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This is just like the dream. He did the exact same thing and looked at me the way he’s staring at me right now. His smoldering, dark eyes remain on my face to watch my every expression.

“Fuck.” I groan and throw my head back.

Elijah’s moan goes straight to my clit, and it’s enough to hurtle me over the cliff after being edged while riding his thigh.

I slap my palm over my mouth to muffle my moans as I come. Elijah works me through it and shoves two fingers inside to pump in and out of the spasming walls.

When I come down, I expect him to stop, but he continues his assault. I shove his head, but he doesn’t budge.

“W-wait. It’s too much!” I cry.

His tongue laps at my sensitive, swollen clit. Each stroke stokes the embers of my pleasure and builds another climax. I rock myself against his mouth.

Elijah’s dark eyes rise to my face, and he pins me down with his arm wound around my waist. I can’t look away from him. I don’t think I want to, even though a small part of me feels guilty that I’m doing this with my stepbrother.

A shudder rolls through me, and I whimper as another orgasm crests. Right before I fall, he stops and pulls away.

“Why’d you stop?” I whine.

He licks his lips and sits back on his haunches. “Time’s up.”

“There’s a time limit?”

He moves off the bed, adjusts himself, then lowers the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. “Stay just like that, and I’ll be right back.”

I sit up and bring my legs to my chest to hide myself from him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He strides to the door and glances at me over his shoulder. “Just a minute. That’s all I need.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he leaves me in the bedroom and shuts the door behind him.

I almost follow him. Instead, I take a few minutes to catch my breath and wait for the aching need to fade before I stand from his bed. I dress in record time and give myself a once-over in the large mirror by his closet door.

My eyes widen at my messy hair and flushed face. I fix the strands back into place. There’s nothing I can do about my complexion and how it looks like I just finished fucking Elijah.

Shaking off the conflicting feelings, I open the door and step out. I grunt as I collide with a wall. Blinking, I realize it’s not a wall but a chest. Hands grab my waist and shove me back into Elijah’s room.

“What are you doing?”

Elijah covers my mouth with his palm and spins me around before shoving me against the wall beside the door.

“I told you to wait for me.”

CHAPTER 34

EDEN

NIGHT 5 OF THE BET

His mouth crashes against mine as he walks me backward and deeper into the room. The backs of my trembling knees bump against the mattress.

“I told you to stay ready for me, did I not?” he murmurs between kisses.

“Elijah,” I whimper.

Where the hell did he go? Why did he need to leave before coming back?

The questions fade from my mind like a puff of smoke as his lips move against mine while he pushes my skirt and panties to my knees.