“Alex, what?—”
“Get in my fucking bed.”
He hesitates, but something in my eyes tells him not to push me. He obeys, moving slowly, like someone approaching a live wire.
I follow close behind him, my footsteps heavy, my breath uneven. He stops at the edge of the bed, uncertain, glancing back at me.
“Take off your clothes,” I say.
His brows knit, confusion flashing in his eyes.
“Now, Elijah. Take off your fucking clothes.Now.”
For a second, he just stares at me—bewildered. The room is thick with silence, charged, dangerous.
Fingers trembling, he unbuttons his custom-fit, overpriced dress shirt and lets it fall to the floor. Then he unbuckles his pants and drops them, too, along with his briefs. His nakedness arouses me. Desire pours from my eyes, thick and unspoken.
His naturally dark skin is bronzed deeper by the sun, smooth in places, corded by muscles in others. Brutal. Beautiful.
His chest rises and falls, slow and uncertain. Eyes locked on mine—questioning, skeptical.
I’ve taken him off guard.
Perfect.
Just how I want him.
I lean into his body, firm and hot beneath me, and shove him down onto the mattress.
“On your stomach,” I say—sharp, sure, leaving no room for argument.
He glances back at me for a beat, something flickering in his eyes—surprise, maybe even hurt—but he complies. Wordlessly. His muscles shift beneath his skin as he rolls over, face turned away.
I tear out of my lounge pants.
“Fuuuck, Elijah.” I groan against his neck, draping my body over his and pressing my dick against his ass. I’m already sweating, and I haven’t even touched him yet.
“Up. On your knees,” I bark, voice low but laced with fire.
He hesitates, not out of defiance, but confusion. He turns his head slightly, eyes finding mine, searching for something behind the command.
My expression must be wild—I can feel it in my face, stretched tight with too much feeling and not enough air.
“Now, Elijah. Do it!”
Another pause. But then, slowly, he obeys.
He pushes up onto his forearms first, body taut with tension, then shifts his knees beneath him.
I reach under my pillow and grab the lube.
ELIJAH
I don’t knowwhether to be terrified or excited. Shocked—I’ll go with shocked.
Alex pours a generous amount of lube into his hand, probably more than necessary, but fuck, his eyes are battling with mine, daring me to fuck with him… and I don’t dare.
I break out in a sweat. I haven’t bottomed in nearly twenty years. Not even with Gabriel. And I was married to the man.
