Page 12 of Knot Their Starlet

But there’s something filthy about it leaving his lips right now.

“Good point,” I say, stepping forward and straightening ‌his suit where I’d clung to him earlier during our kiss.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.

Eli peeks out the door and offers me a single nod of reassurance before leading me out of the bathroom and down the hall.

I settle into following him along, far more comfortable in this position than leading the way like I was when we were leaving the main award ceremony earlier.

He holds open a thick metal door with a blazing neon EXIT sign above it.

“An alley? Classy,” I chuckle as the door shuts behind us. I take a breath of the crisp night air, trying to calm my racing heart.

Eli seems so calm and collected standing there, his hands shoved in his pockets as he stares at me intently. He’s always so put-together. I want to see some of that careful control he has unravel.

“If you don’t want to...” Eli starts slowly, but I interrupt by trying to shove him against the wall behind him.

He doesn’t move an inch.

“Come on,” I huff, rolling my eyes. “Play along.”

Eli’s lips quirk up into a smirk.

“We’re playing, are we? Okay, then. Take two.”

I take his cue and shove him again. He’s a good sport about it this time and steps back until he’s pressed against the concrete.

I don’t know whether it’s the alcohol or the adrenaline from winning a fucking Grammy tonight, but there’s something about the thrill of sneaking around like this that’s setting the blood in my veins on fire.

“You’re so cute pushing me around.”

My cheeks puff out as I blow a gust of air out.

“Uh huh. Cute. Exactly what a guy wants to be called.”

“But you are,” he shrugs, letting out a soft huff of laughter.

His hands are still in his pockets.

I don’t want them in his pockets. I want them on me.

“You won’t be laughing when I have my mouth wrapped around you,” I rasp out.

It takes all my courage to keep my eyes locked on his.

When his gaze darkens with intensity and his blood orange scent grows sweet in the air around us, I take that as permission enough and drop to my knees.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs. “It’s not... It’s not your heat.”

“Yes.” I grip his hips before pressing my cheek into the growing hardness in his slacks.

Fuck, he’s so massive.

I’m not necessarily small either, but Eli’s cock is a work of art, I swear.

“We’re supposed to be celebrating you right now,” Eli grunts, his hands clenching at his sides.

I reach up and guide one of his hands to rest on my head.