Page 18 of Sexploitation

“Then why are you running from me, Peach?”

“I’m not running. I’m walking briskly,” she retorts. “And I left because our business has concluded. I got what I wanted. There was no point in sticking around.”

Tugging her to a stop, I slide my hand across the back of her neck and lean forward, breathing in the tantalizing scent of peaches. My voice is low as I whisper in her ear, “Oh, Peach...That was just a preview. I’m far from done with you.”

“I’m. Not. Interested.” Her words are choppy, her shallow breaths giving her away.

I chuckle and trace the swell of her breast. “We both know that’s not true. Stop fighting this. Stop fighting me. I’ve already won.”

She steps back, her hand clenched into a fist at her side. “You’re delusional.”

Parker turns and walks away, but I don’t try to catch her this time, choosing instead to follow about three feet behind her. She tries to ignore my presence, occasionally glancing over her shoulder almost as if to make sure I’m still there.

Five minutes later, we arrive at her building. I wait as she types in a code and pulls open the door, slipping in behind her before it shuts fully. We climb the stairs in silence until finally reaching her door. The entire walk has been an act of restraint. Every dark alley looked like the perfect place to pull her into and ravage her senseless.

I’m nothing if not patient, but like all good things, that patience has its limits.

Parker

My body is buzzingwith anticipation as I slide my key into the door, the heat of Elias’s stare scorching my skin.

He leans on the doorframe, his earthy scent invading my senses. “Invite me in.”

“This is just sex,” I say, pushing the door open.

Elias steps inside my dimly lit condo, a cocky smirk on his face. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, Peach.”

I roll my eyes at his comment, knowing I don’t believe it any more than he does. But I can't let myself think about that right now. I need this. I need to get him out of my system.

I close the door behind us and turn to face him. He's already looking at me with that intense gaze of his, the one that sends shivers down my spine. I try to ignore it and focus on the task at hand.

“No more games.” I slip my dress off my body and toss it on the floor, leaving me completely nude.

Elias steps closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. He's silent, but I can feel the tension building between us. He reaches out to touch me, but I step back.

“Not yet,” I say, throwing his words from that first night back in his face. But unlike him, I don't plan to wait long. “I want to take it slow tonight.”

He nods and follows behind me as I walk over to my bed, his watchful gaze heating my skin.

When we reach the bedroom, I turn to face him. “Take your clothes off.”

He follows my command, slowly removing his shirt and jeans. I watch him, my eyes drinking in the sight of his muscular body as he slides his boxers down his legs, a warmth spreading through my body once he’s standing in all his naked glory. Goddamn, the man is beautiful. But I can't let myself get too attached. Sex. This is only sex. When I get what I want, I'll let him go. No strings. Just the way I like it.

“Now... get on the bed.”

He chuckles at my demanding tone but lies down on the bed without hesitation, his swelling cock twitching with need. I climb on top of him and straddle his hips, reaching across his sculpted body for the handcuffs hanging from the headboard. Elias watches me with a curious expression but doesn't say a word, anticipation building in the air, both of us eager to get started.

“Hands above your head.”

His eyebrows lift, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he follows my direction. I place a cuff around one wrist and weave the chain behind a spindle on my headboard before cuffing the other, leaning down to kiss him once they’re secure. He responds eagerly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Our bodies are pressed tightly together, heat radiating between us. I break the kiss and pull away, looking down at him.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, my voice low and seductive.

He nods, his eyes full of lust and desire.

“Good.” I reach for the blindfold on the nightstand and lean over him, my breasts brushing against his chest as I position it over his eyes.

Elias's breathing quickens, his growing erection pressing against my aching center. My hands roam over the peaks of his chest then down the ripples of his muscular abdomen, Elias’s body wiggling beneath me as I lick his nipple.

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