“Please know that I regret it with every part of me.” Elias reached for my hand. Hot agony speared through my veins. I cried out, pulling my hand away as he recoiled.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked. As big a man as he was, the way he hunched even deeper into himself hurt my heart, and despite my reticence, I swayed forward. But since his head was dipped, he didn’t react. His chocolate scent filled my nose. I couldn’t stifle my shiver. I pushed on his shoulder.
His gaze flew up to mine, and he backed up, following my urging. He lay on the rug, and I climbed over him, tossing my leg over his waist, making sure not to touch him skin-to-skin.
Elias stared at me, confused, a question in his green gaze. I settled my weight on his waist. Air left his mouth in a gust. Another wave of chocolate scent wrung a shiver free.
Lust swelled with the intensity. He gasped, pushing his hips up, driving his swelling cock toward me.
He rested his hands on my thighs, and I shoved his arms off until they dropped to the ground.
“Don’t touch.” I pressed my palm to his chest, and he settled on the back, keeping his hands in fists where I shoved them, focus entirely on me—waiting.
Slick dampened my thighs, and his covered cock pressed against me. I shivered, so turned on and wet.
“Orgasms are the least you three owe me.” My hips moved of their own accord.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he hissed, words guttural. My thighs clenched, and the rub of his stiff shaft forced me intoa grinding pace. The sounds Elias made only aroused me even more.
I scrunched his shirt, desperately undulating my hips, the pressure driving me closer and closer to the edge. The way his body moved rocked me, but it was his face that sent me over. . .
Pleasure painted the perfect, beautiful, symmetric features. His mouth parted, and his gaze became thin slits, his face stretched taut.
So close.
I scrunched my eyes tight, tilting my head back, and the orgasm that had been hovering just out of reach came at me with force. Moaning, I jerked on top of him while his panting became harsher.
“Ffff—Briar, my Briar,” he moaned.
His hard shaft throbbed under me, and his head tilted, mouth widened on a cry, and he came.
The dampness between my legs grew, forcing a shiver out of me.
Our breaths mingled as we came down.
“I’m at your service,” he croaked. “For as many orgasms as you need.”
My stomach turned over. I shoved off him, using his chest to lift. The front of his slacks was wet; I could only imagine how it was between my legs.
He watched me stride away, and even when I was no longer looking, I could feel his attention.
“You can go,” I said, rifling through my drawers to find new clothes.
I needed another cigarette and a shower.
He didn’t say anything as I stepped past him and closed the door behind me.
I slumped, staring at my red face in the mirror. I shook my head and turned on the shower.
Chapter 43
This was all putting me on edge. Why were doctors’ offices always so bland?
Sinclair’s hand settled on my knee, stopping its bouncing, so I started fiddling with the Band-Aid the phlebotomist had slapped on the inside of my arm. We all went directly to get our blood drawn as soon as we arrived. Elias had turned an interesting pale shade.
A woman in scrubs came around the alcove.
“Mrs. Greymont,” she called, holding a folder and looking over her thin glasses.
