Page 31 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

Shrink?I press my lips together, reluctant to answer that one.

“London?” His strict tone is probing.

“I’m fine.” I attempt to sound assuring. “It was just a very long week. I needed to decompress. I’m not used to anyone seeing me like that.” Jett was the very first, and I’m completely ashamed. My meltdowns are my business and not meant to be shared with anyone else.

“I see.” He exhales and leans forward, resting his hands on my bare thighs.Why do I like it when he touches me?“I want to be clear. You can come to me with anything. If you’re feeling overwhelmed or tired or just need a break, you have to tell me. You have totrust me,” he reiterates for the thousandth time. I still don’t. Probably never will. Even though his eyes are sincere and his voice is inviting.

I just nod, pretending to buy into his bullshit.

“I know you’ve had a very long week.” He begins to rub circles into my tender muscles with his thumbs. It actually feels good. Almost therapeutic. “That’s why I’ve stayed away.”

“From what?”

“Not what. Who. You.”

“Me, why? Did I do something wrong?” I frown.Besides throwing a shampoo bottle at your head.

“Wrong? No. You do everything fucking right.” He digs his fingertips into my skin. “That’s the problem. You’re impossible to resist.”

“You don’t have to resist me. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a sure thing.”

“I have noticed. I’ve noticed how you have every one of my clients eating out of your hand. How you walk into a room and steal everyone’s attention. How you carry yourself. How seductive you are. How I can’t be around you without dying to touch you.”

“You can touch me whenever you want. However you want.”

“That’s only partly true. I’ve also seen how tired you are at the end of each day.”

“How I feel doesn’t matter.”

Jett sits up straight with a perturbed look on his face. “Of course it matters.”

“It never has before,” I argue.

“Well, it does with me.” He spreads my legs. “I don’t want what’s leftover when it comes to you. I want all of you. The entire meal. All seven courses.” He begins to kiss his way up my thigh and something strange tingles in my lower abdomen. “When we’re together, I want all your pleasure and all your pain.” He sucks on my skin still moving dangerously higher. “I want you strong enough to endure every dirty thing I desire. And I want you to enjoy all those things just as much as I do.” He plants a kiss right between my legs over the scarce scrap of material before sliding it over to the side.

“What are you doing?” I jump, grabbing a fistful of his blond hair.

“What does it look like?” He leans forward. “Showing no restraint whatsoever.” He steals a hot lick of my pussy, and I gasp. “Why so skittish, little bird? You’re acting like you’ve never been eaten out before.”

“I just don’t understand why you prolong the inevitable. If you want to fuck me, just fuck me. That’s what I’m here for. Why bother with foreplay?”

Jett halts all movement and looks up at me with just his eyes. His tongue a hazardous inch away from my dewy slit.

“I don’t want to just fuck you,” he snaps. “I want to pleasure you. I want to hear you moan as you come on my face and then again all over my cock. I want you begging me for more until you can’t speak and neither one of us can breathe. That’s what I fucking want.”

My jaw drops.

“Jesus, London. What has your life been like?”

Sheer hell.I bite back my response.

Jett stands and hovers over me. “Has anyone ever touched you?” He runs his thumb down my cheek so sweetly that if I could actually feel, it might make me cry. “Like, really touched you?”

“Not in the way I think you mean.”

“What a fucking tragedy.” He kisses me as sweetly as he touched me. It’s completely foreign. I want to hate it, but I don’t. I can’t comprehend why he even cares. I’m no one. Nothing. A woman he can use and then toss away. Isn’t that what every man wants?

“I want to touch you,” he asserts.

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