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“I have a whole drawer full of sweats,” he promised.
“Do some of them say FBI right across the front? Like Agent Starling’s sweats from the beginning ofSilence of the Lambs?” she asked, geeking out about an old movie that he’d probably never seen.
“Is there any other reason to join the FBI?” he said, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
“You do!?”
He rolled his eyes at her. “I have, like,threesweatshirts just like Starling’s,” he said, leaning forward to redirect their driver to Quincy.
“You aresogetting laid tonight,” she said, making him laugh. “In spite of the fact that you live inQuincy.”
He leaned back and pulled Bianca into his arms. “My funny girl,” he whispered, before kissing her.
They almost didn’t make it inside his apartment fully clothed. Still kissing her, Elias stripped off his jacket and threw it somewhere, then untied his tie with one hand while holding her against him and backing her through his apartment.
“Wait,” Bianca said, laughing around his barrage of kisses. “I want to see your place.”
He threw his tie somewhere into the darkness. “Couches. Lamps. Various tables and artwork,” he said, still landing kisses. His hands reached behind her back, looking for the zipper on her dress, and all the while he never stopped moving them through his living space and toward his bedroom. “You can see it tomorrow.”
She gave in and let herself be swept along, only pausing to help him get her out of her gown and jewels.
“I’ve been driving myself crazy, thinking about what you’ve got on under here,” he said, finally freeing her from the dress.
She stepped back to give him a show. Her hair was tousled and her mouth was swollen with kissing. She let herself feel how sexy she was to him, modeling the demi-cup bustier and matching lace-trimmed tanga thong she’d picked out for him. Both of them were partially see-through, with delicate embroidery around the edges.
He reached out and ran his fingers over the side of her breast, watching the nipple harden through the sheer material. “Leave this on,” he said, and then he got down on his knees in front of her.
He pulled off her thong and put one of her thighs over his shoulder, spreading her legs apart to make room for his mouth. When he took her clit between his lips, she had to dig her nails into the palm of her hand to stop herself from crying out.
He pulled back to look up at her. “Don’t you like that?” he asked, his brow knit together.
“I like that very much,” she said, her legs so shaky they almost gave out.
“Then why won’t you let me hear you?”
“You always tell me to be quiet,” she said. He stood up, guiding her to the bed, and laid her back, looking sad. “What is it?” she asked.
He stretched out beside her, his fingers still running over her body. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself. He rolled her on top of him.
“I want you to be as loud as you want to be,” he said. “No more being quiet.”
He took her hips between his hands and guided her over him, fitting himself inside her. She slid down his shaft slowly, watching him while she moaned.
“That’s it,” he said, moving her above him. “Get loud, Bianca.”
She rocked back and forth, slowly at first, and then riding him hard until she was shouting his name as she climaxed.
When she was finished, he rolled them over and passed her leg between them, flipping her over while staying inside her. He pulled up on her hips until she was on her knees in front of him, and thrust into her from behind until he was groaning her name in orgasm.
Spent and breathing hard, he rolled them over again until her head was resting on his chest and her leg was thrown over his hips. When their breathing had slowed, he kept her close with one arm and reached with the other to pull the down comforter on top of them.
“I was very loud,” she said.
“You wereveryloud,” he agreed, chuckling.
Feeling no censure in his words, she laughed with him. “You were pretty loud, too,” she said, feeling him squeeze her tighter and kiss the top of her head as he relaxed, giving himself over to rest. “What changed?” she asked, unable to escape the nagging feeling that he was holding something back.
“I don’t care who hears us anymore,” he mumbled, already half asleep.
