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Unwilling to ruin the mood, he moved down her neck, placing light kisses across her breasts. Moving lower, he nibbled down her stomach, enjoying her burst of giggles.
He loved knowing that she was ticklish. If they had more time, he’d like to explore that. He enjoyed the sounds of her pleasure even as he used his right hand to stroke himself. Having come just moments before, he was pleasantly surprised to find his shaft was already rising to the occasion, anxious for their next round of heat.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, Elijah reached and grabbed a condom. He pulled Reagan closer until her pussy was at the very edge of the table before sliding the tip of his cock up and down her lower lips.
Their gaze connected. He saw her need—her desire. More importantly, he felt their deep connection, even before he wasinside her. Pushing his hips forward, Elijah claimed Reagan again, watching the pleasure pour into her eyes as he filled her. Unlike their first urgent coupling, this time he moved slower, reveling as her core squeezed his shaft as he took her again and again.
How long had it been since he’d made love to a woman like this? This was so much more intimate than an impersonal blow job at Black Light. Watching the emotions in her eyes as he thrust into her drove him higher and higher.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” And he meant it.
He felt the pull of something dangerous. Feelings deeper than sexual satisfaction.
“Elijah,” she called out his name as she closed her eyes, letting the pleasure rise between them.
His climax was close, but he didn’t want to come, not until…
“Open your eyes, baby,” he ground out, waiting for her to comply before finishing with a fast flurry of thrusts. As he fell over the cliff, he called out her name. Reaching down to stroke her clit, he pulled her over the edge right alongside him, each exploding from the fireworks going off between them.
Long seconds passed as they each caught their breath. It took all his effort to finally pull out of her, as he did, regretting the loss of intimacy.
After disposing of the dirty condom, Elijah got to work untying his captive. Only when he pulled her up onto her feet was he able to pull Reagan into his arms. He loved how she squeezed him tight around his shoulders, trembling in his arms as she recovered from their passionate sex.
Her voice was soft against his chest as she said, “I’ve never been with anybody so kinky.”
Elijah chuckled, knowing they’d barely scratched the surface of his favorite kinks.
That’s when a wave of unexpected sadness washed over him. In that moment, he realized he’d probably taken Reagan as far as she was comfortable going on her sexual awakening journey. His brain tried to tell himself it was okay. The sex was amazing, and the night wasn’t over yet. Still, he mourned knowing he’d never get the opportunity to introduce Reagan to his undercover world of Black Light and, more importantly, his favorite tools of his trade in his playbag.
Pushing the depressing thought aside, he teased, “Okay, young lady. It’s time to get you into a bath.”
“A bath now? It’s late, and I took a shower before we went to dinner.”
Pulling her into motion, he answered, “If I’m gonna get you dirty, I have to make sure to clean you up afterward. And anyway, by my count, I still have eight more orgasms to deliver. I’m sure those well-used girly parts of yours could use a nice soak before we move on to number five.”
They’d just stepped into the opulent bathroom as she protested. “You can’t be serious. You know you don’t need to follow through with that. You’ve already done more than enough.”
“Oh no you don’t. I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he answered, turning on the water just before pouring an ample dose of the hotel-supplied bath oils into the filling tub.
Elijah bit his tongue to keep from admitting it was his own aching joints that had been longing for a good soak. It had much less to do with their sexcapades and more to do with his fifty-year-old worn-out body.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
REAGAN
The ding of an incoming text took Reagan’s attention away from her reflection in the mirror.
After another round of sexy times that morning, she’d elected to shower first. Considering she’d taken two showers and a bath the day before, she probably could have skipped showering this morning, but she’d been desperate for some alone time to think through all that had happened this eventful weekend.
Since moving out into the main suite to get dressed and put on her makeup, she’d been trying to figure out how to slow down time.
There were a lot of things she questioned, but one thing she knew for sure was that she wasn’t ready yet to say goodbye to the birthday boy.
The second ping of the incoming message had her crossing to the table where Elijah had left his phone. She shouldn’t look. It was none of her business. Not who was texting and certainly not what they had to say.
But she wanted it to be her business.
And that was just one of her many growing problems.
