pleasure, and he stills his hand.

I was so fuckingclose.

I huff, narrowing my eyes at him while his eyes carry a mild flame.

He asks, “are you angry with me?”

Like he isn’t a fucking menace.

He is infuriating and so fucking sexy right now, I could kiss him.

“I thought you were a good girl, but you’re acting like a brat. Are you a brat?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Yes or no, love?”

“Yes.” I hiss.

He leans forward and nips at my lip, pulling away and holding eye contact. His fingers move inside me, just enough to make me whine.

“Ask me.”

“Make me come,” I say through gritted teeth.

He raises an eyebrow and freezes his hand again.

“Where are your manners?”

I take a deep breath, asking in a softer tone, “can I please come?”

Greyson seems pleased with my cooperation and resumes swirling my sensitive nub while I grind on his fingers. He grins at the sight, leaning in closely to adorn my neck with kisses. He pumps harder, enjoying the show as I wriggle beneath his gaze. My pleasure builds again as he drives me up the peak, and he urges me with praises.

“Let go.”

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