Page 12 of Built for Temptation

He grunted, eyeing my booty shorts and crop top with lustful, hungry eyes. “I think you look fucking perfect, baby.” He leaned forward, setting his phone down. I started walking backward, a smirk tilting my lips. “In fact, they can wait just a little bit longer,” he rumbled as he stood from the couch.

That was another thing. My sex drive? Fucking insatiable.

I snickered. “You’d do that to Athena and Cecily?”

He lunged for me, making me squeal with laughter. With much more ease than I thought a man his size could ever possess, he swept me up into his arms, cradling me to his chest. His lips met mine in a hungry kiss, and I moaned, submitting to him.

I liked to be in charge, and I loved that Elliot was such a natural switch, but I also loved giving over the reins to him, especially when my body was so worn out and sore from all of the hormonal changes happening to me so quickly.

“God, you are beautiful,” he growled, gently laying me on our bed like I was a fragile piece of glass. “It’s no wonder I got you knocked up.” He chuckled. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

Laughing softly, I reached for him, drawing him down on top of me. Leaning up on my elbows, I captured his lips with mine again as he settled between my thighs, lightly thrusting against me. I groaned low in my throat. “We can’t take long,” I breathlessly reminded him as he began to trail his lips down my throat. A moan bubbled up my throat. “Our family is waiting.”

“Fuck, I love the sound of that,” he rumbled. He leaned up and pulled my crop top over my head, tossing it to the floor. “Our family.”

I slid my hands over his broad shoulders. His shoulders were smooth, his chest roughened by hair. I couldn’t get enough of his big, muscular form. He wasn’t all toned—his belly was flat but soft. I’d touch him all damn day if I could.

His phone started ringing from the living room, but he ignored it, his hands already tugging at my shorts and thong as I pushed at his sweatpants.

The phone cut off just as he pushed inside of me. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my thighs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“I love you,” he groaned, his teeth sliding along my collarbone. I shivered. “I fucking love you so goddamn much, Har.”

“I love you, too,” I rasped right before my walls tightened around him, and I cried out his name, coming all over his cock.

The clubhouse smelled delicious. A mix of herbs, spices, and roasted meat hung in the air, infiltrating my nostrils and making my stomach rumble with hunger. Elliot’s stomach wasn’t doing much better. It sounded like a threatening bear.

I’d definitely worked up an appetite with Elliot earlier, and apparently, he’d worked up one, too.

“Sit down, baby,” my man ordered. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ll bring your food to you. What do you want to drink?”

“Water,” I told him. It was the only thing that didn’t make me swell. Who the fuck knew I would already start swelling, and I was barely even pregnant?

He brushed his hand along my back before slipping into the kitchen. I took a seat at the table Cecily and Athena were sitting at. It looked like Seb and Adler were on dad duty, giving their wives a much-needed break.

“Hey,” Cecily greeted, a smile tilting her lips. “We were beginning to wonder if you two were going to make it after all.”

I laughed a little, my cheeks just the tiniest bit red. “We got a little…caught up.”

Athena snorted, waving me off. “Girl, we get it. I’m always getting caught up with Seb.”

“Not something I needed to know,” Elliot said as he set my plate of food in front of me with a bottle of water. I turned my head and caught his lips with mine, kissing him softly in thanks. He brushed his fingers along the back of my neck before straightening up and walking over to the table the guys were at with his own plate of food.

“I’m glad he’s settling down,” Cecily told me, a proud, motherly smile on her face. “Elliot hides a lot behind his jokes and easy-going nature, but he feels everything deeply. He needs someone like you.”

I knew he did, and the stories he’d told me had broken my heart. He’d been a young boy just looking for a family to love him. He had strived to be the best kind of kid there was. But he thought he still hadn’t been good enough all because some assholes had never adopted him.

But he was good enough for me. More than enough. And I would always do everything I could to show him how thankful I was that he had picked me up on the side of the road that night all those weeks ago.

The girls and I carried on an easy, light-hearted conversation, and by the time I was done eating, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. They were so easy to get along with, which was a miracle for me. I wasn’t good at making friends—not really. Elsie was the only person who’d truly stuck around for me. It was nice to find a place to belong here, too.

Standing from the table, I picked up my plate and my empty bottle of water and carried it to the kitchen. I knew Elliot would do it for me if I asked, but he was having a good time with the guys, and I didn’t want to disturb him.

Didn’t seem to matter anyway, I concluded once Elliot popped in behind me, his own empty plate in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. He crowded me in against the counter, his hands on either side of my hips. “With you almost being out of the first trimester, do you want to tell them today while everyone is here?”

I settled my hands on his waist, looking up at him. I knew, despite him finally coming around to the idea of being a dad, this was still very unchartered territory for him and left him feeling a little unsteady. I didn’t want to push him to do something he might not be ready for.

“You ready for that, handsome?”

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