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  “Can I use your toothbrush?”

  He shuddered, pausing for a moment before backing her into an open door. “No. Absolutely not.”

  Just inside the bedroom, Simone linked her fingers behind his neck. “You can put your mouth on me, but you can’t share a toothbrush?”

  Elliott made that noise, the one that sent her spiraling into desire so fast it made her head spin. That growl. He did it against her throat, and his hands gripped her just above her hips, not quite hard enough to hurt, even though she wanted it to.

  “You put your mouth,” Simone murmured, “on my pussy … but you can’t share a toothbrush.”

  His hand went between her legs, stroking over her panties. “Is that what you want me to do?”

  “Yes, Elliott.”

  “You want me to share my toothbrush.”

  Simone burst into laughter and shoved at him a little. “No! I don’t care about the toothbrush! I want you to put your mouth on my pussy.”

  “Oh. I think I could manage that,” he said.

  Oh, wow. There was that smile. That smile that killed her. Slayed her. Opened her right up, all the way down to her soul.

  She fisted the front of his shirt and pulled him to her for a long and bruising kiss that ended with her nipping at his lips. She put her mouth to his ear. “Tell me your guidelines.”

  “Later.” Now he backed her up to the bed, king-size and made up with a perfectly pressed spread and tons of extra pillows.

  She was on her back in another few seconds. He was on top of her after that, between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her clit through the layers of their clothes like he’d been born and made to fit her. He did not kiss her. He held his mouth just above hers, teasing her with his breath.

  When he pinned her hands above her head, grinding the bones of her wrists in his big hands, Simone cried out his name. He growled again at the sound of it. Her hips lifted. His hands slid behind her, finding the zipper of her dress with unerring ease.

  She was bared to him in seconds, having gone without a bra for the strapless dress, her lace panties stripped away as easily as the dress had been. Elliott pushed her knees apart and moved between them. His fingers traced her labia, then spread her open there, too.

  Simone arched, head tossing on his pillows. She gripped the sheets. She urged him on with her body and wordless, desperate moans. He didn’t put his mouth on her. He blew a puff of air over her swollen pussy, and it teased her clit until she gasped out a plea.

  He laughed and pushed up on his knees to look down at her. He loosened his tie an inch at a time and tossed it aside. Then the buttons on his shirt, revealing his chest. He shrugged out of the shirt while she watched, but he didn’t throw it on the floor. He folded it neatly and set it carefully on the bed without ever once looking away from her eyes.

  Simone groaned. “You’re killing me.”

  “You’re impatient.”

  “Is patience one of your guidelines?”

  “Yes.” His hand went to his belt, opening the buckle. To the button beneath. The zipper.

  She licked her lips, pushing up on her elbows to stare at him. “I want to see you.”

  He didn’t push his pants down. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh instead, nails lightly scratching. “Patience.”

  With a groan that was of pleasure only because denial was a kind of torturous pleasure, Simone fell back on the bed. She put her hands on his headboard, gripping the spindles. She opened her legs.

  Elliott covered her with his body, mouth feasting on hers while his hand slid between her legs. “Tell me about the pain.”

  Simone paused, but only for a second before she was opening her mouth to him again. She tilted her hips to urge his fingers inside her, but he didn’t push inside her. “I like it.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. I just know that I–” She cried out when he pinched her inner thigh, not hard enough to bruise but still with a deliberation that spiraled arousal all through her.

  He did it again, finding the most tender part of her and twisting the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. It only lasted a second or two, barely long enough to hurt at all, but it felt so fucking good her hips bucked. She writhed.

  “Tell me about it,” Elliott said into her ear before biting her earlobe.

  “It’s all tied together. Pleasure. Pain. I like it when it hurts because … it just … feels … better…” She laughed. “I can’t talk when you’re doing that with your hand.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.” She turned a little to look at him. She put her hand on his face. This close she could count the individual hairs in his brows, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes. “I don’t want you to stop, Elliott.”

  He closed his eyes for a second, then looked into hers again. “I love how you say my name.”

  She kissed him gently. “Elliott.”

  “Tell me what you like,” he whispered against her neck.

  “I like it when you use your teeth.” She gasped when he did, then again when he did it harder. “When you pinch my nipples, that’s fantastic.”

  “Like this.” He sat up and ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, then pinched her nipples lightly.

  “Oh … fuck…” She arched.

  He did it harder. First one, then the other. Simone cried out and writhed. He left off one to push his fingers inside her pussy.

  When he moved his mouth down her body, biting and nibbling, she held her breath as long as she could, but when he at last settled his lips and teeth and tongue against her clit, all she could do was gasp. His tongue flickered against her, the pressure teasing and too light, but in the next minute he’d found that sensitive flesh on the insides of her thighs again. Licking, sucking, pinching.

  “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Elliott, that feels so fucking good.” He scraped his teeth along her clit until she shook with the pleasure of it. “You make me … mindless.”

  He paused at that, but only for a second or so before he was back at it. His mouth was magic, moving over her. His fingers, too. Inside her. On her thighs. Simone rocked against his kiss and touch, until up, up, and over she tumbled into an orgasm that left stars sparkling in the edges of her vision.

  “Fuck me, Elliott,” she breathed into his ear.

  It took him a minute or so to wriggle out of his pants and reach for the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom. She sat up to sheathe him, cupping his balls for a moment. Watching his face. His lips, wet from her climax. The furrow of his brows when she stroked him, head to base.

  “I want you,” she told him.

  He kissed her, pushing her back on the bed. He cradled her for a moment, and she wondered if he wasn’t going to fuck her, after all. But then he slid a hand between them to fit his cock inside her, inch by delicious inch.

  “I want you, too,” he whispered against her.

  “Let me make you crazy, baby,” Simone said.

  Then he started to move inside her, and she had no more words.

  * * *

  Elliott was not used to a woman in his bed. He’d lain awake for a long time last night, but woke at his normal time even though he was exhausted. He’d stared for a while at the ceiling, waiting for the room to get light enough for him to see, but ultimately, the soft, relentless sigh of Simone’s breathing beside him had pushed him from the bed.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t want her there. That wasn’t why he’d gone downstairs without waking her, or why he now sipped coffee as he stood outside on the back porch and watched the sun get higher in the sky. It was because although it had taken him awhile to fall asleep, waking beside Simone had felt so natural that he couldn’t imagine not doing it every day.

  She had driven him crazy the night before.

  He wanted her to drive him crazy again.

  The creak of the stairs was as familiar to him as the sound of his own heartbeat. How many times had he forgotten to skip that fo