I rub her back and her hair.
She stays where she is.
When the water starts to cool, I shift her. She groans a little as I lift her, but her legs stay locked around me.
"Elena, we should get out."
She makes a small sound and doesn't move.
"We need to shower. Get clean."
She shakes her head.
"Bella." I chuckle.
"No." She nuzzles my neck.
"You're going to be cold."
"No," she says again, and her mouth finds my neck.
I groan as her tongue teases my skin.
She hums and nips me.
My cock, still buried in her, starts to fill.
"You're going to freeze."
"Mmmm," she murmurs, and sucks on my neck.
I grunt.
She kisses up and nibbles my earlobe.
"Fuck," I groan.
"Please," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
I can't help it.
I grab her hips and thrust up.
Chapter Thirty Two
Elena
The room Luca gave me is the simplest in the house, at my request. White walls, a narrow table brought in for me, one chair. Nothing to give away where I am. I put my laptop down on the small table, plug it in, and check the connection twice. I planned to tell Miles about last night—about the parking garage and how close it was—before anything else.
The calendar alert pops. I click Join.
His face fills the screen. Shirt sleeves. Neutral background. No small talk.
“Elena,” he says. “Thanks for making the time.”
“Of course.” I sit up straighter. “There’s something I need to—”
“I’ll be direct,” he cuts in. “You’re terminated, effective immediately.”
