Page 94 of Bad Decisions

"Me too," I breathed. "Don't stop." He stroked my clit faster, his cock thickening inside me. "Please, Elliot. Fuck. Please."

"God, the way you say my name," he breathed. "Can you be my good girl and come for me?"

"Yes," I cried, my body tensing as my orgasm barreled toward me. "Please!"

"Come for me, baby girl," he grunted, fucking into me harder. "Right now. I'm about to—fuck." He slammed into me as I exploded. My pussy contracted around him as he came inside me, pressing it deeper and deeper with every shallow thrust.

He collapsed over me, pressing a long kiss to my mouth before burying his face in my neck, breathing deeply. I ran my hands through his hair, holding him tight as his cock softened inside me.

I'd never felt so full before—not of him. Just of life. Of love. Everything felt right. Like everything I'd ever aimed for in my life was falling into place, and it was all because of him.

I kissed his forehead, holding him closer. "I love you," I whispered. He pulled away, his dark eyes bright as he stared at me.

"And I love you."

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reagan

After we made up,we had an amazing night with Emma, as a family. We were going to have to figure out how to tell her she was going to be a big sister—we had so much to do, but we had time.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart and breathing. My eyes fluttered closed as I tried to breathe with him, to calm my still nauseous stomach. Apparently, morning sickness isn't just in the morning. It's all the damn time.

Eli's hand slid onto my back, and my eyes opened. "I never told you why I said those things," he murmured.

"It doesn't matter." I pressed a soft kiss to his chest, savoring his warmth.

"It does." He smoothed his hand up and down my back in long, soothing strokes. "I told you Meredith was cheating on me." I stiffened at the sound of her name, but forced myself to nod. "I never knew who it was with, and I kind of liked not knowing, you know? It was easier to pretend that it didn't happen. But it did." He took a deep shuddering breath, and I lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest as I stared at him.

The moon cast shadows in his room, illuminating his face just enough to see the pain on it. It made my heart squeeze.

"You found out?" I whispered, and he nodded.

"Before Emma's party, I found out she'd been sleeping with her boss."

"Drake?" I gasped. I'd only met him a few times, but he always seemed like a nice man. He was always kind, and he played with Emma, he was nice to Meredith and Eli seemed to like him. But knowing that he was the one she was having an affair with, it made my stomach roll.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Anyway, before her party, I called the insurance company. I should've done it sooner—I guess it wouldn't have mattered anyway." He ran his hand through his hair as he stared up at the ceiling. "I called because I was going to use some of the money for the party. But when I did, they said that it had already been sent to the beneficiary." My brows pushed together.

"You already got it and didn't know?" I asked, and he let out a humorless laugh.

"Drake was the beneficiary."

My mouth fell open. "What?"

"Yeah," he huffed out another laugh. "I was pissed. It was the night I came home drunk and you thought I'd driven myself. I found out that day and drowned myself in the bottle of whiskey I had in my desk."

"Oh my God, Eli," I breathed. “Why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have said any of those things. I would've left you alone, or made you your favorite dinner, or—or something other than yell at you. Oh God. I'm so sorry."

He smiled softly before leaning forward and kissing my forehead. "This is one reason I love you," he whispered. "Because you're the sweetest fucking person in the entire world."

I settled into his chest, loving the way it felt to be in his arms, even if the story was breaking my heart.

"Anyway," he sighed. "I saw him at the cafe the other day. And he said all this shit about taking Emma from me—that had been their plan. That they were going to leave their partner's for each other, and Meredith was going to take Emma from me. He just said all this shit and I was so pissed, so—so fucking mad. But I felt betrayed, and abandoned all over again. Like everything that we'd fought about and I thought I'd gotten past was pushed back to the surface. When she first told me that she had someone else, I felt inadequate. Why would she want someone else? What was I not doing for her? But then I realized there was nothing I could've done. She would've still wanted him over me. She would've still left me." I wrapped my arm around his waist, hugging him tightly. "And then I came home—"

"Shit." I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing where he was going with his story. "And you felt like I was leaving you, too."

"I just felt raw that day," he muttered. "And when you told me, I was genuinely happy for you, Rae. I still am. I didn't want to hold you back, and I shouldn't have said any of the shit I did."

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