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Mikaela cried out. Her nails dug into my shoulders.
“Do you need more?” I asked her. I pulled back, thrust forward again. “Is that what you need, me filling you up, Beautiful? Feel how we fit? How you glove me just right?” I growled as I repeated the action.
Mikaela’s hand slid over my mouth, and her eyes popped open. “Stop talking.”
I bit at her palm. She dropped it even has her hips lifted to me again. “Why should I stop talking?”
Her breath stuttered at another thrust. “Because I want this to last, Eli. I need—” Her body jerked beneath me as I caught her clit with the root of my cock. “I want this to last,” she whined. “I can’t hold back if you…”
“If I say all those dirty things to you?” I finished, a dark chuckle escaping. Pressing deep, I circled my hips, catching her clit again. Mikaela’s knees came up, her legs locking behind me as she teetered on the edge. “Is that it, Beautiful?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes, damn it!”
Pulling back, I set up a savage rhythm designed to bring her to climax as fast as I could. And fuck, I wouldn’t be far behind her, if at all. “Remember what I promised you, Mikaela? Multiple orgasms.”
Her eyes flew open, and I could see the denial on her lips, but her peak hit, hard, before she could voice it. She squeezed around me, and it took force to keep up the pounding, push through her tight muscles. I wrung every last drop of pleasure that I could from her release before finally allowing my own to take me.
And in the sweaty, breathless aftermath, I shifted to one side and whispered in her ear, “Give me two minutes and I’ll do that again, Beautiful.” Then, glancing down our bodies to where my cock still lay inside her, already hardening, “Make that one.”
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Chapter Thirty
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I’d wondered if Eli intended to hide our relationship, if that’s exactly what it was, from his family or mine. He answered that loud and clear when he walked me in the front door of the mansion in front of God and everybody. His hand was on the small of my back and his body language screamed,Mine!
If I hadn’t been well and truly fucked, I might have punched him. As it was, I could barely find the strength in my legs to wobble up the front steps.
“About damn time.”
I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. Levi was striding across the foyer, the strain around his eyes more than just impatience. I made a mental note to get Maris alone and ask how Abby was doing. There wasn’t much I could do to help except get X off their backs, but just in case…
“Sorry I took longer than you deemed necessary,Master.” Eli’s lips quirked into a grin. Apparently I was the one giving nicknames now—Eli wasn’t going to forget that one for a while. The look Levi shot me was a sarcastic thank-you. I shrugged.
“It doesn’t take three hours to clear out a warehouse,” Levi said sourly. “You could’ve done it solo a lot faster.”
I’d have to agree—jerking off would’ve been a lot faster than what we’d done. The laugh that escaped Eli told me his mind had gone to the exact same place. I elbowed him in the ribs.
“Hey!” He rubbed the spot I’d jabbed. “Women are vicious, let me tell you.”
“And don’t you forget it.” When Eli met my eyes, I winked. I shouldn’t feel this light, not with the threat of X hanging over our heads. Not with the prospect of a war with a black ops expert ahead. But Eli did that for me, made it so fighting wasn’t the only thing in my life. For now, anyway. And I wasn’t going to hide that.
“If you two are through mooning at each other,” Levi interrupted, “we think we’ve located the drone X has been using for surveillance. Time to work your magic, bro.”
Eli nodded, but before following his brother, who was already striding for the elevator, he dipped his head to brush a soft kiss over my lips. “Duty calls.”
“It always does.”
A slightly harder kiss came, the slip of Eli’s tongue into my mouth. We tangled together until a sharp whistle broke it off. Eli winked this time. “I’ll be downstairs with my bastard of a brother if you need me.”
“I’ll remember that.” I watched him cross the room, watched the play of his muscles beneath the snug fit of his clothes. The man certainly knew how to use those muscles—just the memory of how well set up a tingling in my lower belly.
“So, Eli, is it?”
I jerked around with a hissed, “Fuck,” to see Maris almost on me. “Sneak the fuck up on me, why don’t you.”
She giggled lightly. “I can’t do it often. Apparently I need a man around to distract you.” She wiggled her brows at me. “I figured he was a fast worker, but he deserves a speed medal for this one.”
