He sat on the couch, his erection standing at attention, and held the condom up between two fingers. The unspoken question hung in the air—did she want to do it?
Hell yes, she did.
She grabbed it like he was offering one of the seven-layer bars he had left over at the flower shop and sank to her knees in front of him. She ran the latex over his shaft. His head dropped back, his eyes closed, and he moaned as the condom fit snugly all the way down to the root.
Her hand still gripped him, and his gaze caught hers. She gave a light squeeze just so she could watch his eyes roll back that tiny bit. He didn’t disappoint.
As if she weren’t already turned on enough, his hand went to her neck and he pulled her mouth to his. She straddled him, his erection against her slick core, while he took his time with her mouth. Urging him on, like he was a shoe and she was Lothario, she lifted herself up, lined them together, and sank on top of him. Slowly. Letting him fill her.
He was making noises now deep in his throat. “Mar.”
“Eyes open, chef.”
He did as she instructed.
She moved up on her knees, still fully clothed except for her underwear, and then sank down again.
He didn’t close his eyes this time. His hands rested at her waist, letting her pick the pace. Her nipples contracted to tight buds, the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex rubbing against the fabric of her dress.
There was something freeing about being the one in control. Eli was all about constraint. Control. Doing things himself. But he let her set the pace, let her move on him at her own speed. She’d never been so turned on in her life.
He lifted his hips to meet her on each thrust down. The Adam’s apple in his throat pulsed.
“I’m almost there,” she said, nearly ready to spin out of control.
There was not a breath of space between them, but somehow, he moved his hand to where they were joined. One flick at the bundle of nerves and she was done. She dropped her head against his shoulder and rode the wave that crashed over her. Mid-wave, he gave one last thrust and everything in him tightened.
“Maybe I should come work for you after all.” She pressed a kiss to his swollen lips.
He brushed a stray hair from her face. “Maybe you should just come visit more often.”
“Maybe you should hang curtains or something so we can make this an everyday occurrence?”
He barked out a laugh.
She pressed her face into his neck. “I really should get back to work.”
He helped her ease herself off of him.
“I’m meeting up with Velma, Heather, and Claire after work. We’re going to Brek’s. You should come.” Finding her land legs again, Marlee pulled her panties back on under her skirt.
Eli dealt with the condom and readjusted his own clothes so seamlessly that no one walking in right then would’ve ever known what just went on.
“I’d like that.” He lifted the hair from her shoulder, tucking it to one side. He kissed the line of her neck where it met her shoulder. “How about you tell Jase you need the afternoon off?”
“What?”
“If I can’t take you out tonight, I want to take you now. There’s something I want you to see.”
“I can’t just bum off work. Jase needs me.” But there was something in Eli’s expression. Something different. Something that told her that she should ask for the afternoon. She dropped her forehead to his. “I’ll ask.”
“See if Lothario can hang with him while we’re gone?” Eli asked. “I want your full attention this afternoon.”
A sly smile tipped the corners of her mouth. “What on earth do you have planned?”
“You’ll see.” He kissed her quickly. Then it heated, and it wasn’t so quick.
Turned out, he burnt the shit out of his sauce.
