Page 91 of Assassin's Game
Eli leaned forward to bring his face so close to mine, putting unbearable, exquisite pressure on my clit. “I’m gonna lick every drop of that cream from your skin—inside and out—when we’re done. You know that, right?”
“Eli, please!”
The short beard he’d grown scratched my skin as he rubbed it hard over my sensitive nipples, but with him so close, his body tight against mine, my thighs on top of his, I couldn’t…I couldn’t…
When his mouth surrounded one hard tip and sucked, scraping his teeth over me, I arched so hard I almost bucked him off. Eli bit lightly at the nipple in punishment.
That was all it took—moving or not, thrusts or no thrusts, my climax hit like a tsunami. A wail left me as fire and pleasure raced through my body to coalesce around the thick cock invading me. Eli felt it, saw it, and immediately began a heavy, rhythmic thrusting that extended my high longer than I’d ever thought possible. Longer than the breath I was holding could last. I strained against him, taking every pounding shove inside me, relishing each hard wave of pleasure until awareness faded away and I drifted on a sea of nothing but sensation.
A sharp nip on my earlobe brought me back a short while later. “That’s how it’s done, Beautiful,” Eli whispered smugly in my ear.
“Whatever you say, Sweet Cheeks.” The words slurred as I continued to drift.
We laid quietly in the bed for a long time, the bed that had, somehow, become ours instead of his the day my team and I moved into the mansion. I drowsed in and out, expecting to hear the light snore that occasionally escaped from Eli after a long “play” session, but it never came. Instead, eventually, his warm hand splayed on my stomach.
I stretched like a cat being stroked.
Eli nuzzled my neck. “We have a date,” he reminded me.
I groaned. We did, indeed. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I noticed it was inching closer to one a.m., and I should probably take a shower after what Eli had just put me through. I sat up. “Gimme fifteen,” I said, already gathering my hair atop my head as I slid from the bed.
Eli threw back the covers. “I’ll join you.”
“Do that and we won’t make our date, and you know it,” I called over my shoulder, hurrying into the bathroom. Eli was right there when I turned to close the door. My gaze dropped down his muscled body to the cock hanging, relaxed, between his legs. It immediately firmed. “See. No shower time.” I gave him a wink and closed the door. A groan filtered through as I moved to the shower.
That stiffy tempted me almost as much as the sight of my bare body tempted him, but no way was I going to risk being late tonight. The past month had been filled with uncertainty surrounding this new life and the roles X wanted us to fill, lots of frantic digging into the man who, for all intents and purposes, owned us, adjusting to living on top of each other in the mansion. Construction had begun on a new facility near the rear of the Agozi property, not only to house my team but also a brand-new, technologically advanced facility for all of us to work in. Eli had wanted to be certain it was safe before taking me to meet his business partner, Abe, but tonight was the night. Which meant, no being late.
And we weren’t. In fact we walked through the door of Abe’s Place with fifteen minutes to spare before closing. The bar was everything I’d thought it would be, all rich colors and dark wood and cozy ambience. A friendly neighborhood bar, the kind your friends gathered in after a long, hard day at work. I loved it immediately.
“Get that damn dog outta my bar,” a hard voice shouted from behind the bar that stretched the length of the back wall. “What if the health inspector came in and saw that?”
“What the fuck would the health inspector be doing here at two a.m., Abe?” Eli barked back. “Shut the hell up about my dog.”
So this was Abe. I watched the man eye Eli and his dog, irritation front and center, but underneath… Apparently Eli and Abe’s relationship was like mine with my team—or with Levi’s team now, too. Rag each other to show affection. That I could relate to.
I gave the man a smile when his gaze moved to me.
“Well who you got there?” Abe asked. A flash of white teeth against dark skin showed he still had the charm of a much younger man. He’d probably taught Eli a thing or two as a kid.
“Somebody for you to meet,” Eli replied, his words softening as he looked at me. I did that to him. Me. Sometimes it was hard to believe, but…yeah. Eli and me.
“Abraham Carter, this is my girlfriend, Mikaela Nixon.”
Abe was extending a hand, his smile even warmer, and I just stood there, stunned, like an idiot. “What?”
Abe glanced from me to Eli and back again. Eli just grinned. “What?” he asked.
The words shook me out of my shock, and I hastily grabbed Abe’s hand. “It’s…uh…so nice to meet you.”
Abe seemed to take my awkwardness in stride. “Girlfriend, huh? How’d you manage to get stuck with that duty?”
Eli rolled his eyes. “Grab us a couple of beers before I sic my dog on you, old-timer.”
Abe snorted. “Old-timer, my ass.” But his affection for Eli was too obvious to miss as he turned to grab a couple of mugs off a nearby shelf.
I seized on the few seconds of privacy, planting my ass on a bar stool and facing Eli. “Girlfriend?”
Eli mimicked my actions. “Yeah.”
I raised a brow. “Didn’t you think you might ask me about that first?”
Eli shook his head. “No way in hell. Better to just tell you than to risk asking.” He leaned closer, dropped his voice. “And you know how good I am at giving orders, Beautiful.”
He was, so good. But not just at giving orders. I realized it right there, in the middle of a bar, the stool hard under my ass and the most beautiful amber eyes staring down at me, laughter filling them. I didn’t question it, didn’t wonder if now was the time. I just told him, straight out, exactly as he had me. “I love you, Elijah Agozi.”
His eyes went wide. His mouth fell open, and then that something warm and happy swelling in my chest appeared in his gaze, staring down at me. “I love you, Mikaela Nixon.” His kiss was hard and quick, but tingles lit me up inside. “And when I get you home, I’ll show you just how much, all over again.”
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