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He took advantage of being stuck, licking, finger-fucking, letting me come down and driving me back up almost in the same breath.
As soon as he was free, Elias lifted up, reaching to undo his buttons, pushing off his shirt.
Of course that stupidly good-looking thing extended to his body. One he clearly punished with several workouts each week, trimming away any fat, etching delicious indents in his stomach, creating an intoxicating V that disappeared into the waistband of his slacks.
Following my gaze, his hands went down, undoing his belt, his button and zip, dropping his slacks, then reaching to remove his boxer briefs.
It took a low, sexy chuckle for me to realize that the groan that I thought was in my head was actually external, filling the silent space.
I wasn't even embarrassed.
Because, yes, that perfection slapped all over the rest of him extended to his cock as well.
Like the rest of him, it was huge, hard, impressive.
His hand went to his shaft, stroking it down to the base before ducking down, finding his wallet, retrieving a condom, and slipping it on.
I should have put an end to it now.
That was the power move, wasn't it?
Let him go down on me, then pull my skirt back down, move on with my life like nothing happened.
That was a boss bitch move.
But my poor, too-long-untouched body refused to feel satisfied until I got that cock inside me, felt it stretch me, move inside me.
Finished, Elias reached down, grabbed my legs, yanked them up straight, resting them against his shoulder.
I barely got a chance to register his thickness pressing against me before he was slamming inside me, making a moan escape me, my back arching, my thighs clenching.
"Fucking tight," he growled, jerking his hips up, creating a little pinch that shouldn't have felt good, but somehow did.
"You're so big," I shot back, my walls clenching around him.
On another rumbling noise, he started fucking me.
Hard.
Fast.
Relentless.
My body jolted with each thrust, sending me further up on the bed.
Elias dropped my legs, spreading my thighs wide on the bed, body coming over mine, starting to fuck me even harder, even faster, sending both of us traveling up the bed, my head banging off the tufted headboard as his hand moved between my thighs, working my clit, driving me up as my moans echoed off the walls, ricocheted through the suite.
"Come, Juliet," he demanded, voice rough.
And just like that, I did.
Crying out his name.
Then losing my voice completely, the orgasm ripping violently through my system.
"Fuck," Elias growled, burying deep inside me, letting out a roaring noise as he came.
It took about point-two seconds after the orgasm subsided to see what a huge, epic, monumental freaking mistake I'd just made.
There went every goddamn ounce of my credibility that I had worked so hard for.
Shit.
Shitshitshitshit.
Was there any way to save myself here? To come out on top?
Walking away first.
That was the only way, right?
Act like it was no big deal, that things like this meant nothing to me.
I'd rather be seen as a bit of a whore than someone weak and affected by a casual sexual encounter.
With that thought, I slid off the bed, yanking down my skirt, gathering my notebooks,
"Think you're forgetting something," Elias said, making me turn back, finding him already off the bed, pulling up his pants.
Taking a deep breath, forcing my shoulders back and my chin up, I moved toward him, snatching the panties, watching his gaze go victorious as he reached to grab his shirt.
"You know what, Mr. Kole?" I said, stepping closer. "Keep them," I said, shoving them down into his front pant pocket, getting a hiss out of him, then turning and walking away.
Victorious.
At least for the moment.
Who knew what the future held.
But just this once, I was pretty sure I got the better of Elias Kole.
Moving inside the elevator, I watched the doors start to close, seeing a shadow move in the corner before it closed, oddly coming from the wrong direction from where I'd left Elias.
I shook off the strange feeling inside at that, reaching up to flatten my hair, feeling my lips curve up as my hand met the top of my head. A place that would have had a concussion if not for that tufted headboard.
It turned out I was right about those damn headboards after all.
That was two wins in one day.
Even if I knew, eventually, Elias Kole was going to come back with a checkmate.
I was going to enjoy my short-lived victory.
And the delicious ache between my thighs.
