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  She kissed him. Long and hard and fierce, until both of them were gasping and she could feel the throb of his heart in every place she was touching. Her own, too.

  With another of those low, greedy growls, Elliott scooped her up. “Bedroom?”

  “End of the hall—” Her breath left her when he kissed her harder.

  He carried her without effort down the hall, past the guest room she used as an office and the bathroom and the small, odd-shaped room that would never be a bedroom, only a walk-in closet. Her bedroom door was half-closed because of the drafts, and he kicked it open.

  Kicked. It. Open.

  “Oh, fuck,” Simone breathed, every nerve in her body humming with arousal.

  Elliott put her down next to the bed and kissed her again. His hands roamed, one between her legs. The other the back of her neck. He held her still with just that touch, though she wanted to writhe.

  His fingers hooked into the lacy waistband of her panties. With a short, sharp tug, Elliott tore them away from her. The motion jerked her forward, clashing their teeth together. His clipped her tongue.

  Instant, bright pain. Stars flashed in her vision. She cried out, then again when his hand moved between her legs again. A finger slid inside her. Then another. His thumb pressed her clit.

  Somehow they were on the bed, Elliott kneeling over her. Her skirt had hitched up to her waist. Her blouse buttons gaped. He undressed her swiftly and with a competence that shouldn’t have surprised her but did. When she was naked, he pushed her back roughly against the pillows.

  “I want to see you, Simone. Open your legs.”

  He’d done no more than loosen his tie. He’d made no move even to undo his belt. For a moment, she hesitated, but he hadn’t demanded, he’d asked. There was a difference.

  Was there anything more vulnerable than being naked with someone who wasn’t? It was a different sort of pain, one Simone didn’t generally crave. Still, she found herself letting her knees fall wide to tease him with the sight of her wetness.

  “Touch yourself for me.”

  Her fingers slid between her legs. Circled her clit. She dipped inside, getting them wet and slick. She watched him watching her, and didn’t feel vulnerable anymore. She felt powerful. Feminine.

  Desired.

  That feeling was a trigger for her, and she let out a soft moan as her moving hand extended the pleasure his had already begun. Simone arched, spreading herself to his gaze. She took her clit between her thumb and forefinger, jerking it gently.

  He moved closer to kneel between her legs. His hands slid up her thighs, nails lightly scratching. It didn’t even come close to hurting, but her skin pebbled into gooseflesh with the anticipation.

  “Yes,” she murmured when he touched her. “Yes, Elliott.”

  His fingers slipped into her again, moving slowly. Simone rocked her hips at the feeling of him inside her, urging him deeper. She reached up to grab the spindles of her headboard, giving in to the sensation of his hands on her.

  He paused when she did that.

  “Don’t stop,” she said.

  Elliott fucked in and out of her again, still too maddeningly slow. Too gentle. Every so often he’d pull his fingers out to stroke her clit, but mostly he concentrated on curling them just right against that magic spot behind her pubic bone.

  How’d he know she could come that way? she wondered as the pleasure built, but that thought was fleeting. All of her thoughts were insubstantial, quickly lost. All she could concentrate on was the pleasure Elliott was creating in her pussy.

  He eased her to the edge, then slowed again. Once. Twice. Frustrated, Simone let out a spurt of breathless giggles.

  Incredibly, Elliott laughed, too. It transformed him, that low laughter. Sitting up, he moved away from her enough to shrug out of his shirt.

  At the sight of his bare chest, Simone made a small noise. He looked at her sideways. His hand went to his belt, teasing open the leather.

  For a hopeful moment she thought he meant to take it out. Maybe use it? They hadn’t talked about anything like that, and right now she was so turned on she’d be almost stupid enough to forgo the usual “know your limits” talk—but only almost. Simone had learned her lesson the very, very hard way when she’d been young and inexperienced, knowing only that she liked it when her lovers pulled her hair and used their teeth, and not that some men didn’t do this because of the pleasure it gave to anyone else, but only cared about their own. Only once had she been with a man who’d hurt her beyond what felt good, but Simone was smart enough not to make the same mistake twice. If Elliott meant to use that belt on her, they’d need to talk about it first.

  Elliott didn’t slide the leather free of the loops, but he did get himself out of his trousers and the boxer briefs beneath. Simone made another soft noise at the sight of his cock when he freed it. She’d seen him fuck a dozen or so women in his office, but she’d never actually seen his prick.

  All men are proud of their erections, and Elliott was no different. He gave it a few strokes, getting it even harder, until it tapped his belly. With his other hand, he slid his fingers up her inner thigh again.

  “I have condoms,” Simone said, pointing toward the bedside table drawer.

  Elliott shook his head. “Not yet.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. “Non-negotiable.”

  “Understood,” Elliott told her. “But we don’t need one yet.”

  Simone settled back onto the pillows. She let her toes drag up his thigh, the muscles bunched because he was kneeling. She put a foot flat on his belly. His fingers encircled her ankle, not completely around the way he could with her wrist, but tight enough.

  “Elliott … I want you to touch me.”

  He leaned to press his fingertips to her clit. He tweaked it the way she had, and Simone shuddered. She reached for the headboard again, gripping the wood so tight it squeaked. She arched into his touch.

  Still fingering her, Elliott stroked his cock. He dipped his fingers inside her, wetting himself with her arousal. Both of them sighed when he did that; their eyes locked.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Simone said.

  “Not yet.”

  She laughed, frustrated. He laughed, too. She rocked her hips into his slow touch.

  Elliott leaned over her to find her mouth. He kissed her slowly. Then faster. His tip of his cock rubbed her belly, but only lightly, because he kept himself propped up. The hand between her legs paused. Drifted upward. He found her nipples and tweaked them to tightness until she gasped and wriggled.

  When he pinched one, then the other, Simone cried out. Something breathy, wordless, full of need. He did it again. The man who’d growled and picked her up, the one who’d kicked in her door, was back.

  His mouth moved over her. Licking. Biting. Sucking. He pinched and rolled her nipples as his teeth caught the flesh of her throat. His cock rubbed her belly. Her hip. Her thigh.

  Simone tensed, but he didn’t try to slide inside her bare. His kisses moved over her breasts. The ticklish spot of her ribs. At the curve of her hip, he bit down, and her entire body came alive. Electric.

  “Fuck,” she muttered. “Yes, that. Oh, fuck, yes.”

  His hand had never stopped moving on her cunt, and by this time he’d edged her so close that all it would take was another few strokes before she’d come. Simone let go of the headboard to find Elliott’s head, the soft dark hair she threaded her fingers through. She didn’t push him toward her pussy, but oh, that was certainly where she wanted his mouth to go.

  His breath gusted over her. Just a puff. His fingers slid deep inside her, three now. Stretching. He had his hand back on his cock, stroking in time to the thrusts he made inside her.

  “Fuck me,” Simone said in a lust-broken voice. Not quite pleading, though she wasn’t too proud for that. Not when every twist of his fingers inside her sent her spiraling toward orgasm.

  “Not yet,” Elliott said.

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