This isus. We’re buildingusnow. This solid foundation structure is what Leo hoped for.
I cannot believe he’d walk away from us when he’s spent so many years fighting for all three of us.
Would he?
The man fell out of the sky, and he lived.Thisman, right here, should have died, but he lived.
I nearly died.
But I lived.
My life is a waste if I don’t reach out and grab this and try my damnedest to bind the three of us together so no one can tear us asunder. Not each other, and not even our own stupid selves.
Elliot’s fingers are going to leave marks on my ass in the morning. He’s got a fistful of my flesh in his hand, and the bite of pain only drives me harder and closer to the edge. His other hand cups the back of my head, fisting my hair and anchoring me in place.
Then he sucks on my lower lip, nipping, dark fires burning in his midnight gaze. “Come for me, baby.”
I do.
He holds me tightly as I shudder against him, his kisses growing sweet and gentle, the hand on my ass rubbing and soothing.
I’m…exhausted. I know he has to be, too.
But I get that sweet, playful smile. The one that’s dampened countless pairs of panties since he first ran for office. “Better, baby?”
I nod. “Better, Sir. Thank you.”
He shifts me so I’m resting against his chest, his arms draped around me. “I think I’m a sucky sadist. I’m a big softy. But I love watching and listening to you come.”
“You do?”
“Mmm hmm. I always have.”
“You…have?” That’s news to me.
“I loved watching your face those times he made you come when the three of us were together.”
I digest that. Honestly? I never paid close attention to whether or not Elliot was watching us. I was usually too busy being distracted by Leo. Elliot could have been closing his eyes and waiting for Leo to finish with me.
“And I love watching you come when we’re together,” he adds.
Well, then.
My face heats a little. “One of my hottest fantasies was for the three of us to be together. I mean, together-together. Not just either of us with Leo at the same time. Or of you and me somewhere, like at work, and you order me to…youknow.”
He plays with my hair as a sexy chuckle rumbles through him. “Nowyou’re bashful?”
I rub my cheek against the hair on his chest. It’s plastered to him from the water. “That’s one of the reasons I thought you hated me. I put on shows for you going down on him and hoped you’d want me, too. But you didn’t.”
“How are we going to work this when he returns?” I think that might be a note of fear in his tone.
“What do you mean?”
“Is he going to order you to move back in with him?”
I lift my head. “You said it yourself—he’s not going to interfere with your job.”
“Let me rephrase that. If he orders you to move back in with him, will you?”
