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I must’ve dozed at some point because I woke to total darkness. I sat up, disoriented, and I rubbed my eyes.
Beside me on the bed, with at least a foot between us, was Tye. One arm was thrown across his eyes, and his plump lips parted as he breathed.
He was wearing silky boxers that left nothing to the imagination.
I bit my lip, watching him sleep.
These men were otherworldly, of that much I knew.
My eyes trailed the ink on his body as I edged closer, wanting to be closer to him.
I snuggled into the crook of his arm, my hand drifting over his taut stomach. The trail of hairs that ran from his stomach disappeared beneath the grey boxers, and I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband without thinking. Coarse hair met my fingers, but then they stroked the silky head of his dick, my core clenching at the way it throbbed in my hands.
Tye stirred, his dick hardening in my fist as I slowly pumped it.
Twisting toward me, Tye dropped his lips to stroke mine one, two, three times. He hooked my leg over his waist, spinning me over so I was straddling him.
Our mouths locked together, my fingers grasping his dick as it stroked against me through the soaked fabric.
I moaned as Tye moved the fabric aside, sliding into me too easily, considering his size.
I cried out, arching my back as I slowly rode him, our lips locked. The only sound in the room was the slapping of my butt cheeks on his thighs, the odd cry from me as he thrust upwards, impaling me on his dick.
Wrapping my legs around him, I rubbed my clit against his groin, a shudder of desire coursing through my legs.
Eyes closed, silent, good fucking.
I lost my fingers in his hair.
His nails dug into my butt.
No protection.
No words.
Silent. Hard. World shattering. Fucking.
13
ELIZABETH
After much persuasion, Tye finally agreed to drop me off at work. At least Michelle was back.
“What time is your lunch?” Tye murmured against me, his gaze dragging over the tight navy dress and shiny matching heels I wore today.
Tye had taste, which showed when he helped me choose the clothes when I was getting ready this morning.
A buzz zipped through me as I felt his tongue slip across my lips, begging for entrance. My fingers curled into his hair, and I remembered too late that I had lip gloss on.
“I don’t really get lunch,” I sighed against him, inhaling his delicious scent.
“What? You need to eat, Lizzie.” Tye frowned his disapproval, his gaze holding mine.
“Oh, I mean, I eat at my desk,” I lied. To be fair, Michelle did, so it wouldn't be impossible for me to. I wasn't organised enough to make lunch, that was all.
There was no point in causing further arguments with these men.
Tye nodded but still managed to look pissed off.
