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“It’s not about the money, Kyle.”
“Then what is it about? He’s good in bed? Give me a try.”
“Get your fucking hand off the door.”
He leaned his entire body up against it instead. “Elise, come on.”
“Just let it go. I’m not the only beautiful woman on the market.”
“But you’re the most beautiful—and don’t pretend you don’t know that.”
I narrowed my eyes in annoyance. “I’m not worth this crusade, Kyle. I think you just want what you can’t have—and that’s very childish.” I shoved him hard in the chest so I could free up the back door. “Now leave me the fuck alone.”
* * *
I pulled up outside Grave’s building.Can I come up?
You don’t need to ask, sweetheart.
My altercation with Kyle melted off my body the second I read that. I entered his building then took the elevator to the top floor. When the doors opened and I entered the parlor, Grave was already there waiting for me. It was late in the evening, so he was in nothing but his low-rise sweatpants, his powerful chest a living slab of concrete.
I thought I’d never see this place again.
I hung my coat on the rack, one of the pockets stuffed with the envelope of cash. Then I turned into him, surrounded by his warmth immediately. My cheek rested against the hardest pillow I’d ever felt, and I sank into it.
Big arms surrounded me and pulled me close, his lips resting on the top of my head.
I could stay like that forever.
He held me like that for nearly a minute before he pulled away. “Hungry?”
“No.”
“Thirsty?”
“No.”
He stared down at me for a few seconds, and then that playful smirk emerged. “Straight down to business, then.”
My arm hooked through his, and we headed to his bedroom. The fire in the hearth had already heated the room, casting shadows along the walls, and filling the room with popping noises that made me think of camping as a kid.
With his back turned to me, he dropped his sweatpants and his boxers, showing his muscular ass before he walked to the bed. He got on top, leaned against the pile of pillows at the headboard, and stretched out his arms across the bed. “Get to it.”
I slowly undressed, taking my time dropping every piece of clothing. With each article that hit the floor, he got that much harder, twitching occasionally. With unblinking eyes, he stared at me until I was buck naked, the glow of the fire noticeable against my skin. No man had ever made me feel sexier than he did. All he did was give me a look, and every insecurity I had was washed away.
I climbed onto his big bed and made my way up his chest, like a wildcat climbing up a tree. My knees parted and straddled his hips, and I sat right on his length, my sex already smearing against his bare skin.
I could tell he felt it because he took a quiet breath.
My hands planted on his chest, and I arched my back so I could drag my body down and scoop him into me. On the first try, I succeeded, getting the head of his dick right at my entrance, too thick to fit without some grinding.
Slowly, we came together, my wetness smoothing his entrance.
Then we were reunited, as if it’d been weeks since we’d been together rather than days.
Like a bear that woke from hibernation, he grabbed my hips with his big hands and dragged me down, sealing me over his entire length.
It hurt. But it hurt good.
