Page 31 of Effing Eli

AUTUMN WAS TURNING my plans on their ass. Here my girl was on her knees in a dark closet, loving the fuck out of my cock. Her hums of delight were music to my ears. She was taking her time too. Not in any hurry to make me come.

I was one lucky bastard.

I wasn’t sure why the sudden change, but I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I’d embrace it and do everything possible to make Autumn mine again. And when I did, there was no way I’d ever let her go.

Her grip around my cock tightened and her suction increased to mind-numbing strength. I cupped the back of her head with one hand and braced the other against the door to stabilize myself. These doors locked from the outside, so we needed to keep it blocked if someone tried to enter.

“Fucking hell, baby. I think you might suck my dick off. Let me come, will you?”

Her eyes lifted to mine. They glittered with amusement in the dimly lit room as she hummed.

Son of a bitch. She’d been putting me off on purpose. Well, fuck this shit. I would blow my load into her pretty mouth right this fucking minute.

I rolled my hips and thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and moaned, eyes shining from the rapid assault. But I knew Autumn could take it and loved it when I dominated her.

A zing shot down my spine as my balls drew up. I went to town on Autumn’s mouth, pistoning my hips as my climax peaked. I closed my eyes, mouth gaping, heart pounding.

“Fuuck…” My release hit with an explosive force, I nearly toppled onto Autumn. I hissed and heaved in buckets of air while she slurped up every last drop. “Holy. Shit. Goddamn. I don’t think I’ll be able to move from this spot for the rest of the day.” I rested my head on my bent arm against the door. I had noodle legs, something I hadn’t experienced in years. If I recalled correctly, it was the last time she sucked me off in the shower back at our apartment in Manhattan. Damn, that was ages ago.

“So you really haven’t gotten a BJ in three years?” There wasn’t an ounce of teasing in her voice. It fucking pissed me off.

I jerked her off her knees by her shoulders and slammed her back against the door. “What did you say?” I asked through clenched teeth.

Her eyes were wild with fear. “I… Um…”

“I will say this one more fucking time, so you better be listening to me, goddammit. I have not been with anyone since you. You, Autumn. Jesus fucking Christ. How can you think so little of me?”

She blinked with a stunned expression.

I put myself back together. I needed to get out of there. The air had suddenly turned thick and suffocating. I nudged her to the side to get out of my way.

“Wait.” She grabbed my bicep.

“No. Now I need time. I know I’m a lot of unsavory things, but Jesus, you have owned my heart since our second year at college. It slays me how you seemed to have forgotten that.” I opened the supply closet door without any discretion and stalked back to my office, leaving Autumn with tears in her eyes and a gaping mouth.

Heads turned in my direction. I was sure my face was red. Not from embarrassment but from rage. How in the fuck can she believe I’d be with anyone while she still lived and breathed? Hell, even if Autumn unexpectedly died, God forbid, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

Nobody knew me like her. Our souls had been bound together as one since the first time I made love to her. My heart only beated for Autumn. But then I fucked it up, so maybe she honestly didn’t have a clue.

I changed my direction. If I went to my office, she might follow me there. I fucking didn’t want to deal with her right now. Instead, I got in the elevator and went up to Will’s office. Maybe he could enlighten me regarding Autumn. If nothing else, he’d let me vent. Fuck knew I needed to blow off some steam.

As I approached Davina’s desk, she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Afternoon, Mr. Morgan.”

“Davina. Is Will available?”

“You don’t have an appointment.”

“I know. Can you see if he has a minute for a friend?”

She rolled her eyes. “Mrs. St. James will be arriving shortly with the baby.”

“I won’t stay long.”

She considered me a second. “Did something happen?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” As if I’d tell her what I’d just been doing with Autumn in the supply closet.

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